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A/N: Tonight's writing is brought to you by too much coffee, my mother requesting that I stay up late and tape some radio show on people who see disasters in the future, scary stuff on the local news, and the letter M.
CH.5-
Grissom sat in his office, finishing up the paperwork from the previous shift.
"Grissom!" The sheriff knocked on Grissom's door, grinning broadly.
"Were your filmmakers happy?" Grissom sighed, deeply relieved not to have to see Bob's grinning face any longer.
"Great! They loved it. Whatever your guys did was great!" He gave Grissom the thumbs up symbol, the archaic symbol for male fertility Grissom mused to himself, and left as quickly as he'd arrived.
'Why can't all his visits be like that?' Grissom shrugged his shoulders, and went back to his paperwork.
Seven months later:
"What's this?" Sara looked up from her coffee at the piece of paper Grissom had just thrust under her nose. He handed one to each of his crew with an amused look on his face.
"We are being 'treated' to a private screening of the film 'Crime Scene Master.' Remember our Hollywood friends from last year?" Grissom sat down at the conference table.
"Oh, man." Warrick groaned. The image on the flyer featured a very buff Matthew McConaughey wielding a magnifying glass in one hand, and a semi- automatic in the other.
"Sweet!" Greg nearly fell off his chair. "When are they coming?"
"Tomorrow afternoon. You'll have to come into work a bit early if you wish to participate. It's completely optional. Dayshift was offered a viewing as well."
"Yer kidding me right?" Catherine read the flyer. "This is crap! Listen to this. 'Witness the majesty of science as it kicks criminal ass.' 'Lust and luminal in the DNA labs.'" Sara spit coffee out, trying not to laugh.
"Why's there luminal in the DNA lab?" Grissom shook his head, as Nick burst out laughing.
"It's a movie, Gris." Sara smirked.
"Oh, I'm there!" Greg snagged his flyer off the table, and headed for the DNA lab. "I wish there was lust in my lab."
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Warrick pulled open the door to the large police auditorium. There was already quite a crowd, and a group of reporters questioning the filmmakers. He spotted Sara, and Greg sitting towards the back, and made his way to them.
"Hey, Warrick!" Greg cheerfully handed him a ball cap with "Crime Scene Master" emblazoned on it. "They handed 'em out earlier." He grinned, and slurped his jolt cola.
"This should be interesting." Sara shrugged her shoulders. She wished Grissom had come too. She also wished she'd run to the restroom before the show started. Aw well.
"Ew! Ew! It's starting!" Greg bounced eagerly in his seat, and slapped his knee for good measure.
"It's not a porno, Greggo. Relax." Warrick laughed at his enthusiasm as the lights dimmed.
Suddenly heavy metal music flooded through the room, and a black SUV flew by on the screen, with a flashing, red siren on top. Its tires came to a screeching halt outside of a McDonalds restaurant.
"Hmmmph. Pretty obvious product placement." Sara grumped, as she drank her delightfully tasty, always satisfying "Ale-8-one."
Matthew's character stepped from the vehicle in dark shades, and pulled his jacket back from his waist to show off his badge and gun. He stood posed like that for a good three seconds staring at nothing in particular. Suddenly, a tall, brunette stepped from the other side of the car.
"Is that. . .?" Sara began only to be shooshed by Greg.
'Gaston? We're needed inside. . .there's a 419. Too bad for this chick.' Sandra Bullock pushed her sunglasses up onto her head, and rolled her eyes.
'Coming, Tara.' He slapped 'Tara's' ass as he passed her by.
"Oh, puuuuh-lease!" Sara snorted, only to be met by even more shooshing noises from around them. She shook her head in disgust.
Inside the restaurant, a woman sat tied to a chair in the freezer. Her arms had been sliced off, and were lying beside her on the ground. Miraculously, there was not a drop of blood to be seen anywhere.
'What've we got?' Gaston kneeled down, and picked up one of the arms.
"PUT SOME GLOVES ON!!!" Sara heckled. Greg and Warrick sunk down in their seats.
'Definitely not armed robbery!' Tara snorted. Gaston grinned at Tara. Tara twirled around on her heels, and placed a hand on her hip while gazing around the freezer.
