Title: Fanfic? Nylon? Sara eating bacon?
Author: Amara (TofuDog) Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I own what is in my house, not a show on TV.
Summary: The CSI team makes a crack at fanfic writing. Mostly just fluff. Rating: G
Sara bent over a paper. A pen in her hand scribbling wildly on the paper. "Aww. Dang paperwork." She mumbled as she made a mistake. Greg walked in and placed his hand on her paperwork. "Greggo? Please." Sara said. She plucked Greg's hand off her work. "Even though you do not have paperwork, doesn't mean that I don't."
"Ms. Sidle, I have a job for you to do." Greg said. He tossed a paper on Sara's desk Sara glanced over Greg's paper. She frowned. "What?" Greg asked. Sara looked up at Greg. She smiled.
"Okay. I'll do it. Slow night.you know." She said with a lopsided grin on her face. She leaned over the new paper Greg gave her.
"Griss will never allow this. Keep it hush-hush, right?" Greg said. Sara nodded in agreement. Greg visited all the other CSIs to give them the paper.
At break the CSIs came together in the break room. They shared their papers. Sara spoke out and read her paper of what she written so far.
"Sara picked up the fiber with tweezers. 'Nylon.' She said to herself. Grissom walked into the crime scene. 'What do you have? Sara?' He said. 'Nylon. Fibers. Possibly some strands of rope. Yellow. Used to bind the vic.' Sara said. Grissom gave her an all-knowing look. Sara caught on."
"That is all I've gotten." Sara said. She threw her fanfic on the table and poured some coffee.
"Griss is in the story." Catherine said quietly to Nick. He smiled. "You know what that means." She elbowed Nick playfully. Nick stood up to read his story.
"The football was tossed down the centerline. Nick reached up in the air and grabbed it. The crowd cheered. Nick ran toward the goal. When the game was over, and Nick's team had won, Nick walked up to the cheerleaders. Sara stood on the edge of the football field. She was eating bacon."
"Hey, what is that? You know I don't eat meat." Sara said sharply. She glared at Nick.
"This is my story. I can do what I want. Correct?" Nick replied. He continued to read.
"Sara chewed playfully on the bacon. Nick handed Sara a cheeseburger. Sara munched on the cheeseburger with unseen enthusiasm."
"Okay, that's enough. That's so unreal." Sara said. Warrick stood up to read his story.
"Warrick sat at a slot machine. He pulled the lever. Triple sevens came on the slot machine's face. Warrick grinned. "Woo-hoo" He yelled. 'Six million dollars.' Warrick was rich. He could start a casino."
"That's it. Sorry guys. Grissom walked in when I was writing it." Warrick said.
"Well, we know where your passion lies." Catherine said. Warrick laughed. Catherine stood up to read her fanfic.
"Catherine stroked her child's head."
"And all the CSIs went back to work and solved all the cases in the world. The end." The CSIs looked back toward the door where the voice came from. Grissom was standing in the doorway with his glasses in his hands. "Nylon? Football and Bacon?"
"Grissom...we are so sorry. We were just having just a little harmless fun." Nick said.
"Do you want a pink slip or an assignment slip?" Grissom thought about what to say. "No." He sighed. "Just get back to work. This will never leave this room." Grissom turned around. "Sara eating Bacon?" Grissom laughed. He walked back to his office.
Author: Amara (TofuDog) Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I own what is in my house, not a show on TV.
Summary: The CSI team makes a crack at fanfic writing. Mostly just fluff. Rating: G
Sara bent over a paper. A pen in her hand scribbling wildly on the paper. "Aww. Dang paperwork." She mumbled as she made a mistake. Greg walked in and placed his hand on her paperwork. "Greggo? Please." Sara said. She plucked Greg's hand off her work. "Even though you do not have paperwork, doesn't mean that I don't."
"Ms. Sidle, I have a job for you to do." Greg said. He tossed a paper on Sara's desk Sara glanced over Greg's paper. She frowned. "What?" Greg asked. Sara looked up at Greg. She smiled.
"Okay. I'll do it. Slow night.you know." She said with a lopsided grin on her face. She leaned over the new paper Greg gave her.
"Griss will never allow this. Keep it hush-hush, right?" Greg said. Sara nodded in agreement. Greg visited all the other CSIs to give them the paper.
At break the CSIs came together in the break room. They shared their papers. Sara spoke out and read her paper of what she written so far.
"Sara picked up the fiber with tweezers. 'Nylon.' She said to herself. Grissom walked into the crime scene. 'What do you have? Sara?' He said. 'Nylon. Fibers. Possibly some strands of rope. Yellow. Used to bind the vic.' Sara said. Grissom gave her an all-knowing look. Sara caught on."
"That is all I've gotten." Sara said. She threw her fanfic on the table and poured some coffee.
"Griss is in the story." Catherine said quietly to Nick. He smiled. "You know what that means." She elbowed Nick playfully. Nick stood up to read his story.
"The football was tossed down the centerline. Nick reached up in the air and grabbed it. The crowd cheered. Nick ran toward the goal. When the game was over, and Nick's team had won, Nick walked up to the cheerleaders. Sara stood on the edge of the football field. She was eating bacon."
"Hey, what is that? You know I don't eat meat." Sara said sharply. She glared at Nick.
"This is my story. I can do what I want. Correct?" Nick replied. He continued to read.
"Sara chewed playfully on the bacon. Nick handed Sara a cheeseburger. Sara munched on the cheeseburger with unseen enthusiasm."
"Okay, that's enough. That's so unreal." Sara said. Warrick stood up to read his story.
"Warrick sat at a slot machine. He pulled the lever. Triple sevens came on the slot machine's face. Warrick grinned. "Woo-hoo" He yelled. 'Six million dollars.' Warrick was rich. He could start a casino."
"That's it. Sorry guys. Grissom walked in when I was writing it." Warrick said.
"Well, we know where your passion lies." Catherine said. Warrick laughed. Catherine stood up to read her fanfic.
"Catherine stroked her child's head."
"And all the CSIs went back to work and solved all the cases in the world. The end." The CSIs looked back toward the door where the voice came from. Grissom was standing in the doorway with his glasses in his hands. "Nylon? Football and Bacon?"
"Grissom...we are so sorry. We were just having just a little harmless fun." Nick said.
"Do you want a pink slip or an assignment slip?" Grissom thought about what to say. "No." He sighed. "Just get back to work. This will never leave this room." Grissom turned around. "Sara eating Bacon?" Grissom laughed. He walked back to his office.