FOUR MONTHS LATER:
Catherine walked through the halls at the crime lab and stopped abruptly as she saw Grissom staring, a comically horrified look pasted on his face, into the Lab.
Catherine stood next to him and looked inside. Greg was processing a fiber from Sara's crime scene with the radio on full blast. He was dancing and singing at the top of his lungs, hideously out of tune.
"Yo, listen up, here's a story/
about a little guy who lives in a blue world/
and all day and all night and every thing he sees is just blue, like him/
Inside and outside./
Blue his house with the blue little window/
and a blue corvette/
and everything is blue for him, and himself, and everybody around/
cause he ain't got nobody to listen..."
Catherine recognized the song and said out loud, "Oh, no. . ."
Greg didn't see them or hear them, and when the chorus started, he burst out dancing and singing:
"I'm blue dab a dee a ba di, and dab a dee a ba di and dab a de dab a di!"
Grissom stood there with a curious smirk.
Greg spun around and stopped as he saw Catherine and Grissom watching him from behind the glass. After a brief pause, Greg launched into a violent coughing attack and let Eiffel 65 finish the song by themselves.
Grissom shook his head and left, and Catherine was trying as hard as she could to not break out laughing.
Greg smiled and sat down to read the newspaper. He absentmindedly flipped through when he saw this one ad:
GIVE A LIFE. GIVE BLOOD. --Today only at St. Mary's Hospital in downtown Las Vegas.
Greg smiled thoughtfully and headed right over there after work.
He jumped into his car and turned on the radio, smiled at the song, and started singing along:
"I'm blue da ba dee. . ."
"If we were meant to be monogamous, then why weren't we born already married?"
Maurice Chavez from VCPR (Grand Theft Auto Vice City)
