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He he, just a really random fanfic, only my second story. Feed back maybe?

All characters are property of CBS : ) Thanks to Sakeaoi, my ever patient beta.

It was just another day in the Grissom household, as Hank was sleeping and Grissom was just rising. A scream ran through the house. Hank awoke as his frantic male owner ran into the kitchen.

"What…what happened to you?!" Grissom said with a worried expression on his face.

"It was you wasn't it?!" Sara launched at him, arms flailing.

"What have I done?" He backed away from the pregnant woman.

"My last piece, you just had to eat it didn't you? DIDN'T YOU!" She screeched, in hysterics.

"No…No, Sara honey, I didn't eat your vegetable cake," Grissom looked worried for his well being.

"Well, we are the only people that live, here are we not?! Unless you want to tell me that Hank can now open fridge doors, and has developed a fascination with my CAKE!" you could see in her eyes she was getting more and more wound up.

"The baby shower, yes! The baby shower, someone must have unintentionally eaten it then," he found his diversion and he was grabbing at it with both hands.

"Who ever has eaten my cake will pay! And I mean PAY!"

She was deadly serious. She actually went to the lab at 8 months pregnant just to see who had eaten her cake. Brass was playing it like a game, he sat them in the interrogation room and questioned each one of them about the night of the baby shower.

"Catherine, you can tell me, I've known you forever!" A sneaky Brass coaxed.

"Jim, I don't know who ate the cake, but if you ask me Greg was complaining of hunger pains. Which magically disappeared…" Said Catherine, staring at Brass.

Everyone churned out similar stories, apart from the main suspect. His version of events were a little different…

"Well, I was sat there hungry, as normal, and the host wasn't putting a mighty meal on. So all I could eat was cheesy poofs. And Jim, I swear I didn't know, but Grissom's dog is lactose intolerant!"

"And what does that have to do with the cake?"

"Well, the dog began to sneeze, so I took him outside and he threw up all his dinner. I felt sorry for the creature so I got him a doggy treat, and then the fridge door closed and Grissom was eating Sara's cake!"