A/N Howdy! This is what would happen if Grissom went mad and began thinking in haiku. Okay, this has a tiny tiny hint of a plot (Grissom solving lab rat problems) but other than that, it's drabble. Haiku drabble, possibly the worst kind. Oh and I had to use the ruler as a break between the "verses" (I don't know the official haiku term) because it wouldn't let me do it by pressing enter.
Alone in break room
Crossword puzzle before me
I bask in silence
Peace all around 'til
Hodges enters the break room
Silence is no more
"Why so glum, David?"
I ask, smirk plastered on face.
His appearance stuns
Water drips softly
Man in lab coat, drenched to skin
"One word..." says he. "Greg."
He sits opposite,
Table separating us,
And begins his tale
"It was just a joke,"
He sighed, shaking his head
"He didn't get it."
"Tell me more,"
I prompt, in therapist mode.
"Why do you look like..."
"A drowned cat? Or fish?
Because he sought out revenge
In a liquid form!"
Misfortune of Hodges;
He probably deserved it
I can't help but laugh
"Look at me, Grissom!
He booby-trapped my locker
You should punish him!"
"But what did you do?
It must have been bad, for him
To soak you like that?"
"Just hear me out, Boss
It was in fun, remember?
I learned my lesson..."
"Well?" I am frustrated.
He knows not of straight answers.
I feel the rage rise
"I understand now,
Luminol is not a toy.
Don't switch it with paint."
