A/N: Hey y'all! Well, here's another chapter. I'm going to try to make this
the last long authors note in my story because I have gotten some
complaints. But I need to answer some questions. First I have a question:
why are are the funny CSI stories G/S? Grrrr, that makes me mad. Ok, I'm
better now. Lol. Ok, answers to questions, right. Someone made me relies I
might have made a little mistake in the spelling of Grissom's name.
Whistles innocently. I'm NOT going back and changing the whole story
though, sorry, I'm too lazy. Also, in case you haven't noticed, this is
totally A/U (what does that mean? I'm still not sure. Lol.) And the
characters are way OOC. This is for my and hopefully your, amusement. Also,
I am a N/S fan. I don't care if right now CBS is kinda pushing S/G, I don't
like it. And it's my story so I can do whatever I want with theses
characters. Mwahaha. And I am updating this story on the Tamora Pierce and
CSI fan boards. I don't bother with the L&O and CSI: Miami. Well, that's
it. Please enjoy and please review.
Emily
Disclaimer: still not mine.
It was very late when the groups got back to their rooms. Everyone was to tired to notice Sara, Yelina, Nick, and Horatio carried huge grins and Grissom's face was red and puffy from being smacked. They woke up late the next morning. The guys were actually awakened before dark, by a very loud voice singing. It turned out Greg now Sleep sang. And he was off key. This got Greg kicked out of the room. So he decided to try to charm his way into the ladies room. He wasn't anymore welcome there. "No one wants me," he thought rubbing his head, where someone had thrown a high-heeled shoe at him. He wondered around a bit until he found a hall of many rooms. Slash. Greg whirled around when he heard what sounded like some big sharp object cutting through the air. It was coming from the room next to him. Then, there was a small yelp from the room. Greg decided to break in and save the day. "Hrm, If I save the day by breaking in, everyone will love me!" he liked this idea. So he backed up and attempted a fancy kicking the door down trick. Needless to say, all this accomplished was a hurt foot. So he tried the doorknob. This worked. Pleased with himself, he crept into the room.
"WHAT THE HELL?" a female voice screamed as a dog jumped on Greg. He looked to see a young girl, about 12 (A/N: I think that's right, if Daine's 18?) she was tall and very muscular, with her hair cut in a bob. She held a long stick, with very sharp objects at the end. An older girl peeked out from behind a curtain.
"I'm here to save you! From whatever I heard out there."
"Kel, what is going on? I know you like to get up early but must you wake us all up. And who's this and what's he doing here?" another boy ran up behind Greg. He was about 17 with tussled light brown hair and emerald eyes.
"I don't know, that's what I was wondering." She pointed the long sharp object at Greg, who held his hands up.
"Whoa, I was just trying to help. I heard a whimper and what sounded like slashing from outside." He took a step back. "What are you doing? Little girls have no business with long sharp objects." He tried to interrogate the girl. She looked at the boy.
"Neal, erm, should he like, get a healer or something?" the boy slowly walked over to her.
"I dunno. Who are you?"
"I'm Greg. I got kicked out by my friends from my room, and then the girls through a shoe at me." He touched the forming bump on his head before adding, "Olivia sure can aim well." Kel and Neal just looked at him speechless. Suddenly, a look of reliesation came over Neal's face.
"These are the people from the past master Numair was talking about!"
"So they ARE crazy."
"Yeah, but I don't think they are dangerous."
"Kel, Neal, what's going on here?" A big red head came walking into the room. He eyed the two suspiciously. "Is there something your not telling me?" Kel and Neal told him the story. "Oh, well, I'm going to sleep then. Night." As he walked out, they could hear him yell out "a crazy man wondered into Kel's room. Every things ok." Then they heard a bunch of closing doors.
"Well, lets go return this guy." Neal followed as Kel led Greg to his rooms. Nick answered the door to find to kids with Greg. The young girl pushed Greg towards the door.
"This belongs to you." Nick shook his head.
"That's the second time someone's returned a CSI to us." Neal and Kel just shrugged and turned around. As the door shut, Neal whispered to Kel.
"Master Numair was right, they are crazy."
A/N: short chapter, I know. The next one will be longer, I think. Lol. I hope you liked. Kel, Neal, and the red head are from The Protector Of The Small series by Tamora Pierce. And Kel had what's called a Glaive. Well, please review!
Emily
Emily
Disclaimer: still not mine.
It was very late when the groups got back to their rooms. Everyone was to tired to notice Sara, Yelina, Nick, and Horatio carried huge grins and Grissom's face was red and puffy from being smacked. They woke up late the next morning. The guys were actually awakened before dark, by a very loud voice singing. It turned out Greg now Sleep sang. And he was off key. This got Greg kicked out of the room. So he decided to try to charm his way into the ladies room. He wasn't anymore welcome there. "No one wants me," he thought rubbing his head, where someone had thrown a high-heeled shoe at him. He wondered around a bit until he found a hall of many rooms. Slash. Greg whirled around when he heard what sounded like some big sharp object cutting through the air. It was coming from the room next to him. Then, there was a small yelp from the room. Greg decided to break in and save the day. "Hrm, If I save the day by breaking in, everyone will love me!" he liked this idea. So he backed up and attempted a fancy kicking the door down trick. Needless to say, all this accomplished was a hurt foot. So he tried the doorknob. This worked. Pleased with himself, he crept into the room.
"WHAT THE HELL?" a female voice screamed as a dog jumped on Greg. He looked to see a young girl, about 12 (A/N: I think that's right, if Daine's 18?) she was tall and very muscular, with her hair cut in a bob. She held a long stick, with very sharp objects at the end. An older girl peeked out from behind a curtain.
"I'm here to save you! From whatever I heard out there."
"Kel, what is going on? I know you like to get up early but must you wake us all up. And who's this and what's he doing here?" another boy ran up behind Greg. He was about 17 with tussled light brown hair and emerald eyes.
"I don't know, that's what I was wondering." She pointed the long sharp object at Greg, who held his hands up.
"Whoa, I was just trying to help. I heard a whimper and what sounded like slashing from outside." He took a step back. "What are you doing? Little girls have no business with long sharp objects." He tried to interrogate the girl. She looked at the boy.
"Neal, erm, should he like, get a healer or something?" the boy slowly walked over to her.
"I dunno. Who are you?"
"I'm Greg. I got kicked out by my friends from my room, and then the girls through a shoe at me." He touched the forming bump on his head before adding, "Olivia sure can aim well." Kel and Neal just looked at him speechless. Suddenly, a look of reliesation came over Neal's face.
"These are the people from the past master Numair was talking about!"
"So they ARE crazy."
"Yeah, but I don't think they are dangerous."
"Kel, Neal, what's going on here?" A big red head came walking into the room. He eyed the two suspiciously. "Is there something your not telling me?" Kel and Neal told him the story. "Oh, well, I'm going to sleep then. Night." As he walked out, they could hear him yell out "a crazy man wondered into Kel's room. Every things ok." Then they heard a bunch of closing doors.
"Well, lets go return this guy." Neal followed as Kel led Greg to his rooms. Nick answered the door to find to kids with Greg. The young girl pushed Greg towards the door.
"This belongs to you." Nick shook his head.
"That's the second time someone's returned a CSI to us." Neal and Kel just shrugged and turned around. As the door shut, Neal whispered to Kel.
"Master Numair was right, they are crazy."
A/N: short chapter, I know. The next one will be longer, I think. Lol. I hope you liked. Kel, Neal, and the red head are from The Protector Of The Small series by Tamora Pierce. And Kel had what's called a Glaive. Well, please review!
Emily