So, what are we going to do with our break?" asked Nick, who was just
sitting down at the table. Grissom was already sitting across from him
doing nothing other than a crossword.
Greg came in and got a soda from the refrigerator and sat on the floor. "I dunno," he commented.
Sara came in the room and sat next to Nick. "Let's play a game," she suggested. "Excellent place to sit Greggo."
"Thanks," he replied.
Catherine and Warrick walked in together. "But, Which one are we going to play?" she asked, able to pick up a conversation that started before she was there.
"How about clue?" Sara said. "I'll deal." She got up and got the Clue box out. Everyone grabbed a playing piece. Sara dealt the cards and put the other ones in the envelope.
"Grissom, you go first," encouraged Nick.
"You sure?" questioned Grissom who really didn't want to go first.
"Yeah," said Sara. "Just go already."
"Okay then." Grissom picked up the dice and rolled a six. He paused in thought for a second and stared at the game board. He finally spoke. "I accuse Mrs. white in the dining room with the candlestick,"
Sara took out the cards. Sure enough, it was as Grissom had said.
"Aww, it's impossible to play clue with Grissom!" complained Warrick. He was annoyed.
"How did you know?" asked Catherine through a mouthful of apple.
"He looked!" exclaimed Greg from the floor.
"No I did not, Greg. Catherine, do you see on the board, do you see the little torn piece of cloth in the dining room?"
Catherine and Nick leaned in to see it. "Yeah I see it Grissom," Catherine said.
"That's just a little drop of white out!" bellowed Nick. "That doesn't tell anything!"
"Shut up Nick," Replied Grissom. "That's part of Mrs. White's wardrobe, and that tells that she was there. It was probably ripped in a struggle to kill the victim. And in the Dining room, the candlestick was very handy."
"Wow," Catherine said. "I never knew." She did this merely for show. She didn't believe a word that Grissom had just said.
"So how did you really do it?" asked Greg. He had gotten up and was now throwing his soda can away.
Grissom looked at his watch. "Break's over. Get back to work," he said in a hurry.
The CSI's went out of the break room still in wonderment. Sometimes Gil Grissom was full of crap, but they still wondered. He had to do it somehow.
Greg came in and got a soda from the refrigerator and sat on the floor. "I dunno," he commented.
Sara came in the room and sat next to Nick. "Let's play a game," she suggested. "Excellent place to sit Greggo."
"Thanks," he replied.
Catherine and Warrick walked in together. "But, Which one are we going to play?" she asked, able to pick up a conversation that started before she was there.
"How about clue?" Sara said. "I'll deal." She got up and got the Clue box out. Everyone grabbed a playing piece. Sara dealt the cards and put the other ones in the envelope.
"Grissom, you go first," encouraged Nick.
"You sure?" questioned Grissom who really didn't want to go first.
"Yeah," said Sara. "Just go already."
"Okay then." Grissom picked up the dice and rolled a six. He paused in thought for a second and stared at the game board. He finally spoke. "I accuse Mrs. white in the dining room with the candlestick,"
Sara took out the cards. Sure enough, it was as Grissom had said.
"Aww, it's impossible to play clue with Grissom!" complained Warrick. He was annoyed.
"How did you know?" asked Catherine through a mouthful of apple.
"He looked!" exclaimed Greg from the floor.
"No I did not, Greg. Catherine, do you see on the board, do you see the little torn piece of cloth in the dining room?"
Catherine and Nick leaned in to see it. "Yeah I see it Grissom," Catherine said.
"That's just a little drop of white out!" bellowed Nick. "That doesn't tell anything!"
"Shut up Nick," Replied Grissom. "That's part of Mrs. White's wardrobe, and that tells that she was there. It was probably ripped in a struggle to kill the victim. And in the Dining room, the candlestick was very handy."
"Wow," Catherine said. "I never knew." She did this merely for show. She didn't believe a word that Grissom had just said.
"So how did you really do it?" asked Greg. He had gotten up and was now throwing his soda can away.
Grissom looked at his watch. "Break's over. Get back to work," he said in a hurry.
The CSI's went out of the break room still in wonderment. Sometimes Gil Grissom was full of crap, but they still wondered. He had to do it somehow.