"Ohhhhhhhh." Sara groaned, and covered her eyes. When she opened them, moments later, it was to the sight of Gaston pressing Tara up against the freezer door, and kissing passionately. "OK, count me out." Sara stood and scooted her way down the aisle and out of the auditorium.
"Sheesh!" Greg shrugged, and looked back up at the screen.
'Better bag this for Craig. He'll want to run tests. He'll figure this crime out in no time.' Gaston handed the arm to a still-un-gloved Tara, who placed it in a large plastic baggy.
Greg nearly peed his pants from excitement. He grabbed Warrick's arm, and loudly whispered, "That's me! I'm Craig! I'm Craig!!!"
"Get off me, Man!" Warrick pushed the lab rat away.
'Let's move out, Hun.' Gaston replaced his sunglasses, and kissed Tara once more.
When the scene faded back in, they were inside what looked like a laboratory from an old sci-fi flick.
"Isn't that the dude who plays Darth Vader?" Warrick eyed the screen suspiciously.
"Yeah. . .who's he supposed to be?" Greg cocked his head to one side, and looked around.
'Craig! We need your help, Stat!' Tara handed the baggy to Darth Craig, and stood right over him as he opened it.
"Huh. . ." Greg felt let down. "He's ok, and all, but he looks nothing like me."
"Give it a rest." Warrick laughed.
Onscreen, Tara leaned in, and whispered something into Craig's ear.
'But I thought you were with Gaston?'
'I was, but you'll always get first dibs on my DNA.' She pulled him to her, and kissed him deeply.
"Oh, man, now that's just wrong." Warrick shook his head. Greg drooled.
'In fact, I have a confession. It could end both our careers.' Tara's eyes began to fill with tears.
"WHAT? WHAT??" Greg yelled at the screen, receiving a soda can to head in response.
'Pretty soon your and my DNA will forever be joined.' She histrionically rubbed her non-existent belly. Craig teared up as well, and pulled her into yet another passionate embrace.
Greg whimpered from his seat, sobbed openly, and then left the auditorium. Warrick shook his head, and went back to watching. Suddenly, Craig looked down at his pager.
'Gotta go, Tara. Warren and Katie need me at the scene. Take over for me here until I get back. You really shouldn't be out in the field with your condition anyhow." He leaned over and kissed her while patting her belly. Tara nodded a teary, smiling face. Warrick chuckled.
The SUV drove by the screen again, in what looked like the same scene as the beginning, stopping in front of a casino. Craig got out toting a leather briefcase, and strode into the building, flashing his shiny badge at everyone as he passed.
'Bought time you got here. What the hell took you so long?' Pamela Anderson stood with her hands on her hips, glaring towards Craig.
'Busy as always, Katie. Tara gave me a hand though, so here I am.' Craig set the briefcase down on the bed, opened it, and pulled out what looked like a turkey baster!
"What the?" Warrick's eyebrows shot up.
Onscreen Craig followed Katie into the bathroom of the posh hotel room.
'What up, Dawg?' An afro-wearing Samuel L. Jackson smiled up at them both. He sat on the edge of the hot tub, holding a grotesque-looking head in his hands. A saw lay precariously on the tub beside him. Craig smiled and nodded.
'Head's up, Man.' Warren tossed the disembodied head to Craig, who caught it easily.
'Hmmm. . .Looks like he was poisoned.' Craig gave a wizened nod, and pointed to the mouth. 'See here?'
Both Katie and Warren nodded.
"What the?" Warrick was disgusted, but strangely mesmerized by just how awful the film was.
'OK. Katie, you question the hotel guests. Warren? I need you to get the rest of that body to the morgue for me.' Craig picked up his briefcase and the now bagged head, and walked out. Warren wagged his eyebrows at Katie, who licked her lips, and motioned with her finger for him to come hither.
'Yeah, Baby. That's what I'm talkin' about!' Warren pulled Katie into a kiss, and they both fell on the heart-shaped bed as the scene faded.
Warrick's mouth fell open.
Craig walked the halls of the building that Warrick supposed was supposed to be CSI headquarters. It looked more like an office building with cubicles, and people waving as Craig walked by carrying the head. Suddenly, Craig stopped, and entered a room marked 'Evidence Room.'
'Nathan?!?' Craig stood shocked at the site before him. A tall dark-haired man stood in front of the camera dancing around with a boa around his neck. The music was loud, so Craig was able to sneak up behind him.
