Our Completely Odd Balad of a Psychotic Fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own…Rurouni Kenshin, Pirates of the Carribean (first or second), Criminal Minds, CSI: Las Vegas, House, Monty Python (and the holy grail), or Flipsy (from Fairlyoddparents). Though I wish I did. Because then I would put them in all sorts of completely insane positions and fun crossover fics. .

Chapter Two:

Washington, D.C. was so excited to see all these random ping-pong enthusiasts, it started to cry. Okay, so it was raining. Pouring, more like, water dripping down every possible thing it could reach out in the gloomy gray morning. (a/n: sunny days are no fun – it had to be raining…but don't worry…in this case, rainy weather doesn't always mean gloomy things happening .)

All earlier mentioned participants were gathered in the room where you get ready for vicious and violent battles…though hopefully, these battles would neither be vicious nor violent; though I'm sure the paddles, ping-pong balls and table would be inclined to disagree.

Kenshin (in a moment of what was sure to be remembered as moronic) had invited Master Hiko to come and watch him play. Afore mentioned Master had taken up residence in the quickly filling stands next to Kaoru, Yahiko, Sano, and Megumi (who only came because Sano coerced her…we all know they love each other 3). He was slightly nervous, having never played ping-pong before, but was confidence that his super-human reflexes would help him to win so Kaoru would glomp him…(sweatdrop, though we know they love each other too) for lack of a better word…ahem…on with the story.

Captain Jack Sparrow had invited his whole crew, including Davy Jones, Will, Elizabeth and Bootstrap who only came because Will forced him off the boat. Davy Jones and the crew were sitting on opposite ends of the stadium, Bootstrap, Will, and Elizabeth were sitting with the crew, a tad uncomfortable near a…thing…that would cut his own heart out and still walk around and stuff…it was creepy. In all honesty, Davy Jones was unaware of a plot to get rid of his boat while he was sitting there waiting for the tournament to be over so he could reclaim Captain Jack Sparrow's soul. He was scowling…and it was weird to watch and octopus looking thing attempt to scowl.

House had dragged Wilson and his three little ducklings, just seeing if Cuddy would have a cow while he was gone. House wasn't actually going to participate; his three fellows were going to play for him; mostly just because he didn't have a lot of mobility with his cane. He just wanted to watch them make fools of themselves at a game he was pretty sure none of them had played. He couldn't help but smirk to himself as he watched his ducklings prepare for what was sure to be a smackdown – he couldn't wait.

Dr. Reid was the only one who was actually going to play; the rest of the BAU only went to offer moral support and hopefully watch their youngest succeed in something that didn't involve psychos, serial killers, kidnappers, really hard puzzles, or a book that he could read in ten minutes. While all of this was impressive, it was more impressive that none of them knew about Dr. Reid's secret passion for ping-pong. Needless to say, it was going to be an interesting weekend.

Grissom was, of course, going to play, and he tried to convince Sara, but she said she'd rather watch. The whole team ended up coming – Sara, Katherine, Nick, Greg, and Warrick, but Grissom couldn't convince any of them to play. He knew it was just because they'd hate to be beaten in front of so many people – and he could hardly say he blamed them.

King Arthur – and his knights – had miraculously been poofed to the stadium in time to register for the tournament, but the only one who had been commanded to participate was King Arthur himself. The rest of the knights and various others who had been poofed by mistake made their way to the audience and took their seats – apprehensive at the introduction of this fascinating sounding new game.

Flipsy, of course, was getting special treatment because he was Flipsy and because the authoress said so and she's the boss of this little world. Flipsy would only have to play when he wanted to – perks of living with the boss lady.

Now, as people are prone to say when the audience is ready – in their seats with helmets and shields in fear of ping-pong balls…no? Okay, well, what people say when everything is ready: "the die is cast!" or in this case: the cast is cast! giggles like a mad fool…or a crazy person – I'm not picky