Who Drabbled What?
Chapter Eleven
By MSCSIFANGSR and JellyBeanChiChi

Drabbles from last chapter: 93, 94, 95 by JellyBeanChiChi and 91, 92, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100 by MSCSIFANGSR
We had a tight race going for the last chapter. Sillym3 took 7 out of 10, followed closely by KadianScripter with 8 out of 10 but SylvieT pulled ahead with 9 out of 10. CONGRATS!

Prompts given by Ampad : 101. Freedom fighter 102. Tony the tiger 103. Jorge 104. Bandit 105. Max (Double Drabble)
Prompts given by Twisted Puppy: 106. Fairy tale 107. Sex 108. Clouds 109. Ice Cream 110. Friends


"The trick is not to make a sudden movement or noise."

Sara had to admit finding bugs in the room was no longer a horrifying event since she and Grissom connected. But she wasn't going to let him know that. There was nothing cuter than waking Grissom to dispose of a wayward spider.

Bare-chested, bed-headed, his pajama pants slightly askew to show a hint of his ass. Yet he still had the air of a dignified Freedom Fighter as he approached the arachnid on the windowsill.

Gently he picked up the spider, opened the window and released it.

Vive l'resistance!


Kids walked up and down the grocery store aisles following a store clerk dressed as Tony the Tiger.

Grissom saw the character as he found Sara. But he paid more attention to her cart than the cereal icon.

"What's this?" he asked holding a package of ground sirloin.

"You said you were craving a burger."

Not caring who noticed, Grissom drew Sara to him and kissed her passionately.

After they broke, Tony passed them, then sprinted to the breakroom. The clerk took off the tiger head and speed dialed.

"MOM! You're not going to believe this!" Lindsey said excitedly.


She found him staring at a electrical pole in front of the crime scene. The source of his fascination: a homemade sign that read, "MISSING: Jorge the cat."

"You've seen that cat?" Sara asked.

"Yes," Grissom said thoughtfully. "All over the block." He and Sara went to other poles: some south and some north of the crime scene. Then they returned. "The other signs are at the level where a child would post it."

"This is taped higher up," Sara completed his thought.

With a gloved hand, Grissom retrieved the questionable sign. They found a bloody fingerprint along the back.


"There ain't no way, no way you came from my loins. I'm going home to kick your mama in the butt," Nick said with a thick southern accent, leading Greg to double over in laughter as they stood in the breakroom.

Applauding, Sara asked. "What was that?"

"Jackie Gleason in 'Smokey and the Bandit,'" Nick said. "One of my specialties."

After shift, the arrival at the shared townhouse and some lovemaking, Sara's mind floated to the breakroom.

"Do you do any impressions?" she asked.

"Sure."

"What?"

"A man good enough for your love."

She sighed. It was definitely Grissom's specialty.


Max Sullivan stood in handcuffs beside his court appointed attorney awaiting his sentencing.

He'd been found guilty of two counts of manslaughter: his wife and a neighbor. He hadn't intended killing either women before breakfast that ill fated morning, but shit happened. He'd had a bad morning that day, spilling jello, killing his wife, then accidentally killing his neighbor, babysitting Suzy, then trying to dispose of Paula's body and ending up stuck in cement.

Captain James Brass and Catherine Willows, of the Crime Lab had testified for the prosecution. As had Suzy, who was such a cute little thing, and her mother. He'd spoken to Jimbo and Cathy before the trial. They had promised as much leniency as had his defense attorney. Suzy smiled and waved at him, blowing him a kiss, while her mother ignored him.

He silently prayed as the bailiff announced the return of the judge. All his life he'd been scared that one day, the karma would kick him in the ass for performing euthanasia of a sorts on his grandmother. He held his breath as the judge read the penalty. A sigh of relief at the judgment of the two 25 year terms concurrently served.


"Looks like she died a little while after her daddy read her this fairy tale," Grissom held the children's book in his hand, sadly looking down at the title.

"Grissom, are you alright?"

"Yes, Sara. It's just strange."

"The victim was a 46 year old woman, who died of a heart-attack in the midst of role playing a toddler. Her 'daddy' dumped her body in a dumpster off Fremont Street," Sara challenged.

"No, the human depravity element isn't what bothers me. It's that I had this book when I was a child. My father read it to me every night."


So beautiful. So captivating. Grissom knew his feelings for her would get him in trouble.

He couldn't say no. He tried. He stayed professional, but couldn't help flirting. At first, it was innocent, almost unconsciously done. Then, consciously. Very consciously.

When he placed his hands upon her face, he prayed she wouldn't tell him to stop.

And she didn't.

It was passionate. She was mesmerizing. For that moment, she captured him intellectually, physically. She ignited him.

But it wasn't enough because it wasn't her.

That's why, although she was so beautiful and so captivating, sex with Lady Heather became meaningless.


He pulled the SUV off that lonely desert road leaving clouds of dust in his wake.

He almost lost her among the sun-beaten rocks. He did lose of a part of her, and himself.

During her absence, her phone calls would fuel him, but even her voice couldn't expel his own sad demons, especially after that scene in the alley. Warrick probably did find some peace dying in Grissom's arms, but Grissom didn't want to let him go.

Yet, he let her go.

Foolish.

I need another path, he thought. Go to the desert and say goodbye.

So, he did.


The drug deal went wrong. Very, very wrong.

12 dead, 7 wounded.

Fortunately, it was only the dealers and the rival dealers who perished and were injured in the blood bath. Unfortunately, it left a lot to process. All hands were on deck.

They knew there were far worse scenes to process. Where women, the elderly, children, families, even animals were abused, tortured and killed.

Brass stepped into the kitchen to find Warrick. The door to the freezer was open, causing three tubs of ice cream to melt.

"Damn shame, huh Rick?"

"Yeah," Warrick said. "Damn shame about the Breyers."


Grissom went to the Denali to load evidence and released the last police officer from the scene.

A man came through a window in the adjoining room. The surprising sight of an intruder ranting and brandishing a gun caused Nick to immediately arm himself.

Nick stayed alert. He noticed Grissom silently stand in the hallway behind the intruder.

"Come on," Nick pleaded, his weapon drawn. "We're all friends here. Put down your gun."

Grissom took a stealth step forward.

"Really, asshole? Well, how's this, buddy?"

Grissom moved quickly to tackle him. But the gun was already in the man's mouth.


TBC

A/N: MSCSIFANGSR: This set contains my favorite drabble written by the fabulous JellyBeanChiChi...can you figure out which one it is? :)

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And... Bondye beni-w Haiti.