'Ahhhh! Ya'll gotta knock first, Man!' The actor Warrick recognized from the Tick twirled around.
'Is that red lipstick?' Craig reached up, and rubbed a bit off with his thumb. The tall man with the heavy Southern accent grinned, and laughed nervously.
"Ok...I'm done." Warrick, finally reaching his nonsense level, rose to leave. He was met by a familiar face striding up the aisle with the same intention.
"Hey, Cath." Warrick grinned.
"Can't believe we stayed this long!" Catherine laughed, and followed him out to the hall. Sara and Craig were sitting out in the hall chatting about something, when they saw their two colleagues exit.
"I win!" Sara proclaimed proudly to Greg's dismay. He handed her five bucks from his wallet.
"Hey, guys." Catherine walked over to the two who were getting up from the floor. "What are you two still doing here?"
"Greg and I made a bet on who would be the last to bail on the film. I said you, Cath." Sara gave a crooked smile.
"Yeah, barely." Greg mumbled.
"So. . .are we all in agreence that that was quite possibly the worst movie ever made?" Catherine smiled, and glanced around the crew.
"What?" Greg's head darted up. "It was awesome! You're just mad cuz they weren't completely accurate."
"Not completely accurate?!?" Warrick spat out. "They had me cutting a guy's head off with a saw. . .at the scene. . .with no gloves on Then jumping in bed with Catherine at the crime scene." He shook his head at the star- crazed lab rat, and laughed.
"Well, they made me a pregnant whore!" Sara groaned to the snickers of all around. "Oh, shuddup." Sara wacked Greg in the arm.
"Ow! It's not my fault I have DNA the ladies love."
"Alright. Now that that nightmare is over. Let's get to work. Grissom is probably already waiting for us in the conference room." Catherine walked off, followed shortly by the others.
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The group sat patiently in the conference room as the time for their assignments to be handed out came and went.
"Where the heck is he?" Nick stood up, craning his neck to glance down the hall.
"Why didn't you go to the filming?" Warrick laughed at Nick.
"Yer kiddin' me, right? I told you, my sister called me a week ago, and gave me the heads up on the scenes Theresa wrote for me. What'd I ever do to that girl?" He shook his head.
Sara got up to refresh her mug of coffee, and saw Grissom coming down the hall. He wore a dark blue baseball cap with "Crime Scene Master" emblazoned on it, and held what looked like a t-shirt draped over his arm.
"Hi." He grinned at Sara as he approached.
"Where were you?" She fought back the laughter, and shock at what she knew now would be his answer.
"At the screening, of course." He stated matter-of-factly.
"Uh-uh. We were at the screening, and we didn't see you anywhere."
"I was in the front row." He smiled, and walked right past her. The others stifled their giggles upon seeing their boss in his movie attire.
"Uh, Gil?" Catherine smirked, and pointed at his hat.
"What? It was very amusing and entertaining. You didn't honestly expect this to be a serious, science-driven drama, did you?" Grissom chuckled, and handed a file to Catherine.
"No, but since when can you stomach slap-stick humor?" Catherine took the case file, and thumbed through it.
"It was a very good lesson on human perception. One person can see a pineapple, and another sees a hand grenade." He grinned at Sara, and went back to handing out assignments.
"Sara, you're with me." He stood up, letting the others file past him out of the office.
"What've we got?" She waited for him to hand her a file. He was still grinning. "Could you, um, please take that off?" She motioned towards his hat.
"Sure." He pulled the offending article off, displaying a bad case of hat- head, much to Sara's amusement.
"On second thought, put it back on."
"That bad?" He frowned, and tried to see his reflection in the glassed wall.
"Yeah, but it's actually kind of cute." Sara spoke faster than she thought, and she cringed.
"Really? Cute?" Grissom turned back around to face her. He had a mischievous grin on his face, which she had only seen on a few rare occasions.
"SO, where are we going?" Sara shifted in her seat uneasily.
"We got a 419 at a movie theatre." He grinned.
"It's not a fact checker is it?" Sara asked, more hopefully than she had intended.
"Let's go." Grissom grinned, and walked out. Sara looked down at the cap on the desk, and picked it up before leaving the room. She watched Grissom heading down the hall, and read the back side of his shirt. 'Master of DNA Swapping.' She nearly choked. This promised to be an enlightening shift!
