Disclaimer: CSI is not mine so don't sue, I don't have enough to pay you anyway.

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When we last saw our intrepid heroes (minus Ecklie) plus the overly super amazing Bobby Dawson and Archie (also counted as intrepid heroes but much more superly amazing) they were discussing why they always seemed to be at the lab even though it was quite obviously the day. The best anyone could tell it was because being night shift they didn't like having a label on them and tried to be as non conforming as possible by working at the lab even though it was day. That or they were all workaholics for whom work had destroyed their lives, that was always another possibility. It didn't matter to any of them really what they cared about was solving murders and putting the bad guys in jail forever. Greg had entered the break room again, still shivering with the mental images that would stay with him forever. To get back into the break room however Greg had to step on the body of the evil Spork. He noticed something about her in doing this. The evil Spork was starting to smell like decomp. "Guys," Greg began, "the evil Spork out in the corridor is starting to smell more than a little bit."

"Are you okay now Greg," Grissom asked, actually being concerned about Greg's sanity even though it appeared to have left him long ago.

"No sir I am not," said Greg in a shaking voice, mental images running through his head, and he ran out of the room stepping quite heavily on the body of the evil Spork.

"Do you think he will ever be okay honey?" asked Sara.

"Honestly…" Grissom paused for dramatic effect. "I don't think he will. He seems to be scared for life. I told you we shouldn't have told the truth."

"Did not," retorted Sara and she punched him playfully. Grissom accidentally fell over and Sara also accidentally fell over on top of him. They then realized, after more than a couple of minutes, where they were and quickly got up. Grissom quickly buttoned up his shirt, acting like nothing had happened,

"Scared for life!" cried Hodges and ran out of the room to follow Greg.

"Good job Grissom," said Nick sarcastically and Grissom just gave him the look.

"Is it just me of does Hodges run like a girl?" asked the totally awesome Bobby Dawson.

"It's not just you," said Super Dave.

"This from the man who carries a purse," challenge the super amazing Archie.

"It was one time," whined Super Dave. "It was for a case too."

"What's wrong with running like a girl?" Ecklie chimed in.

"Guys, before this fight gets outta hand can't we just all agree that Hodges runs like a girl?" said the man who will be forever wise, Brass.

"I think that would be a good idea Jim," said Grissom and they all nodded, therefore agreeing that Hodges ran like a girl.

"Greg's right though Griss. What are we going to do with the evil Spork?" asked Sara.

"You guys are among the top CSIs in the country. I'm sure you can think of something," said Doc Robbins.

"You're right Al. Together let us come up with a cunning plan," said Grissom as he had been watching too much Blackadder.

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Many hours and pots of Blue Hawaiian later they nearly had it. Greg and Hodges had both returned to the break room. Hodges retreated to the corner shivering while Greg sat staring into the abyss that was his cup of Blue Hawaiian. Every so often Greg would look up and shoot Grissom and Sara an evil death ray look but they were so happy they didn't care. Many plans had come up in discussion, Warrick even said he'd be quite happy to drive up to the Hoover Dam and throw her over the side. Ecklie even joined in the "Let's dispose of the evil Spork" conversation and although he come up with some plans that he thought were quite cunning they were just lame. They discussed old casers. Body dumps were a likely option so they discussed those cases in particular. Would the desert be a better place that the forest? That was one of the many things they discussed. Should they grind the evil Spork into someone's hamburger or hot dog meat? Unfortunately they knew no one capable of doing that. Should they cut up her body, Doc Robbins and Super Dave certainly knew how. Then they could dump her in a random dumpster (just no where near CSI of course). But they didn't want it to be that complicated. They wanted something that wouldn't take more than 12 hours.

TBC