Disclaimer : I don't own the CSI characters they belong totally to someone else.
Author : Bigearsbabe
Rating : PG (some mild language)
Spolier : Lady Heathers Box
Summary : Just my take on what Jim Brass may have been thinking during 'that' scene. Please R & R
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Damn it's warm in here.
Well she's a looker I'll give her that.
Questions, right, erm c'mon Jim think.
Oh God I wish she wouldn't look at me like that.
What the hell is she doing?
Pleeease stay in your chair.
How long are those legs?
***And the way he gave it to me***
That's it the edge of the desk'll do nicely.
Wonder how often she waxes. Smooth job.
***Believe me***
I do, I do. That's it baby pull that belt that passes as a skirt down as far as it'll go
***I'm the last person***
Is that blood on her heel?
Damn it's really warm in here today.
***Who'd wanna see him dead.***
Holy shit!
Does she know she has no underwear on?
Don't complain idiot, it's gotta be at least a year since you got this close to a woman without paying for
her to flash something at yer!
Thank you God.
(Knock at door. It's Grissom)
***Excuse me Jim. Am I interrupting something?***
Hell yes.
***Gil, please***
The big guy had to go interrupt. How suprising.
What is he talking about hair?
This guy must be made of stone not to take up on a come on like that.
Wow, the heating's really screwed up in here, it's damn warm.
***Miss, are you a natural blonde?***
Why look at me to answer for you?
Don't you look at me either pal.
No I am not gonna answer this one.
No, don't look at me like that.
Either of you.
Damn it's warm in here.
Am I blushing?
(Brass shakes his head)
I really do need to speak with maintainence. Damn it's warm in here.
Author : Bigearsbabe
Rating : PG (some mild language)
Spolier : Lady Heathers Box
Summary : Just my take on what Jim Brass may have been thinking during 'that' scene. Please R & R
*******************************************************************
Damn it's warm in here.
Well she's a looker I'll give her that.
Questions, right, erm c'mon Jim think.
Oh God I wish she wouldn't look at me like that.
What the hell is she doing?
Pleeease stay in your chair.
How long are those legs?
***And the way he gave it to me***
That's it the edge of the desk'll do nicely.
Wonder how often she waxes. Smooth job.
***Believe me***
I do, I do. That's it baby pull that belt that passes as a skirt down as far as it'll go
***I'm the last person***
Is that blood on her heel?
Damn it's really warm in here today.
***Who'd wanna see him dead.***
Holy shit!
Does she know she has no underwear on?
Don't complain idiot, it's gotta be at least a year since you got this close to a woman without paying for
her to flash something at yer!
Thank you God.
(Knock at door. It's Grissom)
***Excuse me Jim. Am I interrupting something?***
Hell yes.
***Gil, please***
The big guy had to go interrupt. How suprising.
What is he talking about hair?
This guy must be made of stone not to take up on a come on like that.
Wow, the heating's really screwed up in here, it's damn warm.
***Miss, are you a natural blonde?***
Why look at me to answer for you?
Don't you look at me either pal.
No I am not gonna answer this one.
No, don't look at me like that.
Either of you.
Damn it's warm in here.
Am I blushing?
(Brass shakes his head)
I really do need to speak with maintainence. Damn it's warm in here.