Disclaimer: I own nothing of CSI
Mr. Fix It
"Hey hon, our remote control is on the fritz, it just quit working, would you try to fix it please?" Jackie asked as she walked into the kitchen where Nick sat at the table reading the paper.
"You want me to fix the remote?" He asked.
"Yes please."
"Who do I look like, MacGyver?" He asked with a teasing smile.
"No, you look more like his assistant, Jack Dalton, but I'll take what I can get."
He laughed and then took the remote from her and took it into the living room.
He returned a few minutes later with a triumphant smile on his face.
"The remote is fixed my dear."
"And you said you weren't MacGyver."
He grinned at her.
"How'd you fix it?"
"With a paperclip."
"Yeah right."
He burst out laughing.
"I'm not revealing my secrets."
Jackie rolled her eyes at him and then took the remote back into the living room to watch TV. She didn't really care how he fixed it, just as long as it got fixed.
The End!