Authors Note: This is a VERY random story that came to me whilst away on a very boring weekend away with my parents. I hate Sofia so much that I had to write this. I also think that D-Rob is totally underused in fanfiction so... here goes. And do I need to point out that if I owned CSI, I would not spent all my time writing/ reading fanfiction!!! I am still writing my other stories but this had to be written as it came to me!!
The whole team gasped as Sofia Curtis fell to the floor. Dr. Robbins had just hit her on the back of the head with his crutch. Greg leaned down and checked for a pulse. A minute later, he solemnly shook his head.
"I hit her in just the right spot. Thank God that bitch is dead!" Doc Robbins laughed. "Damn, now I have to clean my freakin' crutch."
"Oh my God, D-Rob! You killed my little Sporky- Poo. Now I have nothing to live for. Catherine, take my place in the lab." Ecklie sobbed, before getting his gun and shooting himself in his giant forehead.
"Sara, we can be together openly now!"
"Yes! If anyone needs me or Griss, we'll be making out in the corner." And that is precisely what they then started to do.
"Warrick, you still married?"
"Yeah, technically. But everyone knows I want you. You're a stripper for God's sake!" Before Cath could respond, Wendy burst into the room.
"Nick, I love you. I can't hold it in any longer."
"Oh my God, me too. Love you Girl!"
Ten minutes later, nearly everyone was making out with someone else;
Sara and Grissom;
Cath and Warrick;
Nick and Wendy;
Bobby and Judy;
and Hodges and Jacqui.
(Bobby, Judy, Hodges and Jacqui had all entered the room about 5 minutes prior and expressed their love for each other!) The only people left were Archie and Greg, who had decide to play video games. They used Sofia and Ecklie (who were in the way of the T.V) as seats. D-Rob then walked in with a newly decorated crutch- which was pink and glittery
"Woah, man! That is one sexy crutch. It's not as sexy as Star Trek though..."
"... or Blue Hawaiian coffee."
"Nowhere near as sexy as that damn fine straw hat I have..."
"Or that pajama shirt you wear sometimes, you know the blue one."
"Not as sexy as Warrick's hair."
"Or these 'dance' moves Cath is showing me."
"Not as sexy as southern accents." Wendy and Judy threw in unanimously.
"Or Wendy... in general!"
"Or Hodges." Jacqui sighed.
"What? Oh right not as sexy as Jacqui... hmmm, Jacqui."
Author's Note: OK, so it was short, but it made me laugh!! I just had to write this. I'm thinking that I could have Archie! Tell me if you want Greg!!! Reviews, please!!!!! 3 xx 3