Disclaimer: I DO NOT own these characters...really I don't! They belongs to...who ever created them. Although I wouldn't mind owning Grissom...ummm....or maybe Warrick to....ahhh...
A/N: This was just an idea I had...don't know how well it turned out. Anyway, leave reviews...good or bad...flames are welcome if it's truly needed...I can take the heat...don't leave me to crispy though.
Title: Sane Or Insane, That Is The Question.
Chapter I : Rock, Paper, Scissors, Bow & Arrow?
CSI Headquarters. Night shift.
The CSI's (composed of Warrick, Nick, Catherine and Sara) were all gathered in the break room. Sara and Catherine were looking amazingly bored. The two were both watching TV in serenity. Nothing good was on so they settled for CNN.
Nick and Warrick were sitting at the table, obviously bored themselves, playing rock, paper, scissors. Although Nick seemed to be enjoying the childish game, Warrick on the other hand looked like he was ready to blow his brains out. Or possible Nicks for annoying him so much.
"Oh come on!" Nick pleaded. "Just one more round"
At that moment Greg entered the break room joyfully and sat with the guys.
"What's happenin' ?" he asked.
"Nothin's happenin', Greg" Warrick replied, with a hint of annoyance. Why was Greg always so...happy he thought.
"Hey Greg, you wanna play rock, paper, scissors?" Nick asked excitedly.
"Sure!" Greg answered. And then they played.
Warrick let out a sigh of relief as he joined Catherine and Sara.
Grissom entered the room. "We finally have something" he told them.
All but Nick and Greg shot there looks towards Grissom, patiently waiting for him to continue. He did.
"A couple of teenagers were doing target practice in the desert, one of them was fatally wounded. Might of been an accident."
"He was shot?" Sara asked.
"No, well not by a bullet. They were playing with bow and arrows. Who wants to come with me?"
"I will!" exclaimed, Nick, Catherine, Warrick and Sara in unison.
"We'll all go" said Catherine. "We have nothing better to do. No other cases, no paperwork, nothing's happened all night."
Grissom looked at them, this case didn't require five CSIs but what the hell, it was a slow night. "Alright" he said. "Lets go."
The four other CSIs walked out of the room and headed for the exit. Before Grissom had the chance to join them, Greg stopped him.
"Hey, uh, Griss. You think I can sort of tag along? I mean, I have nothing else to do anyway."
Grissom thought about this. "Okay but you stay out of the way while we work" Grissom warned.
"No prob boss!" Greg gave him a small salute.
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Somewhere in the deserts of Las Vegas.
After they're little investigation, all signs pointed to 'accident'. They still had minor things to check out but they were pretty much done.
Catherine and Nick were busy talking to the last witness, Sara, Warrick and Grissom were waiting by the Tahoe and close by, Greg was flirting with a female cop.
The police woman's rookie partner was a little further, with another witness. The teenager was trying to show him how to use a bow and arrow.
Meanwhile, Sara and Warrick were chatting. Grissom was looking at Greg who in turns let out a surprised squeak when the woman lightly slapped him and walked away insulted.
Greg turned to Grissom, who wasn't too far away, and mouthed the words 'she likes me'.
Grissom let out a little laugh and shook his head. Just as he did, he noticed the rookie cop as he unintentionally shot the arrow, it was headed in Greg's direction. Without hesitation, Grissom ran the small distance between he and Greg, pushed him out of the way, Greg flew to the ground. The arrow that would have ended up in Greg's chest had penetrated Grissom's left upper arm.
Obviously in pain, Grissom looked at his arm. " Ahhh fuck!" he cried out.
Nobody moved, still a bit shocked by what had just occurred. They all stared at Grissom, he had never really sworn like that before.
Grissom looked at them in disbelief.
"Pardon the language, but this really hurts!" he yelled out.
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The hospital.
"If nothing is damaged and you're going to be just fine then why exactly are you in a hospital room?" Sara asked Grissom.
"I have no idea, they just sent me here and told me the doctor would be by to see me shortly." he answered her, slightly touching the bandages that covered his injured arm.
Grissom looked at his team. "You guys can go, I'll be fine" he reassured them. "I'll take a cab home and tomorrow's my day off anyway, so I guess I'll see you all on Friday."
They said nothing and made no attempt to move.
"Look, the shift isn't exactly over and you guys have to get back" Grissom told them, hoping they would get the 'hint'.
Finally, they all agreed to leave him and after they each said their goodbyes, Greg said something.
"I would be nothing without you" Greg mumbled. He was standing in the room, by the door with his head lowered.
They others were by Grissom's bed looking at Greg in confusion.
A few seconds passed. Then Greg raised his head, revealing a big grin on his face. He broke into song. "Did you ever know that you're my hero...you're everything I wish I could be...I can fly higher than an eagle..."
Greg was interrupted buy Grissom telling him to shut up and the others were laughing savagely.
"You guys can get out now" Grissom told them playfully. "I'll see you all on Friday." he added.
They all left his room. Grissom let out a sigh, then spotted Greg's head popping into his room from the hall.
"Grissom..." he started.
"Yes Greg?" Grissom said
"...you are the wind beneath my wings." Greg added with a smile, then popped his head back out of the room to protect himself from a magazine Grissom threw at him.
When Greg was out of sight, Grissom couldn't help but smile. That kid is crazy, he thought.
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Grissom was waiting for the doctor to arrive. He was getting impatient.
Soon after, the doctor walked in. "Okay sir. We are now ready to move you to your new room. This way please."
New room? Grissom thought, baffled.
"Uhh, doctor? Why exactly am I going to a new room for? My injury isn't that severe. Can't I just go!?"
"Sir, of course. Your stab wound is not life threatening but you know why you're here. Now please follow me."
Grissom was now really confused. "Stab wound?, doctor I wasn't stabbed. I was shot in the arm by a cop with a bow and arrow."
"Of course you were" replied the doctor, half listening to what Grissom was saying. "Now please come with me." he added in a very professional tone.
Grissom didn't know what to do, so he obeyed the man.
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Grissom was now on the elevator with the good doctor. They were heading up.
Dr.Yang, Grissom read his tag. Funny, he thought, he doesn't look Chinese. Just then the doors of the elevator opened, Grissom followed the doctor out.
Grissom read the sign on the hallway wall. Level 4 : Psychiatric Ward! Alarms went off in Grissom's head. He immediately ceased walking. Dr. Yang noticed and turned to him.
"Why are we on this floor? You making a pit stop?" Grissom asked nervously.
"This is where you'll be staying" explained the doctor.
"No it isn't" Grissom shot back quickly.
"Why don't we just go through that door and then we'll see" Dr. Yang insisted.
"I am not entering the psych ward!" Grissom yelled.
"Come on, sir. Please don't make me get security."
"Read my lips, ying-yang! I am not crazy!" Grissom spoke slowly. "You've got the wrong guy! There's been some kind of mix up downstairs or something!"
Just then, two overgrown beasty orderlies came out, grabbed Grissom by the arms and draged him into the ward.
A nurse came out the same door when the two orderlies finished dragging a screaming-kicking-Grissom into obscurity.
"A new addition to the floor?" She asked Dr. Yang.
Dr. Yang opened the folder he had been holding. "Yes, a mister Gus Van Beestrom, he came in with a self inflicted stab wound to the upper arm and is believed to be delusional, hearing voices I suspect, and possibly being schizophrenic. Here's his file." he handed it to her.
Dr. Yang then headed back for the elevator.
TBC...