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Title: 69
Author's Note: This is 'sort of' in honor of a former co-worker, who liked to round anything around 70 to 69.
Summary: Gil's favorite number?
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler(s): None
"Hey. Would you mind helping me out?" Catherine asked from the door of his office.
"I have paperwork up to my chin, Cath. Can't you get Greg to help?" Grissom mumbled, without looking up.
"You sent Greg with Warrick and Nick, or has the absent-minded professor already forgotten?" She reminded. In anticipation of his next statement, she added. "Sara is out sick and Hodges and Archie are on vacation so that; basically, leaves you."
"Oh. Well, in that case, how may I be of service, My Dear?" He asked.
"I'm still working on this robbery case. I have two shoe prints, a couple of smudged fingerprints, a blurry camera image and this crumpled sheet of paper. The paper has a bunch of pinpricks in it. Anyway, once I looked at them under the microscope, I noticed they're linear, so I thought I would count them, maybe it's some kind of code or something." She informed, as they walked down the hall toward the lab where she was working.
"That desperate, huh?" He rejoined.
"Yeah, you could say that." She said with a smirk and handed him a notepad. "I'll count, you write down the numbers, okay?"
"Okay." He responded and sat on a lab stool, notepad and pen in hand.
She began counting out the number of pinpricks, line by line, while he dutifully recorded them. "68, 70, 69, 67, 71, 69, 66, 72, 69, 65, 73, 69, 64, 74, 69"...and so on. He allowed her to continue until she was finished, having already discerned a pattern.
"Well?" She inquired, noting his furrowed brow.
"It would appear your suspect and I have something in common." He innocuously stated.
"What?" She asked, very curious.
"His favorite number appears to be 69." He replied.
She peered at the pad, noted all the 69's, and asked. "Since when has 69 been your favorite number?"
"Umm, let's see, since last week. However, I am fairly certain, that initiative belongs to you." He said, a little smile playing around his lips. "It's officially end of shift." He looked pointedly at his watch and enticingly asked. "Shall we play the numbers, My Dear?"
Title: 69
Author's Note: This is 'sort of' in honor of a former co-worker, who liked to round anything around 70 to 69.
Summary: Gil's favorite number?
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler(s): None
"Hey. Would you mind helping me out?" Catherine asked from the door of his office.
"I have paperwork up to my chin, Cath. Can't you get Greg to help?" Grissom mumbled, without looking up.
"You sent Greg with Warrick and Nick, or has the absent-minded professor already forgotten?" She reminded. In anticipation of his next statement, she added. "Sara is out sick and Hodges and Archie are on vacation so that; basically, leaves you."
"Oh. Well, in that case, how may I be of service, My Dear?" He asked.
"I'm still working on this robbery case. I have two shoe prints, a couple of smudged fingerprints, a blurry camera image and this crumpled sheet of paper. The paper has a bunch of pinpricks in it. Anyway, once I looked at them under the microscope, I noticed they're linear, so I thought I would count them, maybe it's some kind of code or something." She informed, as they walked down the hall toward the lab where she was working.
"That desperate, huh?" He rejoined.
"Yeah, you could say that." She said with a smirk and handed him a notepad. "I'll count, you write down the numbers, okay?"
"Okay." He responded and sat on a lab stool, notepad and pen in hand.
She began counting out the number of pinpricks, line by line, while he dutifully recorded them. "68, 70, 69, 67, 71, 69, 66, 72, 69, 65, 73, 69, 64, 74, 69"...and so on. He allowed her to continue until she was finished, having already discerned a pattern.
"Well?" She inquired, noting his furrowed brow.
"It would appear your suspect and I have something in common." He innocuously stated.
"What?" She asked, very curious.
"His favorite number appears to be 69." He replied.
She peered at the pad, noted all the 69's, and asked. "Since when has 69 been your favorite number?"
"Umm, let's see, since last week. However, I am fairly certain, that initiative belongs to you." He said, a little smile playing around his lips. "It's officially end of shift." He looked pointedly at his watch and enticingly asked. "Shall we play the numbers, My Dear?"