Just a little drabble I made up in English, its my first CSI:Miami fanfic, so please take it easy on me. Enjoy!
Wolfe, Dusquesne, Delko
They inhabit my brain
When seeing this thing
"Wolfe, you seriously need to handle this OCD. Perhaps you should see a therapist. Calleigh suggested. Wolfe seemed to be having another one of his rituals.
"No. I'm not insane, Calleigh. Even people without OCD paint their nails." Ryan replied in a smug voice. Even he knew that it was a very sick ritual, but it wasn't a ritual... technically. But he couldn't tell Calleigh that it wasn't or she would start nagging him all day. Eric and Ryan made a bet that if he couldn't last the day without biting his nails, he'd have to paint them. Ryan lost, of course. Lucky for him, Eric didn't specify what color he'd have to paint them. So Ryan rushed to the nearest drugstore to find some clear nail polish.
"OCD has nothing to do with it. I guess it depends on what gender... or sexuality." she muttered the last part under breath. Ryan didn't have to tell Calleigh for her to know that Delko had set it up. The bet was supposed to benefit Wolfe, not make a sport out of him. She concluded that Delko was a bit too hard-headed and too focused on making jokes than to think about Ryan's situation. But she loved Delko anyways.
The door opened and Horatio stepped into the room. "Did you finish testing the murder weapon yet?" he asked in his raspy voice. Ryan secretly made a note to ask Horatio if he smoked in a past life. As Calleigh and Horatio discussed something about the suspect, Wolf had an epiphany. If the whole CSI crew were vegetables, Horatio would be a carrot. An old wrinkly carrot, a strong one, but an old one. Walter would be a potato, considering he looks like one, too. Delko would be a sweet potato. Calleigh would be a cauliflower. No, He thought, I hate cauliflower!
"Ryan, are you okay?" Horatio asked gently. One moment Wolfe looked normal. The next he was glaring at the damaged ballistics head.
"Ryan? You should say something." Calleigh said. He looked as if he was going crazy. Then Ryan mumbled something unintelligible under his breath. It was something Calleigh couldn't comprehend.
"What?"
"I hate cauliflower." Wolfe mumbled clearly. Horatio and Calleigh chuckled softly. Horatio stopped laughing abruptly and hurriedly slipped his sunglasses on.
"Wolfe, I think you just solved the case." Horatio rushed out of the lab and Calleigh watched him go. Ryan checked his nails.
"Damn. You know what, I'll just take this to the salon."
Not one of my best works, but hey, it something.