A/N: This is a request from Stormy Snape. Read and review? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of the characters.
Stuck Up
"Hey Wendy, you got my results for the Mr. Smith case yet?" Greg asked, entering her lab.
"Uh… Not yet." She muttered, staring at his with pleading eyes.
"That's okay. I was just checking." Greg assured her, making sure that he didn't sound too urgent. He knew all too well what it was like to be rushed when trying to negotiate DNA.
"After all, I suppose it would be sort of weird collecting your results off of a typewriter. Seriously, who has sex with a typewriter in the room? And how would semen get on it?" He continued.
Soon enough, though, he realized that Wendy was making no move to even try to get his results. She was sitting in her chair with her hands folded neatly on her lap.
"Wendy?" Greg prompted. "Are you okay?"
"It's nothing! I'm fine." She replied meekly.
Greg stared her down.
"Alright! So I might have super-glued my hands together!" She confessed.
Greg, trying to hold back a laugh, answered "I'll go and get Grissom."
"No! I remember what he did to your feet!" Wendy cried.
"Well, it's him or Doc, and I don't think Doc would hesitate to use some of his tools…"
"Get Grissom!" Wendy yelled at Greg's already retreating back. "Not Doc! Anyone but Doc!"
"Grissom it is!" Greg hollered back over his shoulder.
