Disclaimer: These guys don't belong to me.
Author's Note: Some friends of mine recently acquired an orphaned goat.
He's quite a handful. I thought this might be amusing.
Summary: Let's have some fun! Grissom gets attacked at a crime scene. It's not what you think!
Rating: PG - 13 Spoiler(s): None
Gil Grissom carefully began the initial walk through of the dark house. Catherine Willows waited just inside the front door. He had made a quick cursory examination of most of the downstairs and found little of interest. He returned to the foyer. "Looks like the back door was forced. It was partially open." He stated standing at the foot of the stairs. "I'll check out the upstairs and we'll get started."
Just then some small white critter crashed into his legs. Startled, he jumped three feet in the air, crashed down, and ended up on his back. He was soon embroiled in a tussle with the creature. Catherine trained her flashlight on him. He was sprawled at the foot of the stairs with the creature on his chest. She began to giggle when she realized he was okay and the creature was, in fact, a goat.
"Get off me, you little bastard!" He exclaimed. He managed to subdue the goat and gather it in his arms. "Why do these people have a goat in the house? You can't be in here." He informed the goat as it began to nuzzle his neck. Catherine tried unsuccessfully to quell her giggles as she followed him out the front door.
Grissom halted in front of Brass, Nick and Warrick who had just arrived. The goat located his ear lobe and began to suck on it. "Stop that!" He commanded the unheeding goat. Now everyone present was trying to suppress laughter. He struggled with the goat, attempting to hold it in one arm and detach it from his ear with the other.
"Ah, he's just a baby, Gris. I bet he's hungry." Catherine said as she tried to help him between giggle fits.
"Here." He thrust the goat into Nick's arms. "Do something with this goat."
"Hey! Why me? I don't know anything about goats." Nick protested as he began struggling with the writhing goat.
"You're from Texas." Grissom replied, applying some vague logic that Texans were genetically predisposed with the ability to deal with all manner of domestic farm animals. He located a handkerchief and began scrubbing the offensive goat saliva from his ear.
"We should probably call a vet. I doubt Animal Control will know what to do with a goat." Catherine offered.
"Okay, you guys take care of that. I'll finish the walk through." Grissom said as he eyed the front door with trepidation. He wondered if the goat had any relatives remaining in the domicile. He took a deep breath and re- entered the house.
Summary: Let's have some fun! Grissom gets attacked at a crime scene. It's not what you think!
Rating: PG - 13 Spoiler(s): None
Gil Grissom carefully began the initial walk through of the dark house. Catherine Willows waited just inside the front door. He had made a quick cursory examination of most of the downstairs and found little of interest. He returned to the foyer. "Looks like the back door was forced. It was partially open." He stated standing at the foot of the stairs. "I'll check out the upstairs and we'll get started."
Just then some small white critter crashed into his legs. Startled, he jumped three feet in the air, crashed down, and ended up on his back. He was soon embroiled in a tussle with the creature. Catherine trained her flashlight on him. He was sprawled at the foot of the stairs with the creature on his chest. She began to giggle when she realized he was okay and the creature was, in fact, a goat.
"Get off me, you little bastard!" He exclaimed. He managed to subdue the goat and gather it in his arms. "Why do these people have a goat in the house? You can't be in here." He informed the goat as it began to nuzzle his neck. Catherine tried unsuccessfully to quell her giggles as she followed him out the front door.
Grissom halted in front of Brass, Nick and Warrick who had just arrived. The goat located his ear lobe and began to suck on it. "Stop that!" He commanded the unheeding goat. Now everyone present was trying to suppress laughter. He struggled with the goat, attempting to hold it in one arm and detach it from his ear with the other.
"Ah, he's just a baby, Gris. I bet he's hungry." Catherine said as she tried to help him between giggle fits.
"Here." He thrust the goat into Nick's arms. "Do something with this goat."
"Hey! Why me? I don't know anything about goats." Nick protested as he began struggling with the writhing goat.
"You're from Texas." Grissom replied, applying some vague logic that Texans were genetically predisposed with the ability to deal with all manner of domestic farm animals. He located a handkerchief and began scrubbing the offensive goat saliva from his ear.
"We should probably call a vet. I doubt Animal Control will know what to do with a goat." Catherine offered.
"Okay, you guys take care of that. I'll finish the walk through." Grissom said as he eyed the front door with trepidation. He wondered if the goat had any relatives remaining in the domicile. He took a deep breath and re- entered the house.
