OK I own nothing, not CSI or Warriors so dont even ask, all I own is the grammer and spelling mistakes cause I cant beta it. If you dont like random fics that had no reason of beeing writing done dont even bother starting it, so random I laughed while I wrote it, Well what are you reading this for, TO THE HUNT!

So, it was a Monday morning. The Graveyard shift of the Las Vegas Crime Lab was at a park having a picnic, oh and Lindsey was they're as well, but anyway she's not very important in my story.

They were half way done when they heard a small squeal coming from the bushes behind them. They all decided to ignore it, until they heard it again. Then they all got up and went to see who was there. When they were about a foot from the bush a sea of crazy CSI fans jumped out of it.

They were thrown back and almost trampled, except for one fan who shall be know as CSIfreak11 (is me), helped them out. She pulled them back to their feet and yelled at them to run for cover. They ran a few yards and ducked behind a tree. When the rest of the fans had passed CSIfreak11 started to talk.

CSIfreak11: OMG!! You are the CSIs from CSI:Vegas.

Grissom: What?

CSIfreak11: you know, the show.

Sara: Sorry, but what?

Catherine: You mean that one where the characters solve crimes all over the county, even become victims sometimes?

CSIfreak11: Ya.

Nick: I've seen a couple episodes of that, but they look nothing like us

CSIfreak11: They so totally do, so there is the hot Texan, the hot ex-gambler, the cute former lab tech, the hot entomologist, the ex-stripped, and the geeky workaholic.

Sara: Hey, I resent that

CSIfreak11: You would, but don't take it personally, you are my favorite character.

Sara: Thanks, I guess.

Warrick: So what was that all about, I mean the mob?

CSIfreak11: Duh, they are all you fans, I mean have any of you looked up CSI on google just for the heck of it? You have so many fan sites it funny.

Greg: AWSOME DUDE, THAT IS SO COOL!!

Brass: O.K. mumbles stalkers.

At that moment some cats burst out of the bush in front of them. In the lead was four cats, an orange tom, Firestar, a large white tom with large jet-black paws, Blackstar, a brown tom, Onestar, and a golden spotted she-cat, Leopardstar.

Firestar: Thunderclan, chase the stars!!

Onestar: Windclan, ditto!!

Blackstar: Shadowclan, here too.

Leopardstar: Riverclan, oh you know what to do.

And after that all the cats followed CSIfreak and the stars of CSI as they ran away in fear. From behind they could here each of their manes called out by many cats, except Lindsey, who I am sure you have all forgotten about by now (told you she isn't very important in my story). Unfortunately, they never outran the clans so to this very day they are still running, as a result of it, they don't make any sense any more.

Catherine: Blue fish jump a shiny red flashlight.

Warrick: The old man drew questionmarks over Barbie's head.

Greg: (umm, well Greg never really made any sense so nothing here.)

Nick: Fat ninjas and blue eraser bit piles fly into the Sun.

Brass: Beep beep bop boop beep beep bop boop. (well he once fell in the middle of a Kansas prairie and hasn't been the same since.)

Grissom: Robin Hood was my brother and Mary-Jane my sister. (Ya, well that one is random, like this fic.)

Sara: (Well Sara doesn't say much but when she does all she says is) Skittles and Coke. Skittles and Coke.

So watch out for everyone's favorite CSI team, they just might run through your town next

RANDOMNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I told you this fic was random, so if you hate randomness, you cant sue cause I warned you laughs evily K im done with that, so Please review, I love them