I just found the challenge today on a rare day off and thought I would combine the first two since I missed it when it came out...and this is what came out and it's extremely short for me, because I tend to be very longwinded...not betad, but then I'm in serious need of one...Volunteers are accepted, just P.M. me.
Rated M for adult themed words.
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The two seasoned CSI's were not called out often on a 441, it seemed a little overkill for the two of them to go out on a call which probably would be traced to the "X" of whoever's property had been destroyed.
But nonetheless, the famous pair of Grissom and Grissom were on the case. In fact, there was another Grissom on the case, but the two aforementioned Grissom's were not yet aware his existence. He was nestled within his mother's womb for only a mere five weeks, he still had thirty five weeks before he would make an appearance to the rest of the world.
The most senior partner of the pair leaned down into the formerly white 1992 Mercury Grand Marquis, as he knelt at the doorway, he could easily see the destruction of interior of the car. The full bench front seat was sliced in every conceivable direction, as was the roof liner, and the dashboard.
The younger Grissom eyed the damage with arched eyebrows. "It takes a lot of anger to do something like that." She was looking at the various spray painted vulgar words, each a different color. 'Shithead' in bright orange, and a couple of words, in green, red and pink, she wasn't entirely sure of their meaning. "What is an 'acorn picker'?"
Gil looked up at Sara, "That's an old one, I think it means 'cock sucker' but I could be wrong."
"What about 'foop'?" She pointed at the word in pink spray painted across the windshield.
"A gay man." He answered without looking up. "Something tells me this was not done by a teenager. These words were slang when I was a teenager. How old is the owner of the car?"
"56."
"Is he gay?" His voice somewhat muffled by the seat as his head disappeared under the seat. Moments later he pulled four cans of spray paint matching the colors decorating the exterior of the car. "Maybe I can get some prints off these."
"I haven't met him yet, but the officer is still questioning him." She looked over at the overweight bald man standing in his pajamas bottoms, with his large stomach overlapping the waistband of the pants, talking to a uniformed police officer. "Hazard to guess, but probably not. But Officer Wallace should arrest him on a 429."
"Indecent Exposure?" Grissom cocked his head in her direction.
"Yuck, he's just gross; he definitely doesn't have your body, stud." She giggled as she noticed the slight blush creeping up his neck. An ill-defined nausea suddenly overwhelmed her and Sara began to run toward the edge of the parking lot and hurled her breakfast into the storm drain.
Gil was immediately beside her, holding back her hair. "The man didn't look that bad," he whispered.
THE END for real!