Title: Bets
by: Allison (Sarosyn/ Twostep41)
Disclaimer: Do not own CSI...lucky CBS. Enjoy.
Rated: PG
Spoilers: None
A/N: I would've written more, but I felt like stopping. Hee.
"Sara, how did I talk you into getting me to come here?"
"Technically it is a crime scene Grissom." She noted shining the flashlight across the room. Cobwebs and dust covered the floor, blowing up in their faces as wind blew through the open door.
"Sara, it has been fifty years since the Midnight Murders." Grissom momentarily removed his glasses, wiping them clean of the dust, and them replacing them as he spoke.
"And the case was never solved, it's our job as CSI's to investigate this."
"Because you lost a bet."
"No ---"
"To Nick, of all people."
Grissoms' eyes danced with amusement, as he noticed her anger growing. She sat down on a large trunk, eyeing him as she did so.
"How was I supposed to know that Greggo likes Opera?"
by: Allison (Sarosyn/ Twostep41)
Disclaimer: Do not own CSI...lucky CBS. Enjoy.
Rated: PG
Spoilers: None
A/N: I would've written more, but I felt like stopping. Hee.
"Sara, how did I talk you into getting me to come here?"
"Technically it is a crime scene Grissom." She noted shining the flashlight across the room. Cobwebs and dust covered the floor, blowing up in their faces as wind blew through the open door.
"Sara, it has been fifty years since the Midnight Murders." Grissom momentarily removed his glasses, wiping them clean of the dust, and them replacing them as he spoke.
"And the case was never solved, it's our job as CSI's to investigate this."
"Because you lost a bet."
"No ---"
"To Nick, of all people."
Grissoms' eyes danced with amusement, as he noticed her anger growing. She sat down on a large trunk, eyeing him as she did so.
"How was I supposed to know that Greggo likes Opera?"