CSI Scrooged 1/?

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Rating: possible R

Summary: The classic story of Scrooge….CSI style. Sandle.

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"Please Ecklie, I'm begging you; just let me have the night off."

"I'm sorry Mr. Sanders but you're the only one who didn't put in for vacation time, and besides that you're our best DNA tech and we need get all these samples done before the end of the year."

"But…but." Greg nearly got to his knees, he was pleading so much. "Please Ecklie, I have to its…"

"I'm sorry Mr. Sanders but your working Christmas Eve and that's final." The menace that is the lab director finished firmly before abruptly turning, leaving the younger man sullen.

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Christmas Eve - 6 pm- Ecklie Household

"Haaaa." Conrad Ecklie moaned plopping down in his floral pattern recliner. Flipping through the channels, he stopped, finding a classic; A Christmas Story.

His tired eyes drifted shut just as Ralphie's friend pressed his tongue to the pole.

7 pm

The sound of a slamming door woke Conrad from his light slumber. "What the hell?" The silence that followed slightly scared the older man before he relaxed.

His front door shut loudly once more, making him jump.

Hastily moving to the door, he checked the locks; finding them all locked, he shook his head.

"Here you are alone…"

Hearing the voice, he turned, surprised to find Sara sitting on the table in his foyer. "Sidle? What are you doing here?"

"…while a man who has a life is sitting alone in a lab you forced him into."

"Hey, someone's got to work the holiday."

"But it can't be you?" Sara raised a questioning eye.

Shaking his head, Conrad challenged. "Oh yeah and I'm sure he has something to do tonight."

"You wouldn't know would you?" The question was rhetorical as it came out. Shaking her head, she sighed. "Three spirits will visit you tonight…maybe you'll learn something."

The front door slammed shut once more, making the older man turn; finding nothing he swiveled back ready to give Sidle a piece of his mind.. "Hey." He stopped finding nothing in front of him. "Whatever." He shook his head before plopping down in his recliner, the clock ticking over; 7:01

TBC...