Disclaimer: I Do Not Own CSI.
It was a rare quiet shift for the graveyard shift of Las Vegas crime lab and the paperwork DB Russell had successfully been avoiding doing for weeks kept him busy in his office for the majority of the shift.
So, when Finn suggested a game of strip poker he wasn't there to shut the idea down and, when finally did leave his office he was greeted with the image of several naked colleagues.
"Which one of you wants to explain why you're naked when you're supposed to be working?," DB asked, trying his hardest to keep calm. Which was hard to do with a half undressed Finn smiling smugly at him; because up until DB's interruption she'd been winning.
"Finn is very persuasive and I was bored. That's the only explanation I've got," Nick said, looking on the floor for his shirt.
There were similar murmurs from the others agreeing that Finn was very persuasive and, they were bored.
"I should have guessed it's not like this is the first time she's done this. Well, at least everyone is sober this time," DB muttered, just loud enough for those close enough to him to hear; which was Morgan, Finn and Sara.
"Like last time this is your fault and not mine DB," Finn said, just to see if he'd rise to the bait and start bickering with her.
"How is it my fault!?," DB asked, there were several eye rolls and groans because they could tell by his tone that it was just going to lead to the pair arguing.
"After all these years you should know boredom and I don't mix so you should always be there to stop me doing something stupid, but you were busy doing paperwork," Finn told him, her voice taking on the childish tone that she used when she thought she was right and everyone else was wrong.
DB took a deep breath, counted to ten then responded "Fine to get peace and quiet for the foreseeable future its my fault for thinking that your adult who is responsible for your own actions.".
"Well now we've cleared that up who wants me to explain how strip scrabble is played,?" Finn asked, with a smirk.