Loser: Got this from when Hodges fell asleep at his microscope.
Third Time's the Charm
Nick Stokes sat in the break room with Warrick Brown, Catherine Willows and our all-time favorite: Greg Sanders. They were stuck. They didn't have enough to put their suspect in jail, nor did they have another lead. Grissom told them to wait, so they talked and drank coffee. Their shift was almost over anyway.
Greg stared out the window, watching the stars twinkle in the sky. Catherine and Warrick talked and laughed about fun stuff, both holding their coffee as they sat in two of the small chairs. Nick jumped in every now and then, but he was mostly looking at Greg.
Warrick noticed Nick glancing back and forth. Then it started to tick him off. "Man, what's up? You've been glancing back and forth between us and Greg like every five seconds!"
"Well, dude……he's been staring out in space for five minutes straight." Nick whispered, "And yes, I have been timing him."
"Well, then why don't you go ask him if he's okay?" Catherine said exasperated.
Nick looked at Warrick, then at Catherine, then at Warrick again. "Fine. I will." He stood up and walked over to Greg.
"Hey, Greggo."
Nothing.
"Greggo……" Nick waved a hand in front of his face. Still no response.
He turned to Catherine and Warrick and said, "Hey guys, come check this out."
Warrick and Catherine crowded around Greg, next to Nick.
"What'd he say?" Warrick questioned.
"Nothing."
"What do you mean nothing?" Catherine asked suspiciously.
Nick answered her. "I mean he didn't say anything. He's still out of it."
Catherine and Warrick both called Greg's name, only to get the same result as Nick.
"So……what do you think will wake him?"
The three CSIs shrugged and experimented.
"Eintsein."
"Greg."
"Sanders."
"Hot stuff."
"……hot stuff?"
"Yeah! Well, I don't know, he could wake up to anything."
Grissom walked past the break room, stopped, and poked his head in. "What are you doing?"
They turned to Grissom and replied, "We're trying to wake Greggo up."
Grissom gazed at them strangely. "What did you say to him?"
Nick spoke this time. "Oh, you know…….Greggo, Greg, Einstein, hot stuff." He caused a chuckle with the last name.
"Ah, that won't work."
Silence.
"Oh, and you know what will?"
Silence.
"Maybe."
Grissom strolled to Greg and took a deep breath.
"Beetle juice. Beetle juice. Beetle juice."
Greg regained focus and stared at his colleagues around him. "What?"
Grissom's face was shocked. He couldn't believe that it had worked. Nick, Warrick, and Catherine's faces said OH MY GOD. Recovering from their shock, everyone except Greg burst out laughing. It was too much for them, so they left, leaving Greg alone and confused.
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Nick Catherine, Warrick and Grissom were in one of the labs when Greg passed, and then stuck his head in.
Nick looked up. "Yeah, Greggo?"
"Beetle juice. Beetle juice. Beetle juice."
Nick almost dropped the lab equipment.
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THE END
