A/N: This is for SS. Read and review? Enjoy! No BD spoilers either!
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of the characters.
Sour
"Hmm."
"What is it, 'Rick?" Nick asked through a mouth of Toxic Waste pops.
"This juice sort of tastes like blood."
"Nah, it's probably just the fridge. We need a new box of Arm & Hammer in there, my milk went sour last week…" Nick replied, glaring evilly at the break room fridge.
"Well this juice is worse than sour." Warrick stated grimly.
"Hey, Warrick, while you're at the fridge, would you mind grabbing me my bottle of pig's blood?" Grissom asked, now standing in the doorway. "I need it to see if the mold growth has progressed any since last week."
Warrick glanced down at the open bottle in his hand, thrust it at his boss, and then bolted from the room.
Nick grimaced as the retching noises faded away down the hall, before turning to look at Grissom.
"You know you're weird, right man?"
Grissom just nodded before stalking away with his blood bottle.