THE END my friend
A/N: Tonight's writing is brought to you by too much coffee, my mother requesting that I stay up late and tape some radio show on people who see disasters in the future, scary stuff on the local news, and the letter M.
CH.5-
Grissom sat in his office, finishing up the paperwork from the previous shift.
"Grissom!" The sheriff knocked on Grissom's door, grinning broadly.
"Were your filmmakers happy?" Grissom sighed, deeply relieved not to have to see Bob's grinning face any longer.
"Great! They loved it. Whatever your guys did was great!" He gave Grissom the thumbs up symbol, the archaic symbol for male fertility Grissom mused to himself, and left as quickly as he'd arrived.
'Why can't all his visits be like that?' Grissom shrugged his shoulders, and went back to his paperwork.
Seven months later:
"What's this?" Sara looked up from her coffee at the piece of paper Grissom had just thrust under her nose. He handed one to each of his crew with an amused look on his face.
"We are being 'treated' to a private screening of the film 'Crime Scene Master.' Remember our Hollywood friends from last year?" Grissom sat down at the conference table.
"Oh, man." Warrick groaned. The image on the flyer featured a very buff Matthew McConaughey wielding a magnifying glass in one hand, and a semi- automatic in the other.
"Sweet!" Greg nearly fell off his chair. "When are they coming?"
"Tomorrow afternoon. You'll have to come into work a bit early if you wish to participate. It's completely optional. Dayshift was offered a viewing as well."
"Yer kidding me right?" Catherine read the flyer. "This is crap! Listen to this. 'Witness the majesty of science as it kicks criminal ass.' 'Lust and luminal in the DNA labs.'" Sara spit coffee out, trying not to laugh.
"Why's there luminal in the DNA lab?" Grissom shook his head, as Nick burst out laughing.
"It's a movie, Gris." Sara smirked.
"Oh, I'm there!" Greg snagged his flyer off the table, and headed for the DNA lab. "I wish there was lust in my lab."
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Warrick pulled open the door to the large police auditorium. There was already quite a crowd, and a group of reporters questioning the filmmakers. He spotted Sara, and Greg sitting towards the back, and made his way to them.
"Hey, Warrick!" Greg cheerfully handed him a ball cap with "Crime Scene Master" emblazoned on it. "They handed 'em out earlier." He grinned, and slurped his jolt cola.
"This should be interesting." Sara shrugged her shoulders. She wished Grissom had come too. She also wished she'd run to the restroom before the show started. Aw well.
"Ew! Ew! It's starting!" Greg bounced eagerly in his seat, and slapped his knee for good measure.
"It's not a porno, Greggo. Relax." Warrick laughed at his enthusiasm as the lights dimmed.
Suddenly heavy metal music flooded through the room, and a black SUV flew by on the screen, with a flashing, red siren on top. Its tires came to a screeching halt outside of a McDonalds restaurant.
"Hmmmph. Pretty obvious product placement." Sara grumped, as she drank her delightfully tasty, always satisfying "Ale-8-one."
Matthew's character stepped from the vehicle in dark shades, and pulled his jacket back from his waist to show off his badge and gun. He stood posed like that for a good three seconds staring at nothing in particular. Suddenly, a tall, brunette stepped from the other side of the car.
"Is that. . .?" Sara began only to be shooshed by Greg.
'Gaston? We're needed inside. . .there's a 419. Too bad for this chick.' Sandra Bullock pushed her sunglasses up onto her head, and rolled her eyes.
'Coming, Tara.' He slapped 'Tara's' ass as he passed her by.
"Oh, puuuuh-lease!" Sara snorted, only to be met by even more shooshing noises from around them. She shook her head in disgust.
Inside the restaurant, a woman sat tied to a chair in the freezer. Her arms had been sliced off, and were lying beside her on the ground. Miraculously, there was not a drop of blood to be seen anywhere.
'What've we got?' Gaston kneeled down, and picked up one of the arms.
"PUT SOME GLOVES ON!!!" Sara heckled. Greg and Warrick sunk down in their seats.
'Definitely not armed robbery!' Tara snorted. Gaston grinned at Tara. Tara twirled around on her heels, and placed a hand on her hip while gazing around the freezer.
