Sara's Soup Surprise

Things couldn't be better when Catherine arrived at work a good half an hour early. She looked at the assignments for the night, there were only two. One happened to be a particularly nasty decomp and the other was a bug infested body. All she had to do was adjust the description of one and create three more to make sure everyone had a job.

She quickly did her task and met Warwick, Nick, and Greg in the break room, letting them know which jobs were the real ones, this way they could trade to make sure Sara got the real one…

Sara knew she made the wrong decision the instant she showed up to the scene and witnessed a rookie spilling his guts into the nearest bush. She could smell the decomp from outside. Even Brass looked a little pale around the gills. She braced herself and entered the house.

Brass followed her in holding a tissue to his nose trying to stem the smell entering his nostrils. Sara looked over at him crinkling her nose and breathing through her mouth. "I thought this was supposed to be a stabbing victim?"

Brass smiled behind the tissue, "I guess some wires got crossed." And he offered her a sympathetic look. "The neighbors noticed a smell eminating from the house next door and called it in. I'm sorry to say, but this isn't the worst of it. The body was placed inside a freezer, but it was unplugged, and instead of preserving the body it contained it instead. No one had been able to get close enough to open the it."

Sara gave him a shocked look, "You mean this smell is coming from a closed freezer? Are you sure it hasn't been opened?"

"It was locked when we got here. We can't find the key."

Sara walked over to the freezer, she used to have one like it and using her key she slid it behind the lock and disengaged it. The smell that came out when the seal was broken was ten times as bad as the one before. She barely managed to suppress her gag reflex before closing the lid again.

She instructed them to take the "body" to CSI and began to process the scene.

Several hours later she entered CSI with her evidence in one hand and a large bag of lemons in the other and headed towards the evidence lockup. The receptionist gagged momentarily before reaching under her counter and grabbing a can of Lysol spray, directing the spray towards the cloud that surrounded Sara as she left.

She entered the locker room to find Catherine, Warwick, Greg, and Nick changing into their after shift clothes. Once they got a good whiff of Sara they all covered their mouths and began to bolt for the exit.

Sara was not in the mood for their teasing and for the first time that night, was happy she stunk. She grabbed the overalls in her locker and headed to the showers to clean up. She spent the next half an hour dousing herself with lemons. She dried off and went to reach for her clothes but they were missing.

"I was sure I brought them in with me." She thought as she looked around to check. No clothes. With the towel wrapped around her she peeked her head around the corner and looked in the locker room expecting to see them sitting on the bench outside her locker, but they weren't there either.

She cursed under her breath, she was sure they hadn't known. They never let on. She slowly and quietly walked to her locker, praying there was still her spare clothes inside. She was shocked with what met her eyes.

Instead of her spare clothes she was looking at a silky red nightdress. "How the hell did they get this in here." She grabbed it out of her locker and looked at it, it was short and slim.

"I guess I don't have much of a choice do I?" she asked herself. She slipped it on and found that it was definitely short and fit her in all the right places. She took the towel she had dried off with and wrapped it around her waist to try and cover a little more.

She peeked her head outside the locker room. "If I'm careful, I think I can make it to Grissom's office" she thought to herself, and making sure no one was in the hall she started to slink her way to his office.

Thankfully when she got there the door was unlocked, she backed her way into his office and closed the door behind her. Heaving a sigh of relief she turned around to witness half the office looking back at her.

She tried to get away quickly but the movement only made things worse as her towel fell and flashes of light pierced her eyes. By the time she was able to recover from the blinding flashes the only people left in the room were the rest of the night shift.

Catherine got up from her perch on the edge of Grissom's desk and past a shocked Sara, she placed a Polaroid in her hand as she passed, "This is for Grissom." The rest of the guys passed her in turn, wide smiles playing across their faces.

The guys all went back into the locker room to await the next victim. They had decided to first get them one at a time and then together. They didn't have to wait long before Grissom showed up. Unlike Sara, his torture began at the beginning of shift.