An update in honor of Jag Lady- Because I know about physical humor, thanks to her. XD
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14. Poke
He had nothing better to do. AT ALL.
Horatio walked out of DNA with the results on who had been holding the knife at the crime scene. His lips pursed angrily, his body boiling with fury. How dare the father decide to kill his own daughter.
These tended to be the cases where Horatio got snappish at people until the suspect- or killer- came into the office. Everybody hated him being a ticking time bomb in this manner, so the majority of the CSIs stayed away from him until he rightfully delivered justice. This time was also known to everyone as "Horatio time."
Stetler, though- being the unfortunate soul he was- had no clue about Horatio time and figured that this was be a good time to bother him.
Amazingly enough, he had managed to schedule in time with Horatio. He'd known it was probably going to be another miserably failed attempt at trying to mend their friendship, but hey. Whoever never tried always failed. And Stetler was willing to bet his entire lunch that it was going to be a very dismal failure.
So when he saw Horatio standing by the skylight outside DNA with the folder in hand and a strange look on his face, he realized that he was just a bomb. But how long until it exploded?
He walked up to the redhead and tried to give him a slight smile. "Horatio."
"Go away," he growled, very unlieutenant like.
He winced. Okay, this was not even starting well. This guy had to loosen up slightly. He really needed to quit jerking so hard on the reigns of justice right now. "Is this a bad time?"
Horatio glared at him from his fifty-degree angle stance. "What you think?"
"I see I have to use desperate measures," Stetler grumbled.
It was very rare when Stetler decided to get physically annoying, but right now seemed to be one of those times. Looking down at his hand as if reading answers off for a quiz, he put up his index finger and brought it into the lieutenant's right arm.
Poke.
Horatio raised an eyebrow. "What're you doing?"
Poke.
"Rick? You can stop any time, you know."
Poke. "Horatio, lighten up a little. God, everyone's crawling away as if they've been wounded in some mass attack on the lab." Stetler gave him a pointed glare. "I know interrogations can be hard for you, but you don't have to stand here snarling like a Doberman."
Horatio's eyes narrowed. "Quit poking me."
Poke.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" Horatio snarled.
Poke. "I have nothing better to do. This is very entertaining, actually."
Horatio finally smacked his hand away, eyes blazing. "Well, go bother someone else, damnit!"
Stetler stared at the man with a glare. "God, I'm trying to make you listen to me, and it appeared that the only way to do that was through physical means!"
"I'll go physical on you if you poke me again, Rick."
He hated that tone- soft, dangerous. He believed that the bomb would explode during the next meeting with one of his peers.
Stetler quietly slipped away. He'd done enough poking and prodding for one day.
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