Disclaimer: I don't own Once In Royal David's City. Otherwise there'd be a CD of people singing my parody. I've only borrowed it, and I think the dead guy who wrote it doesn't really care, him being preoccupied with being dead and all. And CSI is so obviously not mine. I'm not stupid enough to think people actually think GSR's a good idea.
A/N: Yes, I am an evil, evil person for promising you all it would be up last week and then being late. However, I am the most unpunctual person I know, and I'm not really surprised I'm late. I send my sincerest apologies and gourmet burgers to all who reviewed: Yellowierd0, RyanKathrynCelia, punkballet, leeta468, polly, gymclassheroes, stareagle, kylie, and Estel A Duath.
This chapter is dedicated to the glorious Amy Lee of Evanescence, for being so cool and so hysterically funny.
Once in Over-Priced Las Vegas
Once in over-priced Las Vegas
Stood a dominatrix house.
Where a victim was working.
'Fore she was found dead by her spouse.
Lady Heather opens the door.
Warrant; the magic word she asks for.
Grissom and his Heather see
That they are better than GSR.
For they just get on so well.
But Gil messed it up by far.
And while Brass questions workers.
They make up, over gourmet burgers.
"Heather, darling, I am sorry
That I hurt you, I hope you see."
"Griss, I think I'll forgive you
Would you like some more tea?"
They talk of things like ancient crypts
They do not hear Brass being whipped.
All's well in over-priced Las Vegas
As Grissom and Heather kiss.
The case is solved, and Brass is fine.
But jealous Sara's getting pissed.
Happy holidays to all
Christmas joy to one and all!