A/N: Hehe. This is a little story I thought of while talking to a good
friend and the coolest teacher in school. Jami, Vande... I love you guys!
Greg sighed as he entered the DNA lab and saw Sara, Nick, and Grissom waiting for him.
"You're late!" Grissom said.
"I know, sorry."
"You okay?" Sara wondered.
"Yeah, why?" Greg sat down and took an evidence bag from each of them and briefly paused to inspect its contents.
"You're not annoying us," Nick replied grinning.
"I'm just a little tired, I guess."
"Join the club!"
"I saw a goose," Greg suddenly exclaimed.
"Uh, Greg," Grissom began, "We don't have geese here in Vegas. At least not running around on the strip."
"I know, it was in my house."
Nick stifled a laugh, "Did it tell you a bedtime story?" Sara and Grissom stared at Nick, "What? You know, Mother Goose?"
"I know what you meant," Sara said, "It just wasn't funny!"
"You guys, I'm serious!" Greg said adamantly, "I was coming out of the bathroom, I had just taken a shower. Then I saw a big white goose, run down the stairs into the garage! It had huge wings and a really long neck!"
"What's going on?" Catherine asked as she joined their little party.
"Greg has a goose in his garage," Sara said, surprised she was able to keep a straight face. Catherine's eyes widened as she pondered the possible meanings of that statement.
"I'm leaving now!" she exclaimed, "Before this gets any kinkier." Nick and Sara dissolved in giggles as Catherine hurried out of the DNA lab.
"I think Catherine's right," Grissom said as he followed Catherine.
"Look, Greg. This can be easily taken care of," Nick said. He grabbed Greg's coffee mug and dumped its contents into the sink. Greg stared incredulously as he said a silent good-bye to his beloved Blue Hawaiian. "Decaf for you." Sara giggled again.
"I'm serious!" Greg whined as Nick started out of the lab.
"So are we," Sara replied as she followed Nick out of the lab. Greg stood there in shock, sure that his friends would believe him. He slipped a hand into the pocket of his jeans. He felt the item in his pocket quizzically, they were a freshly washed pair of jeans, there shouldn't be anything in the pocket. He grasped the item firmly in his hand and pulled it out of his pocket. He opened his hand. In the middle of his palm was a large, white feather.
Greg sighed as he entered the DNA lab and saw Sara, Nick, and Grissom waiting for him.
"You're late!" Grissom said.
"I know, sorry."
"You okay?" Sara wondered.
"Yeah, why?" Greg sat down and took an evidence bag from each of them and briefly paused to inspect its contents.
"You're not annoying us," Nick replied grinning.
"I'm just a little tired, I guess."
"Join the club!"
"I saw a goose," Greg suddenly exclaimed.
"Uh, Greg," Grissom began, "We don't have geese here in Vegas. At least not running around on the strip."
"I know, it was in my house."
Nick stifled a laugh, "Did it tell you a bedtime story?" Sara and Grissom stared at Nick, "What? You know, Mother Goose?"
"I know what you meant," Sara said, "It just wasn't funny!"
"You guys, I'm serious!" Greg said adamantly, "I was coming out of the bathroom, I had just taken a shower. Then I saw a big white goose, run down the stairs into the garage! It had huge wings and a really long neck!"
"What's going on?" Catherine asked as she joined their little party.
"Greg has a goose in his garage," Sara said, surprised she was able to keep a straight face. Catherine's eyes widened as she pondered the possible meanings of that statement.
"I'm leaving now!" she exclaimed, "Before this gets any kinkier." Nick and Sara dissolved in giggles as Catherine hurried out of the DNA lab.
"I think Catherine's right," Grissom said as he followed Catherine.
"Look, Greg. This can be easily taken care of," Nick said. He grabbed Greg's coffee mug and dumped its contents into the sink. Greg stared incredulously as he said a silent good-bye to his beloved Blue Hawaiian. "Decaf for you." Sara giggled again.
"I'm serious!" Greg whined as Nick started out of the lab.
"So are we," Sara replied as she followed Nick out of the lab. Greg stood there in shock, sure that his friends would believe him. He slipped a hand into the pocket of his jeans. He felt the item in his pocket quizzically, they were a freshly washed pair of jeans, there shouldn't be anything in the pocket. He grasped the item firmly in his hand and pulled it out of his pocket. He opened his hand. In the middle of his palm was a large, white feather.
