A/N: This is a request from StormySnape. Enough said. Read and review? Enjoy!
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No Butts About It
"But he has an alibi verifying that he was at the other end of town during the murder. It couldn't have been him." Nick said, pondering over the situation.
"But that doesn't mean we shouldn't look further into him. Perhaps his alibi is fake? What if he's working with someone." Sara countered.
"But that doesn't mean that we can count on him as a probable suspect." Catherine put in.
"But we shouldn't count him out either." Warrick stated.
"Butt, butt, all you ever talk about is butts! I want to talk about boobs for a change!" Greg exclaimed, slamming his fist down on the table in the break room they were all currently sitting around.
"I'm not even going to ask, but I do believe Greg, that the proper term is 'breasts'. 'Boobs', as you so willingly called them, is a very derogatory word."
Everyone turned around to see Grissom standing in the doorway. A gas mask adorned his face, and he was cradling a skunk to his chest as if it were a child. The tail was sticking straight up in the air, and the animal did not look happy.
Without another word, Grissom walked away, down the hall towards his office.
"Man, I pity the person who is going to be apart of that experiment." Nick chuckled, causing everyone else to burst out laughing.
Oh, what you see when you're working the graveyard shift.