My name is kerrie Burrell

Im 21 and i Live in london

I write fanfiction for CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION, Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland, BBC SHERLOCK and Sherlock Holmes (movie)

I love reading Fanfiction for BBC SHERLOCK, CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION and Radio drama Cabin Pressure

My Favorites-

Fav Csi characters: Greg Sanders (fit), Nick Stokes (Fit) and Jim Brass (funny)

Fav Csi episodes: Crash & burns, Who shot Sherlock, 4x4, Rashomama, You kill me, Appendicitement, Blood moon, House of horders and A kiss before frying

Fav BBC SHERLOCK characters: Sherlock, DI Lestrade and John Watson

Fav BBC SHERLOCK episode: The Hounds of the Baskerville

Fav Cabin Pressure characters: Martin, Douglas, Arthur and Caroline

Fav Cabin Pressure episode: Limerick

Fav A.I.W characters: The Mad hatter and The Cheshire cat

Fav Sherlock Holmes Character: Sherlock Holmes

Csi Quotes:

}Gil Grissom: I just got a page from James Watson.
Nick Stokes: And I got one from Francis Crick. What's going on, Greg?
Greg Sanders: Well, as you both know, Watson and Crick are the granddaddies of DNA. Without their discoveries, I'd have nothing to do all day.
Nick Stokes: What have you been doing all day?

}[after telling Grissom something that Grissom already knows]
Greg Sanders: I guess I should stop trying to impress you.
Gil Grissom: That would impress me.

}Gil Grissom: Are we paying you by the word?

}[after Greg kicks him out of the lab]
Warrick Brown: Did you take your medication today?

}Greg Sanders: All work and no play makes Greg a dull boy.
Gil Grissom: All play and no work makes Greg an UNEMPLOYED boy.

}Greg Sanders: Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer. Swab one down, run it through CODIS, ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall.

}Greg Sanders: Hey Catherine, you think Sara would go to dinner with me?
Catherine Willows: Sure, as long as you don't tell her it's a date.

}Captain Jim Brass: What are you doing after work?
Gil Grissom: More work.

}Captain Jim Brass: Hey, look what I found: a knife with blood on it.
Gil Grissom: Hey, look what I found: dead guy.

}Sara Sidle: Clothing, $85. Earrings, $30. Latte, $4. Getting away with murder...
Gil Grissom: Priceless.

}[about an elastic plastic]
Gil Grissom: What's it found in?
Hodges: Greg-Sanders-wear.

}Captain Jim Brass: [an accused perp bends over to be searched] You better save that position for later, you'll need it where you're going.

}Greg Sanders: For the record, I really like having a penis.

}[Grissom walks by the lab where Greg is playing music]
Gil Grissom: Hey, Sanders, no punk rock.
Greg Sanders: What about Black Flag?
Gil Grissom: Are you nuts?

}Gil Grissom: So, let's see. You surf, you scuba dive. You're into latex, you like fashion models and Marilyn Manson. And you also have a coin collection?
Greg Sanders: Weird, ha?
Gil Grissom: Well, I race cockroaches!

}[liquid from the trunk of a car containing two corpses splashes up onto Greg's face and into his mouth]
Sara Sidle: Technically, that makes you a cannibal. Grissom would be proud.
Greg Sanders: Grissom would have tasted it on purpose.

}Greg Sanders: I, am a genius.
Warrick Brown: Let me guess, you ran the DNA and got a hit?
Greg Sanders: No.
Gil Grissom: You ran the DNA and something distinctive came up?
Greg Sanders: No.
Warrick Brown: You rolled out of bed and managed to dress yourself?
Greg Sanders: No.

}Warrick Brown: Who brings a gun to a knife fight?
Gil Grissom: The winner?

}Greg Sanders: [about Sara] You want a valium for her?
Sara Sidle: I heard that!

}Nick Stokes: [Greg opens a cupboard and pulls out a book] I thought that's where you kept your porn.
Greg Sanders: I move it around.

}Grissom: Make sure you document these skid marks.
Greg: (Smiles to himself) He said skid marks.

}Sara: So relax and lie down on your back
Greg: You know, this is exactly like a dream I had once, except it wasn't in a garage and Grissom wasn't watching. Beat. That was a different dream.

}Greg Sanders: This clinic is like the Hotel California. You can check in anytime you like but you might never leave.

