Insomnia and Coffee
This is what happens when you give a CSI-crazed insomniac coffee at 00:14. You have been warned. Be careful reading this, or you may get Burked. Nothing but the characters are based on reality.
"Sara, can you tell the Pilot that there has been a Cool Change in the engines." Catherine Willows said to her co-worker, Sara Sidle. "Sure, what happened?" Sara asked back, slowly making her way to the cock-pit, to see Pilot Ecklie and Co-Pilot Grissom. "You know we're doing that Crate 'n Burial service. Well, the crate blocked the AC, we're gunna have to wait a while before we even start Pledging Mr. Johnson at court." "Whatever happened to Mr. Johnson. Were he and that girl Friends & Lovers?" Sara asked back. "Seems that way, quick, go tell Ecklie."When Sara entered the cock-pit, she could hear the radio controller trying to identify who they were. "I'll ask again, Sir, Who Are You?" "This is Pilot Ecklie for Charlie Sierra Indigo 002 requesting permission to land, we are here to look at those Blood Drops that we got an Anonymous tip about, but using your phones." "Sorry CSI002, you do not have permission to land." "Please, we have to land, we have dangerous equipment aboard, and these are Unfriendly Skies. We don't want to take any risks." "CSI002, we can make an exception, we have reports of a storm, feel free to land, but this is Vegas, CSI002, so be ready for lots of Sex, Lies and Larvae." The crew of flight CSI002 fastened themselves and prepared to land. "Did they say Vegas?" Sara asked Grissom. "Yeah, the City of Sin." "There are alot of homicides out here." "I know. This place is famous for all the wrong reasons, I-15 Murders." Grissom and Sara stepped of the plane, followed by Catherine and Warrick, and behind them was Nick and Greg, the Pilot Ecklie sulkily walked behind them. They all grimaced when the heat of Nevada hit them. "What the hell, the chart says it can reach temps of Fahrenheit 932!" Cath shouted above the sound of the other planes. "You know..." Interrupted Nick, who'd obviously gotten over his travel-sickness, "I don't really like airports, there's always stories about them blowing up, or something." Sara soothed him, "Hey, Nick, i promise you that there are no bombs here, OK?" Boom! "Everyone down!" Grissom shouted, and everyone hit the deck. "You promise(?)" Nick shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "To Halve and to Hold." Grissom said. "Shakespeare?" Warrick asked. "Sam Braun." "What?" Cath asked. "He said that?" The 7 found their way to a cafe. "I'll order us some Table Stakes." Grissom walked off the counter to order. Sara piped up. "Do you guys ever wonder how you're going to die?" "Sometimes, you?" "Yeah." "Don't worry about it, you're Too Tough To Die." "Thanks Greg." Warrick turned to Cath. "So, how much was that Face Lift you wanted?" "$35K O.B.O." "Tell me you're kidding!" "No." Grissom walked over with some drinks that he lowered too quickly, causing them too spill. "Woah, Grissom!" "Jeez!" "Gentle, Gentle." "Sorry."The only sounds that filled the diner while theywaited for their food were the Sounds Of Silence. That was, of course, until Jim Brass ran in. "Hey, i heard you guys landed! How are you? No, wait, sorry, almost forgot, came to tell you that we won! Justice Is Served! And with Evaluation Day coming up soon! The Strip Strangler got what he deserved! Anyway, tell me about the flight."