A/N: Alright! The party's actually starting!! Sorry it took 5 chapters to
get to this point, haha. Thanks for your reviews, you guys are too kind!
Oh, by the way...I got an email from giunit35 asking why this story is
called "Grapes." That, my friend, will be answered in a chapter or two.
That, and the fact that it's an original title that has little to do with
the story. :-D
Chapter 5: Live Lobsters and Ruined Clothes
After the initial shock of Greg's outrageous costume wore off, the CSIs settled down to a card game.
"Well," Greg said, rising after the last hand of Euchre was played, "it was nice playing cards with you inferior beings, but I am off to the kitchen to practice my masterful chef skills."
"Oh yeah? What's on the menu, Emril?" Warrick asked.
"Bahstan Lobstah," Greg pronounced with a stressed Boston accent, "and a few other delightful treats a la Gregory. Oh, Sarah, do you eat lobster? I kept one alive just in case you didn't want it."
Nick shot Warrick a secret grin. Sarah made a face, "You mean that my decision on the matter of consuming this animal or not depends on if he is put to death in the next 5 minutes?"
"Isn't that case for all animals?" Catherine pointed out.
"Ick. No thanks, Greg, I'll just have the salad," Sara said, shaking her head.
"Alright then! I shall return with the feast!" Greg proclaimed, marching into the kitchen as if he was off to fight a battle.
**************A Short Time Later......*****************
"Kiddies, time for dinner!" Greg yelled from the kitchen, causing his friends to rise as one and nearly tackle each other for seats at the dining room table.
"Wow," Greg smirked, "I didn't know you all were that eager to eat my masterpieces."
"We're not," Grissom grumbled, "we just want our food." The rest nodded in agreement.
"Hey, uh, Greg, lemme help you out in there," Warrick said, beginning to stand up.
"Yeah, me too!" Nick agreed, following Warrick into the kitchen.
They returned moments later with a variety of plates with silver covers on top. "Grissom...Sarah...Cath..." Nick said, setting plates down in front of the respective diners.
Warrick appeared with a huge bowl of salad and another bucket-type container of clam chowder. Greg brought out a plate of French fries. "Lobster, salad, clam chowder...and French fries," Sarah mused as Warrick snickered, "Nice one, Greggo."
"It looks fantastic, Greg," Catherine said, eyeing her covered plate and rubbing her hands together, "When can we eat it?"
Greg looked around to make sure everyone was situated, "Now sounds good!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, plate covers clinked as they came off and silverware scraped as it scooped various foods onto plates. Warrick snapped off a lobster leg and sucked in the meat, making Sarah cringe, "Mmmmm, nice, man," he sighed.
Catherine looked at her lobster. It looked different from the others'. It looked darker, almost greenish, wetter, and colder. Catherine poked at it with her fork. Suddenly, the lobster whipped its claws around and poked back. Catherine let out an ear-splitting scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she screamed, backing out of her chair so quickly it toppled over.
Grissom's head snapped around, "What??"
Catherine hopped backwards and pointed at the squirming lobster on her plate, "THAT!" she screeched, "IT'S ALIVE!"
Grissom walked over to Catherine's plate and picked up the lobster by the tail, inspecting it, "Legs are mobile, as are the claws and antenna. The tail is still thrashing, which means you have a quite strong lobster at hand," Grissom said, looking over the rims of his glasses at a shell- shocked Catherine. Sarah snorted a laugh into her salad, while Nick and Warrick exchanged high-fives.
Catherine snapped out of her trance and rounded on the two celebrating men. "YOU TWO are responsible for this!?" she bellowed, glaring daggers at the both of them.
"Aw, come on, you gotta admit it was pretty funny!" Nick said through galls of laughter.
"Yeah, Cath, your face was priceless! It was all like 'AAAAH!'" Warrick commented, contorting his face to imitate Catherine's.
Catherine clenched her jaw and moved back to her seat, "Pretty funny, eh? Priceless expression, eh?" She scooped up some of her clam chowder and brought it to her mouth, then hesitated, "Yeah, I'll show you priceless."
