A/N: This is the beginning of our CSI musical which will contain song parodies and original songs written by us. Some of the songs we plan to parody are: I'm Gonna Live Forever from Fame, Cell Block Tango from Chicago, Sandy from Grease, Hey Big Spender from Fosse, and many more of your favorite show tunes. This fic takes place after Living Doll. Please keep in mind that this is a parody so the characters may be a little out there but not totally. Thanks for reading.
"I have been pitching an all-musical CSI episode for five years."
- Jorja Fox
TV Guide, February 27th, 2006
Gil Grissom was standing in his office, organizing his collection of bottled oddities that crowded his shelves, when he caught sight of the cocoon staring out at him from its glass container he accidentally knocked over a bottle sending it crashing to the floor.
He cursed as the fumes from the bottle fill the room; what was in that, anyway?
"Grissom?" Catherine came in. "Warrick just told me that he overheard Sara tell Brass what you did to her!"
Grissom just looked at her.
"What is wrong with you? Gil, we've been friend for a while now, so I feel totally comfortable informing you that you are an ass!"
"That's not necessary."
"Believe me if I thought Sara had really given you a piece of her mind I would have left her too it, but she'd never stand up to you!"
Grissom took a seat behind his desk as Catherine paced his office, thoroughly pissed.
"You spent the night with Lady Heather; I should have known something was up by the look on her face when I told her!"
"She-"
"Save it Grissom," Catherine began to back out of the office. "I should have just slapped you."
"Wait, let me…"
Grissom got up and followed her out into the hall only to be greeted by a rather unusual sight. The lab's employees were dancing. Not randomly flailing, but twirling and jumping gracefully in perfect unison in Catherine's wake.
They began to frolic around her, Lab coats swirling around.
"Umm…." Grissom stood, aghast.
Suddenly the Lab coats parted, revealing a dolled-up Catherine, who began to sing.
Catherine:
Are you insane?
Of all the things you could do
When you stayed that night
I should have slapped you
Because the whole lab thinks you were kinky
There would be nothing to gain
And it could have been your pleasure
When it should have been your pain!
Lab Techs:
Dug his own grave;
Gruesome Grissom!
Glare at the guilty guy!
Gruesome Grissom!
The geek had a Girlfriend!
Gruesome Grissom?
Who would have guessed,
Gruesome Grissom?
But she's gone!
Woah-Woah-Woah-Woah
She left Gruesome Grissom…
Da-Da-DaDa…
Catherine:
God knows I've tried to get through to you
To tell that girl how you feel
You finally get your head out of your ass
I'm betting that was surreal
You screwed it up
All for a dominatrix
Who was going to off herself
To feed another crazy's fix
Lab Techs:
Dug his own grave;
Gruesome Grissom!
Glare at the guilty guy!
Gruesome Grissom!
The geek had a Girlfriend!
Gruesome Grissom?
Who would have guessed,
Gruesome Grissom?
But she's gone!
Woah-Woah-Woah-Woah
She left Gruesome Grissom…
Da-Da-DaDa…
Grissom slowly backed away and head out of the lab, Catherine, absorbed in the music, didn't notice.
"This is not normal." He pondered allowed.
TBC (there should be about 9 more chapters: sorry 150 fans!)