A/N: If you haven't seen Snakes On A Plane do so now! Yes, largely unmotivated to updated…
Grissom crossed off the last piece of luggage on his mental checklist before stepping onto the plane. Once inside he checked that everyone was present and accounted for.
"Sara, check. Warrick, check. Catherine, check. Nick, check. Greg, check," he thought to himself as he sat himself down in the seat next to Sara and buckled his seatbelt.
No expense had been spared on this trip and they were flying on a private jet. Ecklie, being Ecklie, joked that it would be like a vacation, what with the private jet taking them first to LA then on to Sydney. From there they would be a few short hours away from the start of processing a mass grave disguised in the form of an island. Certainly a great vacation.
The plane slowly taxied down the runway and took lifted into the sky, climbing higher and higher. When the fasten seatbelt sign was turned off Grissom stood to address his traveling companions.
"I don't need to tell you how difficult the following days and weeks are going to be. What we're undertaking is something that has captured the world's attention and something that the world should never need to experience." He paused and saw that the entire team was nodding along with him. "Despite what Ecklie may say this will be anything but a vacation. I know that you all have the experience to deal with whatever we may see."
"Um…," thought Grissom. "Now I've run out of ideas. How can I end this spiel…?"
"Um…" he began. "Yeah, I've pretty much said all that needs to be said," and with that he sat back down.
The flight progressed as normal. After a few uncomfortable looks and a less than subtle, "take it to the bathroom," from Greg, Grissom and Sara did just that.Joining the Mile High Club was better than Sara had ever alluded to.
Greg had brought a delicious Caesar salad with him but had no utensil to eat it with. He asked Nick who, likewise, did not have a utensil. Nick went to search the back of the plane where the likes of the bar were located. When he came back he pro-offered all that he could find, a spork.
"Damnit!" cried Greg. "How am I supposed to eat my surely delicious salad with only a useless spork?"
"Sporks are not useless," Nick replied.
"And just what can sporks be used for Nicky?"
There was silence from Nicky. Fortunately Nick could say something useful. "Doesn't this remind you of that scene in Snakes On A Plane with the plastic spork?"
"Oh my God I love that movie," said Greg. "Ah, Nick…I hope that there aren't any snakes on this plane."
"Wouldn't that be so scary if that actually happened Greg?"
"I don't think I'll ever complain about useless utensils in the form of a spork ever again…Especially if it saves my life from snakes" said Greg.
Nick and Greg then sat in their seats in silence but did not buckle their seatbelts just incase some snakes came and they had to defend themselves with sporks. Greg didn't even eat his Caesar salad.
All the while, Catherine flirted openly with Warrick.
They landed in Los Angeles without an incident with snake. Press could be seen straining to get passed the police block but their attempts were unsuccessful.
Grissom was the first to step off the plane and the smog and heat that greeted him was nearly unbearable. Though Grissom was used to Vegas heat, Vegas lacked the thick blanket of smog that seemed to linger over the Los Angeles area. It was the smog that annoyed Grissom.
Grissom was having a lucky day though, and with him on the plane was his trusty hat. He placed it on his head then, without making a big deal about it, he placed his sunglasses over his eyes to protect his eyes from the harsh glare of the sun.
Sara followed him off the plane and when he wore that hat of his she found herself attracted to him more than ever. Subtly, she let her had brush his lower back and her lips grazed his ear as she whispered something inaudible.
Nick and Greg nearly ran off the plane looking over their shoulders for snakes as they did so and when Catherine stepped off the plane she was immensely glad that she decided to wear her short shorts and a halter top. Warrick was so hot that he unbuttoned another button on his shirt.
They all stopped what they were doing when they saw the man waiting for them. His blond hair and slick leather jacket gave him a cool, businessman look that was off-set by the sharp outline of the gun in his waistband.
"Dr. Grissom, I'm Jack Bauer. Welcome to Los Angeles. We've set up a moveable command post in a lounge that will be moved to the plane when we leave. Any questions?" Jack paused and looked around the group. He just hoped that these CSIs were as good as their careers made them out to be. "Nope? Good. Let's move out then."
