Warning: This makes very little sense…
A CSI Night Before Christmas (Manda Style)
-by Manda
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the lab,
Not a soul was in sight, just a corpse on a slab.
All the blood spatter tests had been filed right away,
Because Catherine and Grissom did not want to stay.
All the lab techs had gone home and hustled to bed,
Dreams of lab coats and chemistry stuck in their heads.
And Grissom in his townhouse, and Catherine at home,
Had settled down for cocoa, and both were alone.
When out in Las Vegas, there came to be bloodshed,
And sirens screamed loudly, to draw them from bed.
And 'lo, to the crime scene did Grissom drive fast.
Throwing things in his Tahoe, he almost got whiplash.
The lights of Las Vegas were brighter than day,
And his cell phone rang shrill- Catherine was on her way.
When then at the crime scene the team did appear,
There was blood, Catherine said, And the murder was here.
It was one drunken driver, so tipsy and shrill,
As they checked him for clues, did he fall over ill.
So rapid in Tahoes did the graveshift team come,
And with orders in mind, Grissom talked to each one.
"Now Sara, now Warrick, now Brass and you, Nick,
Go find us some evidence, and do it damned quick!
Give the driver a breath test…he hit that brick wall.
And do it with swiftness, because we want it all!"
As swift as a rollercoaster with Grissom can fly,
Did the CSI team run around on a high.
So there at the crime scene did they do their deed,
And find all the evidence that they would need.
And there in an instant, did Gil Grissom know,
Just who the darned killer was, and where he would go.
The driver was framed, and he knew this for sure,
As the blood on the victim was just fruity, and pure.
Catherine came in a bound, with her field kit in hand,
And her boots were so loud she could play in a band.
"Grissom, there is no blood…it's just food," She then said,
and with deepest of sighs, Grissom nodded his head.
His blue eyes did twinkle, but he didn't look merry,
As the blood on the ground was the color of cherry.
His boyish good looks were too dark and too gloomy,
And the way that he scowled just proved he was moody.
A kit of his own was clutched tight in his hand,
And his mouth felt as if he had swallowed some sand.
But Catherine stood there, very close to his hand,
And she gave him a smile, saying she'd understand.
So he scowled some more, as upset as he was,
Leaving Catherine to seek out the troops in the buzz.
A flip of her hair and a toss of her hand,
Gathered Sara, Nick, Warrick, and Brass in a band.
They spoke not a word, but went straight back to work,
With what little they knew, and what little they took.
But Grissom knew more, and with Cath at his side,
They took blood to the lab, to glance into a slide.
They looked at the stuff, and when Cath gave a whistle,
She brushed back her hair, like the down of a thistle.
And together they said, as the night turned to day,
"It's just cranberry sauce, left from last Turkey Day!"