In one fluid movement, Catherine flung her spoon forward, launching the glob of clam chowder. It hit Nick full in the face, followed by another hitting Warrick a split-second later. Both let out shocked cries. Sara, Grissom, and Greg burst out laughing, as Catherine smiled coyly. Suddenly...
*SPLAT* *SPLAT*
Two handfuls of ketchup-covered fries appeared on Catherine's denim jacket. Her mouth dropped in horror. She retaliated buy chucking her salad dressing at Warrick, leaving a gooey white line across his lab jacket. Some of it splattered against Greg's face. "HEY!" he called, and thinking it was Sarah, who was eating salad, threw lobster meat at her.
"GROSS!" Sarah exclaimed as the meat plopped in her drink, "What the HELL did you do that for?!" she demanded as she squirted ketchup in Greg's direction. Suddenly, it was a full-fledged food fight, as people didn't care who hit who for what reason. Grissom sat back and watched with a bemused grin on his face.
"Children!" he announced, finally, "Can we eat like normal adult human beings?"
There was a momentary pause.
*SPLAT* *SPLAT* *SPLATSPLATSPLAT*
Suddenly, Grissom was covered in every type of food present. He blinked and looked down at himself, "I take that back," he said quietly, "to quote a famous comic book character: 'It's CLOBBERIN' time!'"
The battle resumed, as literally every article of food was thrown until it was no longer recognizable as an edible substance. When the food ran out, the party resorted to their drinks. And when those ran out, they collapsed, weary from the vigorous exercise.
Catherine leaned back and put a ketchup-coated strand of hair behind her ear, "Well, that WAS pretty amusing."
Nick nodded in agreement, wiping clam chowder from his face. Sarah retreated to the bathroom to wring the mix of champagne and water out of her hair, which had been wet down back to normal. Grissom began to wipe the French dressing off his glasses. Greg attempted to get all the lobster meat off his back, where Warrick had run over and stuffed some down his shirt. Warrick began to clean up the battle zone, also known as the remains of World War III.
Once everyone had returned to the table, more or less cleaner than before, Greg looked around at his friends and asked, "Who's up for a game?"
Chapter 5: Live Lobsters and Ruined Clothes
After the initial shock of Greg's outrageous costume wore off, the CSIs settled down to a card game.
"Well," Greg said, rising after the last hand of Euchre was played, "it was nice playing cards with you inferior beings, but I am off to the kitchen to practice my masterful chef skills."
"Oh yeah? What's on the menu, Emril?" Warrick asked.
"Bahstan Lobstah," Greg pronounced with a stressed Boston accent, "and a few other delightful treats a la Gregory. Oh, Sarah, do you eat lobster? I kept one alive just in case you didn't want it."
Nick shot Warrick a secret grin. Sarah made a face, "You mean that my decision on the matter of consuming this animal or not depends on if he is put to death in the next 5 minutes?"
"Isn't that case for all animals?" Catherine pointed out.
"Ick. No thanks, Greg, I'll just have the salad," Sara said, shaking her head.
"Alright then! I shall return with the feast!" Greg proclaimed, marching into the kitchen as if he was off to fight a battle.
**************A Short Time Later......*****************
"Kiddies, time for dinner!" Greg yelled from the kitchen, causing his friends to rise as one and nearly tackle each other for seats at the dining room table.
"Wow," Greg smirked, "I didn't know you all were that eager to eat my masterpieces."
"We're not," Grissom grumbled, "we just want our food." The rest nodded in agreement.
"Hey, uh, Greg, lemme help you out in there," Warrick said, beginning to stand up.
"Yeah, me too!" Nick agreed, following Warrick into the kitchen.
They returned moments later with a variety of plates with silver covers on top. "Grissom...Sarah...Cath..." Nick said, setting plates down in front of the respective diners.
Warrick appeared with a huge bowl of salad and another bucket-type container of clam chowder. Greg brought out a plate of French fries. "Lobster, salad, clam chowder...and French fries," Sarah mused as Warrick snickered, "Nice one, Greggo."
