Grissom was peering at a minute particle of evidence through a microscope
when he heard a noise that nearly made his blood curdle. He kept his face
at the microscope and listened intently. A second soft bleat emanated from
near the open door. He whipped up from the microscope and snapped his head
toward the door. There he was; that damned goat! He jumped up from the
lab stool sending it crashing to the floor. The goat jumped back; then
eased back to the open door, gazing at him expectantly. Grissom glowered
at the goat. It took a couple more steps into the room and let out another
forlorn bleat.
Grissom vainly tried to keep his heart hardened but the goat seemed rather pathetic. One ear flopped down, at an approximately forty-five degree angle, and the other barely made a thirty-degree upward angle. It was dragging the ragged rope behind it. He decided that, maybe, it was kinda cute. He approached carefully, hunkered down in front of it and began to scratch it under the chin. The goat appeared to like this as he stretched his neck out and tilted his little head up toward Grissom.
"Stay away from my ears and we'll get along fine, you little menace." Grissom cautioned.
Meanwhile, Nick and Catherine returned to the break room from checking in evidence to retrieve the goat. It was gone. They began a frantic search of the CSI building. They were racing down the hall, pausing to search each side room when they skidded to a halt. Grissom was leading the goat out of one of the labs. The little goat was cavorting at the end of the lead and Grissom wore a bemused expression.
"We are so dead, Cath." Nick moaned.
"I thought I told you to get rid of this goat, Nick." Grissom demanded, spotting them.
"Gris, nobody would take it! I tried, honest." Nick stammered. "The vet we called said 'he didn't 'do' farm animals', Animal Control wouldn't take him and another vet that did 'do' farm animals required a hefty deposit. I figured I'd take Billy home with me. Hopefully, those people will show up soon and take him back."
"Billy?" Grissom questioned.
"Yeah, as in Billy Goat Gruff." Nick admitted, referring to the children's fable that had been dear to his heart as a child; chagrin plastered on his handsome features.
The little goat that was worming its way into their hearts hunched up and deposited a few pellets. They were all aghast. Grissom caught its chin in his hand and glared into its eyes. "You may not defecate on the laboratory floor." He declared. The goat, unaware of its misdeed, merely rubbed his chin against Grissom's hand hoping for a few more scratches.
"Uh, I'll get him outa here Gris." Nick snatched the rope from Grissom's hand and hurried the goat down the hall.
"I'll take care of that." Catherine said, indicating the goat pellets, and escaped to find some paper towels.
Grissom, with a weary sigh, returned to his microscopic study.
Grissom vainly tried to keep his heart hardened but the goat seemed rather pathetic. One ear flopped down, at an approximately forty-five degree angle, and the other barely made a thirty-degree upward angle. It was dragging the ragged rope behind it. He decided that, maybe, it was kinda cute. He approached carefully, hunkered down in front of it and began to scratch it under the chin. The goat appeared to like this as he stretched his neck out and tilted his little head up toward Grissom.
"Stay away from my ears and we'll get along fine, you little menace." Grissom cautioned.
Meanwhile, Nick and Catherine returned to the break room from checking in evidence to retrieve the goat. It was gone. They began a frantic search of the CSI building. They were racing down the hall, pausing to search each side room when they skidded to a halt. Grissom was leading the goat out of one of the labs. The little goat was cavorting at the end of the lead and Grissom wore a bemused expression.
"We are so dead, Cath." Nick moaned.
"I thought I told you to get rid of this goat, Nick." Grissom demanded, spotting them.
"Gris, nobody would take it! I tried, honest." Nick stammered. "The vet we called said 'he didn't 'do' farm animals', Animal Control wouldn't take him and another vet that did 'do' farm animals required a hefty deposit. I figured I'd take Billy home with me. Hopefully, those people will show up soon and take him back."
"Billy?" Grissom questioned.
"Yeah, as in Billy Goat Gruff." Nick admitted, referring to the children's fable that had been dear to his heart as a child; chagrin plastered on his handsome features.
The little goat that was worming its way into their hearts hunched up and deposited a few pellets. They were all aghast. Grissom caught its chin in his hand and glared into its eyes. "You may not defecate on the laboratory floor." He declared. The goat, unaware of its misdeed, merely rubbed his chin against Grissom's hand hoping for a few more scratches.
"Uh, I'll get him outa here Gris." Nick snatched the rope from Grissom's hand and hurried the goat down the hall.
"I'll take care of that." Catherine said, indicating the goat pellets, and escaped to find some paper towels.
Grissom, with a weary sigh, returned to his microscopic study.
