My first CSI fic. Enjoy. They might be a little…okay, VERY out of character, but oh well.
Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING! NOTHING! I don't even own this laptop!
"That thoooong thong-thong thongthongTHONG!" Greg Sanders sang as he looked at a sample of DNA through his microscope. He was the only person in DNA at the moment, so this sudden outburst didn't disturb anyone.
"Oooh that butt's so scandalous, and ya know another UH couldn't handle it…" He continued, wiggling his butt along with the words. Sara walked in a few moments later after the second outburst, looking for an extra microscope. She found one and settled in front of it, making sure it was far away from Greg. At that same moment, another outburst occurred.
"I'm too sexy for my lab coat, too sexy for my lab coat, my stupid dorky lab coat." Greg chanted, shrugging his lab coat off and letting it fall to the floor. Sara looked at him and raised an eyebrow. She noticed his shirt read "Warning: Low Mental Capacity" and silently agreed with it. She prepared a slide of the sample that she had as was examining it through the microscope.
"Oh Johnny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling!" Greg bellowed. Sara tried to ignore him. She looked through the scope, fascinated by the little squiggly things that swam around. One little squiggly line looked out of place, and she zoomed in on it. It was contaminated evidence.
Suddenly, something horrible hit her:
…It was Greg's underwear.
"EEEWW!" Sara yelled, jumping out of her chair and shaking the lab tech's undies away from her.
"AND THEY CALLED HIM THE STREAK! WOOOOOOOOOO!" Greg yelled. Sara shielded her eyes and ran hunched over out of the DNA lab. She ran into someone and looked up to see a dark figure towering over her. It made a really loud and annoying crackling noise that kept getting louder every minute.
Sara screamed. She turned around and just like the old horror movies, she goes to a place that she shouldn't have gone in the first place: the DNA lab. The door slammed behind her and she turned to see Greg's head spinning wildly.
"MEEEEEEEOOOOOOOWWW!" Greg yelled.
Sara's head jerked up so violently that her neck made a cracking sound. She sat up in her chair and yawned, shaking her head at the dream.
"I have your results from the—"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Sara leapt up and made a mad dash, running smack into the glass partition and then falling to the floor with a big bruise on her forehead.
Greg blinked and then shrugged.
"I'll eh…leave the results on your desk…"
"Ooowwww…"
MWAHAHAHAHHAHAA! I always wanted to write about someone running into a glass wall, so yeah. You're probably gonna see more of that in my stories.