Almost at the beginning again

by amido-black

Stuck in a loop, a day that never ends, Grissom has to come to grips with the fact that his intelligence can't help him out this time. G/S

4. chapter 4

A/N: Tee hee, two chapters in one day! Ok, this chapter is really really short, but it's my favorite for some reason. I know that this is kind of out of character for Grissom, but every story with a loop like this needs to have a chapter like this. Any ways, I don't own any of the characters from CSI, blah blah blah, you all know the drill. Please R&R! :)

When a knock resounded through his office, Gil looked up with a smile. Somewhere in the chaotic pictures of destruction, he had managed to find some sort of inner peace. "Meeting, right? I'll be right there."

            A confused looking Warrick nodded before leaving. Grissom unwrapped a large piece of gum and popped it into his mouth as he walked to the briefing room. He sat in his chair and rocked back and forth, enjoying the pink bubbles that he was blowing.

            "You know, a kid I went to school with used to blow really cool bubbles with gum." Nick commented before Catherine could start the meeting.

            "What, like this?" Grissom let out one strong breath and shot the pink wad at Nick. He laughed out loud when it hit Nick on the cheek before dropping to the floor.

            "Not really, no." Nick wiped his cheek with disgust as Grissom picked up the gum, shrugged and popped it back in his mouth. "Ah, dude! That's just nasty!"

            Delighted with Nick's reaction, Grissom smiled. "Look, as much fun as Girl Scouts and clones are, I'm going to leave you guys with the case for a while."

            He walked down the hall with an unusual bounce in his step and swung the case file loosely in his hand.

            "Hey Grissom!" Greg assumed the now familiar pose. "Wanna play extreme tiddly winks?"

            "No Greg, can't you ever be normal?" Grissom rolled his eyes before smiling. "Now, racing office chairs down the hall and having evidence fights? That's normal."

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            Grissom sat down at his desk, worn out from his latest activities. He and Greg had come to the conclusion that balled up finger prints flew better than balled up pictures and that racing office chairs, while not normal, is definitely fun.

            He opened the ever-handy case file and glanced at its contents before closing it.

            'Let's hope that my day loops one more time,' Grissom thought to himself with a sigh, 'because I'm pretty sure that the jury won't be too impressed with taped together evidence.'