}(Gil Grissom hands Greg Sanders a specimen jar).
Greg Sanders: What's this for?
Gil Grissom: It's a urine specimen jar Greg, what do you think.
Greg Sanders: This is some kind of CSI hazing. (Walking away) Make me appreciate blood and semen more.
(Greg Sanders returns).
Gil Grissom: That took a while?
Greg Sanders: Well, I'm not a soda fountain.
Gil Grissom: Well you're gonna need to be (hands a bucket to Greg) because I'm gonna need a number two, as soon as possible.
(Greg leaves and then returns.)
Gil Grissom: I think you need a prostate exam.
Greg Sanders: My prostate is just fine.

BBC SHERLOCK qoutes:

A STUDY IN PINK:

}Sherlock Holmes: Sorry, gotta dash, I think I left my riding crop in the mortuary.

}John Watson: [slowly, grudgingly.]That was amazing.
Sherlock Holmes: [deadpan]You think so?
John Watson: Of course it was. It was extraordinary. It was quite... extraordinary.
Sherlock Holmes: That’s not what people normally say.
John Watson: What do people normally say?
Sherlock Holmes: "Piss off!"

Sherlock has a small squabble with Anderson upon arriving at the new crime scene]
Sherlock Holmes:Ah, Anderson. Here we are again.
Anderson:It's a crime scene. I don't want it contaminated! Are we clear on that?
Sherlock Holmes:Very clear. Is your wife away for long?
Anderson:Oh don't pretend you worked that out! Somebody told you that!
Sherlock Holmes:Your deodorant told me that.
Anderson:My deodorant.
Sherlock Holmes:It's for men.
Anderson:Well of course it's for men! I'm wearing it
Sherlock Holmes: So's Sergeant Donovan. [sniffs]Ooh... I think it just vaporised. May I go in?
Anderson:Now look, whatever you're implying.
Sherlock Holmes:I'm not implying anything. I'm sure Sally came round for a nice little chat, and just happened to stay over. And I assume she scrubbed your floor, going by the state of her knees.
[Sally looks visibly embarrassed]

Anderson: She's German. [Anderson says breaking Sherlocks' concentration]"Rache," German for revenge, she could be trying to tell us...
Sherlock Holmes: [Interrupts] Yes, thank you for your input. [Shuts the door in Anderson's face]

Sherlock Holmes: Did he offer you money to spy on me...?
John Watson: Yes.
Sherlock Holmes: Did you take it?
John Watson: ...No?
Sherlock Holmes: Pity, we could've split the fee. Think it through next time.

[To retrieve the suitcase, Scotland Yard executes a pretend drugs bust on Sherlock's apartment]
Anderson: We found the case! According to someone, "the murderer has the case". And we found it in the hands of our favorite psychopath!
Sherlock Holmes: [with contempt] I'm not a psychopath, Anderson, I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research.

[Sherlock finds Lestrade carrying out a fake drugs bust]
Sherlock Holmes:You can't just break into my flat!
DI Lestrade:And you can't withhold evidence! And I didn't break in to your flat.
Sherlock Holmes:Well what do you call this then?
DI Lestrade:It's a drugs bust!
John Watson:Seriously. This guy, a junkie? Have you met him?
Sherlock Holmes:John.
John Watson:I'm pretty sure you could search this flat all day and you wouldn't find anything that you could call recreational.
Sherlock Holmes:John, you might want to shut up now.
John Watson:Yeah, but come on... no...
Sherlock Holmes:What?
John Watson:...You?
Sherlock Holmes:Shut up! I'm not your sniffer dog.
DI Lestrade:No, Anderson's my sniffer dog.
Sherlock Holmes: What A-[spots Anderson]Anderson? What are you doing here on a drugs bust?!
Anderson:Oh I volunteered.
DI Lestrade: They all did. They're not strictly speaking onthe drug squad, but they're very keen.
[Sgt Sally Donovan comes out of the kitchen with eyes in a small clear plastic bag]
Sgt. Sally Donovan: Are these human eyes?
Sherlock Holmes: Put those back!
Sgt. Sally Donovan: They were in the microwave!
Sherlock Holmes: It's an experiment!

Sherlock Holmes: Shut up everybody, shut up! Don't move, don't speak, don't breathe, I'm trying to think. Anderson, face the other way, you're putting me off.
Anderson:What, my face is?
DI Lestrade:Everybody, quiet. Anderson, turn your back.
Anderson:Oh, for God's sake...
DI Lestrade: Your back! Now, please!

Sherlock Holmes: Anderson, don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street.