"Ohhhhhhhh." Sara groaned, and covered her eyes. When she opened them, moments later, it was to the sight of Gaston pressing Tara up against the freezer door, and kissing passionately. "OK, count me out." Sara stood and scooted her way down the aisle and out of the auditorium.
"Sheesh!" Greg shrugged, and looked back up at the screen.
'Better bag this for Craig. He'll want to run tests. He'll figure this crime out in no time.' Gaston handed the arm to a still-un-gloved Tara, who placed it in a large plastic baggy.
Greg nearly peed his pants from excitement. He grabbed Warrick's arm, and loudly whispered, "That's me! I'm Craig! I'm Craig!!!"
"Get off me, Man!" Warrick pushed the lab rat away.
'Let's move out, Hun.' Gaston replaced his sunglasses, and kissed Tara once more.
When the scene faded back in, they were inside what looked like a laboratory from an old sci-fi flick.
"Isn't that the dude who plays Darth Vader?" Warrick eyed the screen suspiciously.
"Yeah. . .who's he supposed to be?" Greg cocked his head to one side, and looked around.
'Craig! We need your help, Stat!' Tara handed the baggy to Darth Craig, and stood right over him as he opened it.
"Huh. . ." Greg felt let down. "He's ok, and all, but he looks nothing like me."
"Give it a rest." Warrick laughed.
Onscreen, Tara leaned in, and whispered something into Craig's ear.
'But I thought you were with Gaston?'
'I was, but you'll always get first dibs on my DNA.' She pulled him to her, and kissed him deeply.
"Oh, man, now that's just wrong." Warrick shook his head. Greg drooled.
'In fact, I have a confession. It could end both our careers.' Tara's eyes began to fill with tears.
"WHAT? WHAT??" Greg yelled at the screen, receiving a soda can to head in response.
'Pretty soon your and my DNA will forever be joined.' She histrionically rubbed her non-existent belly. Craig teared up as well, and pulled her into yet another passionate embrace.
Greg whimpered from his seat, sobbed openly, and then left the auditorium. Warrick shook his head, and went back to watching. Suddenly, Craig looked down at his pager.
'Gotta go, Tara. Warren and Katie need me at the scene. Take over for me here until I get back. You really shouldn't be out in the field with your condition anyhow." He leaned over and kissed her while patting her belly. Tara nodded a teary, smiling face. Warrick chuckled.
The SUV drove by the screen again, in what looked like the same scene as the beginning, stopping in front of a casino. Craig got out toting a leather briefcase, and strode into the building, flashing his shiny badge at everyone as he passed.
'Bought time you got here. What the hell took you so long?' Pamela Anderson stood with her hands on her hips, glaring towards Craig.
'Busy as always, Katie. Tara gave me a hand though, so here I am.' Craig set the briefcase down on the bed, opened it, and pulled out what looked like a turkey baster!
"What the?" Warrick's eyebrows shot up.
Onscreen Craig followed Katie into the bathroom of the posh hotel room.
'What up, Dawg?' An afro-wearing Samuel L. Jackson smiled up at them both. He sat on the edge of the hot tub, holding a grotesque-looking head in his hands. A saw lay precariously on the tub beside him. Craig smiled and nodded.
'Head's up, Man.' Warren tossed the disembodied head to Craig, who caught it easily.
'Hmmm. . .Looks like he was poisoned.' Craig gave a wizened nod, and pointed to the mouth. 'See here?'
Both Katie and Warren nodded.
"What the?" Warrick was disgusted, but strangely mesmerized by just how awful the film was.
'OK. Katie, you question the hotel guests. Warren? I need you to get the rest of that body to the morgue for me.' Craig picked up his briefcase and the now bagged head, and walked out. Warren wagged his eyebrows at Katie, who licked her lips, and motioned with her finger for him to come hither.
'Yeah, Baby. That's what I'm talkin' about!' Warren pulled Katie into a kiss, and they both fell on the heart-shaped bed as the scene faded.
Warrick's mouth fell open.
Craig walked the halls of the building that Warrick supposed was supposed to be CSI headquarters. It looked more like an office building with cubicles, and people waving as Craig walked by carrying the head. Suddenly, Craig stopped, and entered a room marked 'Evidence Room.'
'Nathan?!?' Craig stood shocked at the site before him. A tall dark-haired man stood in front of the camera dancing around with a boa around his neck. The music was loud, so Craig was able to sneak up behind him.
