Title: Jamaican Me Crazy

Author: Xanti

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine but the storyline is.

Spoilers: None.

A/N: This is a fic & vid combo…buy one get the other free. I'm still working on the accompanying video but it will be available at the end of the fic, so stay tuned.

Thanks to Ash, my ever-present partner in crime, who supplied me with the song for the vid and therefore influenced the flavour of this story.

Thanks also to Moggie and Wiggioloz for the wonderful feedback.

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Chapter One:

Grissom glanced around his house once more, making sure that he had left nothing behind. Picking up his keys, he opened the front door and almost tripped over the brown paper package sitting on his doormat.

Cautiously he leaned over the mysterious package, while reaching instinctively into his pocket for a pair of latex gloves. Slipping one onto his right hand, he carefully examined the package without moving it around too much. Tied with string, it wasn't much bigger than an A4 sheet of paper and there were no visible markings on the front. Pulling the matching latex glove on, he carefully lifted the package at both ends so that it remained parallel to the ground.'Hmmmm, feels light,' he thought to himself.

Judging that the mystery package posed no immediate threat, he carried it to his car and laid it down on the passenger seat. As much as he wanted to see the contents he knew he should take it to the lab for processing first, no telling which lunatic out there had left him a surprise. Repressing the shiver that ran up his spine, he glanced nervously around as he turned the key in the ignition. Hearing the engine roar into life, he released the brake and set off for work.

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Sara lay sprawled out on her couch, idling flicking through her latest forensic magazine. She had already read it from back to front but boredom had driven her to revisit it. Tonight was her night off but she was far from happy with that situation. She had spent the last 20 minutes throwing dark looks at her pager, which remained dormant no matter how hard she tried to will it to do otherwise.

Throwing her magazine down on the floor for at least the third time, she let out a loud sigh. "What is it that people do on their nights off?" she asked the plant which sat on the table beside her. A knock at the door interrupted the plant's answer. "Hah," she smiled gleefully at the plant. "That will be the pizza boy!" Jumping up from the couch, she grabbed the money from the table and went to answer the door.

A pimply youth greeted her. "Vegetarian Pizza?" he asked.

"Yeah that's me," she replied, scrunching her forehead quizzically as she observed the scene before her. "But what's with the package? Did I win some 'buy a pizza get a mystery gift free' kinda deal?" she asked light heartedly.

The youth stared back at her, a vacant look on his face. Looking down at the pizza box in his arms, he suddenly realised what she was talking about. "Uh…actually, no. The package was on your doorstep, I just picked it up so I wouldn't stand on it."

Sara's features quickly became serious. "On my doorstep?" she repeated, her voice becoming louder. "And you just picked it up?" she asked incredulously.

The pizza boy started to step nervously from one foot to the other. "Um, yeah…sorry. I didn't realise that it…" he started to apologise.

"Just wait there," demanded Sara, turning to walk back into her house. "And don't move a muscle," she shouted over her shoulder.

She re-emerged a minute later, clad in a pair of latex gloves and carrying a magnifying glass. The delivery boy eyed her nervously. "Wha…what exactly are those for?" he asked, nodding at her latex covered hands.

"Well, in my line of work, a package left of your doorstep is generally not a good thing," Sara explained as she began to peer through the magnifying glass.

"Ohhhh," said the boy, after a moments pause. "Are you like one of those spies, kinda like a Charlie's Angel kinda thing?' he asked excitedly.
Sara smiled to herself. "Uh yeah," she answered. "Kinda."

"Coooolllll," mused the boy. "So do you have a boss, a Charlie kinda guy?" he asked.

An image of the four CSI's sitting round a speaker box chorusing "Good morning Grissom", flashed through Sara's mind and she let out a snort of laughter. Pulling her mind back to the task at hand she carefully took the pizza box from the youth and lowered it gently to the ground. "When you lifted the package, what did it feel like?" she asked.

"Uh, like a package with something in it," the boy shrugged in reply.

Sara looked up at him with an expression that showed she was clearly not impressed. "Well, was it heavy, was it light? Did it make a sound?" she prompted.

"I guess it was kinda light," answered the boy, shrugging again.

"And did you happen to see anyone suspicious, hanging around when you arrived?" she quizzed.

"Uh, no," replied the boy. "Just a cat over by the hedge."

Realising that she wasn't dealing with the sharpest tool in the shed, Sara decided it would be easier to continue her inspection of the package alone. "Thanks for the pizza," she said as she stood. "Keep the change," she offered, holding out a twenty-dollar note.

"But don't you need me to help?" asked the boy hopefully.

"No, thanks," replied Sara. "You've been a great help already." She squatted down beside the package again, effectively dismissing the person in front of her.

Recognising that he had been given his cue to leave, the delivery boy sighed and slumped off towards his van, leaving Sara alone to carry on uninterrupted.

TBC...

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