"It looks fantastic, Greg," Catherine said, eyeing her covered plate and rubbing her hands together, "When can we eat it?"
Greg looked around to make sure everyone was situated, "Now sounds good!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, plate covers clinked as they came off and silverware scraped as it scooped various foods onto plates. Warrick snapped off a lobster leg and sucked in the meat, making Sarah cringe, "Mmmmm, nice, man," he sighed.
Catherine looked at her lobster. It looked different from the others'. It looked darker, almost greenish, wetter, and colder. Catherine poked at it with her fork. Suddenly, the lobster whipped its claws around and poked back. Catherine let out an ear-splitting scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she screamed, backing out of her chair so quickly it toppled over.
Grissom's head snapped around, "What??"
Catherine hopped backwards and pointed at the squirming lobster on her plate, "THAT!" she screeched, "IT'S ALIVE!"
Grissom walked over to Catherine's plate and picked up the lobster by the tail, inspecting it, "Legs are mobile, as are the claws and antenna. The tail is still thrashing, which means you have a quite strong lobster at hand," Grissom said, looking over the rims of his glasses at a shell- shocked Catherine. Sarah snorted a laugh into her salad, while Nick and Warrick exchanged high-fives.
Catherine snapped out of her trance and rounded on the two celebrating men. "YOU TWO are responsible for this!?" she bellowed, glaring daggers at the both of them.
"Aw, come on, you gotta admit it was pretty funny!" Nick said through galls of laughter.
"Yeah, Cath, your face was priceless! It was all like 'AAAAH!'" Warrick commented, contorting his face to imitate Catherine's.
Catherine clenched her jaw and moved back to her seat, "Pretty funny, eh? Priceless expression, eh?" She scooped up some of her clam chowder and brought it to her mouth, then hesitated, "Yeah, I'll show you priceless."
In one fluid movement, Catherine flung her spoon forward, launching the glob of clam chowder. It hit Nick full in the face, followed by another hitting Warrick a split-second later. Both let out shocked cries. Sara, Grissom, and Greg burst out laughing, as Catherine smiled coyly. Suddenly...
*SPLAT* *SPLAT*
Two handfuls of ketchup-covered fries appeared on Catherine's denim jacket. Her mouth dropped in horror. She retaliated buy chucking her salad dressing at Warrick, leaving a gooey white line across his lab jacket. Some of it splattered against Greg's face. "HEY!" he called, and thinking it was Sarah, who was eating salad, threw lobster meat at her.
"GROSS!" Sarah exclaimed as the meat plopped in her drink, "What the HELL did you do that for?!" she demanded as she squirted ketchup in Greg's direction. Suddenly, it was a full-fledged food fight, as people didn't care who hit who for what reason. Grissom sat back and watched with a bemused grin on his face.
"Children!" he announced, finally, "Can we eat like normal adult human beings?"
There was a momentary pause.
*SPLAT* *SPLAT* *SPLATSPLATSPLAT*
Suddenly, Grissom was covered in every type of food present. He blinked and looked down at himself, "I take that back," he said quietly, "to quote a famous comic book character: 'It's CLOBBERIN' time!'"
The battle resumed, as literally every article of food was thrown until it was no longer recognizable as an edible substance. When the food ran out, the party resorted to their drinks. And when those ran out, they collapsed, weary from the vigorous exercise.
Catherine leaned back and put a ketchup-coated strand of hair behind her ear, "Well, that WAS pretty amusing."
Nick nodded in agreement, wiping clam chowder from his face. Sarah retreated to the bathroom to wring the mix of champagne and water out of her hair, which had been wet down back to normal. Grissom began to wipe the French dressing off his glasses. Greg attempted to get all the lobster meat off his back, where Warrick had run over and stuffed some down his shirt. Warrick began to clean up the battle zone, also known as the remains of World War III.
Once everyone had returned to the table, more or less cleaner than before, Greg looked around at his friends and asked, "Who's up for a game?"