Grissom adjusted his bluetooth earpiece. He was connected to the speakerphone at the Lab. The Team listened anxiously as he went through the checklist with Catherine.
"Forensic kit? "
"Check"
"9mm automatic? "
"Check"
"Zinger?"
"Check"
"Backup zinger?"
"Check"
After last weeks fiasco , Ecklie was taking no chances. Grissom had to have a zinger to deliver so that all the team could start their cases.
" The teams waiting, Gris!" said Catherine
Grissom was chewing a moldy ding-dong. He started to choke.
" HWACK, ACKK, THPTHH, GARGLE"
" Quit playin around , Gris! " said Catherine. "Ecklie will have your pension! "
A quick thinking bystander gave Grissom the Heimlich manoeuvre.
" URGHH , CHOKE, GASP , WHAOO "
" Aw , c'mon, pardner, we all gots ta mosey on out to our cases , ya hear? " said Nick.
Grissom staggered forward and stepped onto a skateboard which just happened to be there.
" OOH, ARGHH, NOOOO, UHHHH "
" Man , that's just weak sauce , man " moaned Greg and applied some hair products.
The skateboard with Grissom precariously onboard stormed down a flight of steps.
" RUGGADUGGADUGGADUGGARUGGA"
" Aw, shoot, someone go wake me up when Gris comes up with a winner " yawned Warrick and dozed off.
The skateboard nosed into the sidewalk and propelled Grissom skywards.
" WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ! "
" Oh Griss, I thought that was our private word! " said Sara , who then realised she had let the cat out of the bag.
Grissom landed in a Trash Bin.
" MMMFFFRRRFFFKKKKKNNNNN "
Just then the other line rang. It was Jim Brass.
" We've had reports of a man wandering around in a daze at the corner of Alliance and Atlantis. White male , in his fifties with a beard, soft yet understanding eyes which command respect in men and illicit thoughts in women"
" No one we know ! " said the team.