AN: Just more fluff. What was Greg really thinking when Grissom fugified him. What was Greg's reaction after the Hydrocortisone? Here's my take on it.

Spoilers: Let the Seller Beware.

Thanks to With out this transcript this short wouldn't be possible. Because well, Half the talking is the show stuff.. half isn't.

Told in Greg's POV.

Oh Yeah, I'm a Fungi.

So Here I am, Just sitting in the locker room getting ready to go. Next thing I knew Grissom is standing in the doorway looking at me.

"Greg." Grissom said looked at me.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I need you to take off your shoes and socks." Grissom said.

"See, now we're getting into this whole strip forensics thing and I'm not so sure I can hang with that even if you are my boss." I said, looking at him funny. I gave in and took my socks and shoes off.

"Your mother's maiden name is Hojem, correct? Hojem is Norwegian?" Grissom asked.

"Yeah. And you know, my grandfather got tossed from Norway for getting my grandmother pregnant before they got married. To this day, he still tells me "som man reder sa ligger man.'" I said. Grissom looked at me strange. "'One must lie in the bed one has made.'"

"That's true. Right foot first, please." Grissom said he picked up my right foot and swabbed it with something.

"Now, you're sure you want me to do this? Things could get loud in here." I asked still not sure about what's going on.

"Left foot." Grissom said swabbing my left foot.

"So you want to tell me why we're doing this?" I asked feeling like an idiot for letting him put something on my feet.

"It's an experiment." Grissom said as he gave me a pair of new socks. "Put these on. Come see me in six hours."

I watched him leave. I asked myself. What in God's name did I just let him do. About an hour into this 'experiment'. My left foot starts to burn. I just brush it off and go on my way. With each minute it gets worse. By the end of the six hours I wanted to kill Grissom as I limped into his office.

"What did you do to me?" I asked him.

"You had a reaction." Grissom said. He seemed pleased.

"I'm Hazmat meat. Quarantine, here I come." I said glaring at him I took the socks off and put my feet on his desk

"Your right foot, I swabbed with a placebo, regular tap water." Grissom said looking at my right foot.

"Yeah, well, I'm not worried about the right foot." I said.

Grissom looked at my left foot before he spoke. "Left foot ... eumycotic dermatitis."

I just looked at him in amazement. "Oh, great. It's probably fatal."

"It's a mildew-induced skin rash." Grissom said simply I just looked at him.

"You infected me with mildew?" 'YOU ASSHOLE!' I screamed in my mind

After a while of staring at me like I was an insect he grabbed a small tube of something from his desk.

"Here." Grissom said. "Hydrocortisone. Follow the directions, clear it right up." He threw it at me,.

I looked at the back. When I got up to leave, my foot still felt like it was on fire.

"I'll kill him." I mutter as I hobbled to the locker room to apply the Hydrocortisone to my foot. Nick walked by and saw this.

"Let me guess. You're Scandinavian?" Nick smirked.

"Norwegian. Let me guess, you knew about the fungi?" I asked rubbing the ointment onto the soles of my feet.

"Yeah. He asked everyone in the lab. Looks like your it." Nick said. "I bet it hurts."

"You have no Idea." I snapped applying more ointment.

"Sorry. I was going to warn you but..." Nick said I chucked the Hydrocortisone at him and It hit him. "OW!"

"It's like that. Times 12." I smirked. I put my socks, Not the ones Grissom gave me, My socks and shoes on. "Goodbye." I rolled my eyes and was out the door.