Snapped
Chapter 2
Author's Note – So, Chapter 2. Maybe this will shed some light on what Grissom is doing. Maybe it won't. I decide! Mwahahaha! I have power! Hehe. So, yeah. Review!
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As Grissom rested there, ass waving, legs shaking, small yelps of terror escaping the sofa, the team wandered off. They had photographic proof. They needed Greg's new digital video camera. Soon they would have Grissom gone barmy on film. Ultimate blackmail.
Sara was in the locker room. She was no longer so pissed off. He was, she supposed, only human. That seemed weird. Grissom wasn't only human. He was the god of forensics. It just wasn't right! After careful though, she decided to wander off to Greg's lab. He had a digital camera. Why not take advantage of the moment. She might not get another chance to blackmail Grissom. If he was still on the same plain as everyone else.
Sara and the rest of the team arrived at Greg's camera together. Sara had the camera and was ready to walk back to the break room when the rest of the team came in. Silently they turned as one entity and headed back to Grissom.
"Noooooo." Grissom was screaming at this point. "Why do you always have to do this to me?"
Catherine shot a death stare at Nick who was sniggering whilst Greg filmed the…what should they call it? An incident? No. Too much like accident.
"Good lord you assholes! What the hell are you playing at!?1?" Grissom seemed truly angry at the sofa now. None of the team had seen him angry more than once. Except perhaps Catherine. But she was virtually the equivalent of his wife so she was allowed to.
"Come back you stupid little bastards!" Apparently the sofa was more than one being. Greg silently wondered if it had a name.
"This is the last time I feed you chocolate you twats!" He was feeding the sofa. 'Well that made it all much better didn't it!' Thought Sara.
"For the love of God, stop frickin' moving!" His ass started to shake again and he sank further and further down the back of the sofa. Warrick wondered how far he would get before the floor stopped him.
"Look, if you just do what I tell you, I promise never to use you in experiments again." EXPERIMENTS! Nick was verging on pissed off. First the fridge, now the sofa! This was out of hand. Catherine put her hand out to stop Nick pushing Grissom any further down the sofa.
"Thank you Beatrice. Alright Albert, you next." If he'd named and was talking to the sofa, Brass wondered what else Grissom had formed a 'relationship' with.
"YES!!!" Yelled Grissom, and started wiggling again. This time he wasn't wiggling down, he was wiggling up. His legs flapped about wildly as he tried to find his footing. An arm came loose and he fell sidewise into the wall. "Shit!" He screamed and stuck the arm back down the sofa. "Gotcha you S.O.B!" His arm flew out of the sofa again, followed by the second arm. He used his elbows and slowly unwedged his head from between the seat and the backrest. "I'm free! Hah! That'll teach you, you little sod." He turned around triumphantly, coming face to face with his team. "Oh."
"Grissom. What the… I mean… Why?" Catherine was no longer happy. She was shocked and stunned. As were the rest of the team.
"I was…. They were, erm." He stuttered. Obviously he was embarrassed to be caught in such a compromising position.
"What the hell were you doing?" Stuttered Brass, slowly.
"I was. I was." He held out his hands. Slowly and careful opening the palm. He looked quite ashamed of himself. Like a child with his hand in a cookie jar. "I had to rescue my cockroaches."
Author's Note – So, what do you think? Did it live up to your expectations? Let me know.