I'm a big CSI fan, and this is my first story attempt for it.
Disclaimer: Oh come on, of course I don't own the brilliance that is CSI. No copyright fringement intended.
As her thirst got the best of her, Sara got up from the coach and headed towards the kitchen. Against her better judgment, she opened the refrigerator in search of refreshments.
She picked up a curious looking, unmarked jar and attempted to decipher its contents. Removing the lid, Sara's hand flew up to cover her nose and mouth. The smell was a mixture of every vile scent imaginable.
Overcome with the urge to gag she set the jar on the counter, doubling over in coughing fits.
Gil walked in form the living room and looked at her quizzically.
Sara pointed at the jar, causing Gil to smirk. He closed the jar and replaced it in the refrigerator.
"Gil, that's pushing it," Sara remarked, recovered from her coughing.
Handing her a soda, Gil replied, "No, Sara, that's science."