Revenge is a Dish Best Shared Between Three People
A/N: My first fanfic, so please R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of its characters, however hard I wish I could.
Chapter 1:
Sara, Grissom, Greg, Catherine, Nick, and Warrick were in the break room, chatting after a long shift. They were talking about the pranks they'd played a few days back on Sofia, Brass, and Ecklie. "Did you see Brass' face when he opened that box?" Greg laughed. "I can't believe he actually thought it was a three-piece suit!" Catherine added. Everyone laughed as they recalled memories of Brass', Sofia's, and Ecklie's reactions.
Three Days Ago
Greg glanced furtively around him as he snuck into Ecklie's office. Ecklie wasn't due to be back from his meeting until an hour later. That gave Greg plenty of time to glue the openings of the case file envelopes on Ecklie's desk shut. Ecklie would be setting off tomorrow morning to review the case files with the sheriff, and Greg intended to embarrass him. Theoretically, Ecklie shouldn't be able to open the envelopes without ripping/cutting them. Greg giggled quietly.
Grissom carefully placed the suit box on Brass' desk, so as not to disturb the tarantulas lurking inside (the box, not the desk). Grissom had plucked an old suit box from Brass' trash can and filled it with his tarantulas. He hoped that Brass would think someone gave him a suit for no special reason. When Brass opens the box, Grissom thought, all the little arachnids will crawl out, seeking the light. Grissom guffawed under his breath.
Sara slowly, cautiously poured the sugar from the sugar bowl into a small clean jar. She then filled the now empty bowl with some salt she had brought from home. Sofia's the only one who uses that bowl, she had thought. All the rest of us are always too busy to put sugar in our coffee/tea. Sara had chosen a fine white salt, hoping Sofia wouldn't notice the difference. Sara chuckled. Sofia's going to get a hell of a shock when her tea's salty instead of sweet.
Present, In the Break Room
Suddenly, all the lights went out. The lock in the door (which locked from the outside) clicked ominously. "Blackout?" Sara suggested. "I don't think so," Warrick replied. "You hear that?" asked Nick. "That's the fridge." "Oh," Sara said, her theory disproved. "Shh!" Catherine whispered. "Listen!" The CSIs heard voices coming in through the gap under the door.
"What?? You didn't throw them in?" Ecklie asked in an exaggerated whisper. "I was afraid one of them would leave! I just clicked the lights off and locked the door! We were lucky we got all of them!" came Sofia's hushed reply. "Never mind," Brass assured them. "Just open the door now, and shove them in quick." Sofia yanked the break room door open, and heaved a pile of sleeping bags in. Then the lights came back on.
"Oof!" Warrick was crushed in the pile of sleeping bags, so Greg pulled him out. "I guess that's their way of getting revenge." Greg said. "Wait a second… they actually expect us to spend the night here?" Grissom asked. "I bags the couch!" Greg yelled, running for the break room's only reasonable place to sleep. "Ugh, the rest of us are going to have to sleep on the floor." Catherine groaned. "At least they were kind enough to give us sleeping bags," Nick said.