'Ahhhh! Ya'll gotta knock first, Man!' The actor Warrick recognized from the Tick twirled around.
'Is that red lipstick?' Craig reached up, and rubbed a bit off with his thumb. The tall man with the heavy Southern accent grinned, and laughed nervously.
"Ok...I'm done." Warrick, finally reaching his nonsense level, rose to leave. He was met by a familiar face striding up the aisle with the same intention.
"Hey, Cath." Warrick grinned.
"Can't believe we stayed this long!" Catherine laughed, and followed him out to the hall. Sara and Craig were sitting out in the hall chatting about something, when they saw their two colleagues exit.
"I win!" Sara proclaimed proudly to Greg's dismay. He handed her five bucks from his wallet.
"Hey, guys." Catherine walked over to the two who were getting up from the floor. "What are you two still doing here?"
"Greg and I made a bet on who would be the last to bail on the film. I said you, Cath." Sara gave a crooked smile.
"Yeah, barely." Greg mumbled.
"So. . .are we all in agreence that that was quite possibly the worst movie ever made?" Catherine smiled, and glanced around the crew.
"What?" Greg's head darted up. "It was awesome! You're just mad cuz they weren't completely accurate."
"Not completely accurate?!?" Warrick spat out. "They had me cutting a guy's head off with a saw. . .at the scene. . .with no gloves on Then jumping in bed with Catherine at the crime scene." He shook his head at the star- crazed lab rat, and laughed.
"Well, they made me a pregnant whore!" Sara groaned to the snickers of all around. "Oh, shuddup." Sara wacked Greg in the arm.
"Ow! It's not my fault I have DNA the ladies love."
"Alright. Now that that nightmare is over. Let's get to work. Grissom is probably already waiting for us in the conference room." Catherine walked off, followed shortly by the others.
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The group sat patiently in the conference room as the time for their assignments to be handed out came and went.
"Where the heck is he?" Nick stood up, craning his neck to glance down the hall.
"Why didn't you go to the filming?" Warrick laughed at Nick.
"Yer kiddin' me, right? I told you, my sister called me a week ago, and gave me the heads up on the scenes Theresa wrote for me. What'd I ever do to that girl?" He shook his head.
Sara got up to refresh her mug of coffee, and saw Grissom coming down the hall. He wore a dark blue baseball cap with "Crime Scene Master" emblazoned on it, and held what looked like a t-shirt draped over his arm.
"Hi." He grinned at Sara as he approached.
"Where were you?" She fought back the laughter, and shock at what she knew now would be his answer.
"At the screening, of course." He stated matter-of-factly.
"Uh-uh. We were at the screening, and we didn't see you anywhere."
"I was in the front row." He smiled, and walked right past her. The others stifled their giggles upon seeing their boss in his movie attire.
"Uh, Gil?" Catherine smirked, and pointed at his hat.
"What? It was very amusing and entertaining. You didn't honestly expect this to be a serious, science-driven drama, did you?" Grissom chuckled, and handed a file to Catherine.
"No, but since when can you stomach slap-stick humor?" Catherine took the case file, and thumbed through it.
"It was a very good lesson on human perception. One person can see a pineapple, and another sees a hand grenade." He grinned at Sara, and went back to handing out assignments.
"Sara, you're with me." He stood up, letting the others file past him out of the office.
"What've we got?" She waited for him to hand her a file. He was still grinning. "Could you, um, please take that off?" She motioned towards his hat.
"Sure." He pulled the offending article off, displaying a bad case of hat- head, much to Sara's amusement.
"On second thought, put it back on."
"That bad?" He frowned, and tried to see his reflection in the glassed wall.
"Yeah, but it's actually kind of cute." Sara spoke faster than she thought, and she cringed.
"Really? Cute?" Grissom turned back around to face her. He had a mischievous grin on his face, which she had only seen on a few rare occasions.
"SO, where are we going?" Sara shifted in her seat uneasily.
"We got a 419 at a movie theatre." He grinned.
"It's not a fact checker is it?" Sara asked, more hopefully than she had intended.
"Let's go." Grissom grinned, and walked out. Sara looked down at the cap on the desk, and picked it up before leaving the room. She watched Grissom heading down the hall, and read the back side of his shirt. 'Master of DNA Swapping.' She nearly choked. This promised to be an enlightening shift!
THE END my friend