Mayhem and Breakfast
Once Grissom was out the door Greg looked over at Sara and smiled mischievously. Sara tore her eyes away from the door and looked back at him apprehensively. "So what's first on the movie menu for tonight?" she asked.
His smile grew "I found this really cool web site that had all kinds of old, and I mean old, horror movies. First on the list is a movie called 'the undertaker and his pals'" he said to her while grabbing the remote and pressing play.
An hour and a half later Sara and Greg were staring at the closing credits of the movie "that had to be one of the worst films I have ever seen" she said munching on some popcorn.
"I know, wasn't it great!" he exclaimed and got up to change the DVD. When he sat back down he handed Sara a card. She looked down at it and then back up at him. "You can't be serious" she asked as she looked over the card again.
In her hand was a card containing a point system attached to different attributes of the movie…
Gore: 1 2 3 4 5
Humor: 1 2 3 4 5
There were four or five more of these. She was just finishing reading the card when Greg handed her a pen. "ok now, whatever movie we choose as being the worst we are going to pick a scene out of it and try and re-enact that scene" he said to her while filling out his own card.
Sara decided this sounded like fun and began to fill out the card in her hand. "Ok Greggo, what's the next movie?"
He pushed play on the remote and the movie began to play on the screen. Another hour plus passed and 'The brain that wouldn't die' ended, wiping the tears of laughter from their eyes they filled out the cards for the really bad movie.
Sara didn't think it could get any worse when Greg put in the next movie and they began to watch it. She was wrong. By the time the movie ended she felt like she had just received a lobotomy. Greg was sitting next to her still staring at the now blue screen.
The two of them didn't need to compare scores when deciding which one of the movies was the worst, this one beat the other two hands down. Now all they had to do was to decide which scene they wanted to re-enact. It took them about a half an hour of argument to decide on the scene and then they got to work.
Grissom was walking back into his office at the end of his shift when Nick, Warrick, Catherine and Brass followed him in with smiles on their faces. He looked at each of them in turn and then asked "what?"
They all smiled at each other, exchanging knowing looks. "We decided we were going to all go over to your place for breakfast" Cath said to him. He gave them all a look and shook his head. "I'm really tired guys and I just want to go to bed" he responded.
He thought the discussion was over when they all filed out of his office and headed towards the locker room. He slipped on his jacket and gathered his files before heading out the door. When he got to his car the rest of the crew were all in theirs preparing to leave.
He was in his own world and neglected to notice them all following him home. It wasn't until the third turn he noticed their cars behind his. He grumbled to himself and pretended not to notice, although it was becoming hard because they took turns passing him and smiling while they waved.
He pulled into his driveway and took his time getting out of the car, hoping they would get the point and leave. They didn't. He sighed and then headed towards the house, the rest of the crew hot on his heels with bags in their hands. When he got to the front door he stopped.
"Why are you guys hounding me?" he asked a little annoyed.
"Just open the door Griss and you'll find out" Nick replied. Giving the man an odd look he unlocked the door and went inside. The sight that greeted him shocked him while the rest of them tried their hardest to keep their laughter contained. The files fell out of his hands and slipped to the floor with a flourish.
Sara was dressed in what looked like a shredded evening gown and her hair looked like it hadn't been brushed in weeks. There were grey streaks in it and her face looked like death. She was chasing after Greg, who was wearing a blue shirt and brown pants.
Sara was screaming like a banshee, holding a pole over her head, and advancing on the young man.
"What the hell" Grissom said out loud before the people behind him burst into laughter. He turned around to see them buckling over before looking back at the pair in the living room. Sara and Greg were now standing in the middle of the living room with giant smiles playing on their faces.
Grissom advanced into the living room and took better notice of the pair in front of him. Greg was covered in dirt and what looked like blood, his shirt was ripped and he was wearing some kind of belt system around his chest.
One of his hands had been replaced with some kind of power tool and he held a BBQ spatula in the other. Sara looked absolutely horrid in her get up and the both of them were laughing outright. "What the hell is this?" he asked the pair and they all broke down laughing once more.
Greg and Sara began to explain to Grissom what was up while the rest of them headed into the kitchen with their bags to get breakfast going. Soon they were all laughing around the table while eating breakfast. They helped clean up the house before leaving to get some sleep.