This is carrying on (in my mind) from "Table Stakes" in season one. Also, I
know that some of this is this is part of the episode, but it's setting the
scene, it won't be from the next chapter (whenever I write it).
Disclaimer: I do not own any CSI characters, I also do not own many things that I would very much like to own, for example Johnny Depp, Nu-Rocks, a CD player that works and a stripy top from Ice Nine
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As he danced out of the DNA lab, Greg had no idea of who was watching him parade around CSI in a gold headdress with very large feathers, belonging to a dead showgirl, as he was enjoying himself too much. As Catherine walked around the corner, just as he was doing a spin he suddenly noticed her, stopped spinning (he was dizzy anyway) and flashed a winning smile and she said "You wanna take that thing off your head, Greg, it's evidence"
"Cool your jets, Cath. I got all the evidence out of it. Now it's all woman. You ever wear one of these when you were dancing?"
"I wore nothing but skin."
"Oh, I compared the DNA from the tooth with the hair follicles found inside the headdress. I think we have a match, sir. And I think you may have a homicide."
As Catherine turned to go he did one last pirouette before tripping and falling into the lab. As he was wearing the headdress he had a funny feeling, and he couldn't work out what it meant.
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I know it's really short, and I promise there will be more, I just don't know when more will be written. Any constructive criticism is sometimes welcome, but as this is my first fic, please be kind!
Disclaimer: I do not own any CSI characters, I also do not own many things that I would very much like to own, for example Johnny Depp, Nu-Rocks, a CD player that works and a stripy top from Ice Nine
***
As he danced out of the DNA lab, Greg had no idea of who was watching him parade around CSI in a gold headdress with very large feathers, belonging to a dead showgirl, as he was enjoying himself too much. As Catherine walked around the corner, just as he was doing a spin he suddenly noticed her, stopped spinning (he was dizzy anyway) and flashed a winning smile and she said "You wanna take that thing off your head, Greg, it's evidence"
"Cool your jets, Cath. I got all the evidence out of it. Now it's all woman. You ever wear one of these when you were dancing?"
"I wore nothing but skin."
"Oh, I compared the DNA from the tooth with the hair follicles found inside the headdress. I think we have a match, sir. And I think you may have a homicide."
As Catherine turned to go he did one last pirouette before tripping and falling into the lab. As he was wearing the headdress he had a funny feeling, and he couldn't work out what it meant.
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I know it's really short, and I promise there will be more, I just don't know when more will be written. Any constructive criticism is sometimes welcome, but as this is my first fic, please be kind!
