Hey everyone, I just want you to know that I was very high on caffeine when I wrote this. I sort of got this idea from MaggieGirl's story "Truth or Dare" but I might have taken it a step further. I let her read this before I posted it and she thought it was hilarious.

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. I only own this shirt! Oh...no, it's Rena's...Okay, these shoes! No, wait, they're Dwaco's...Well, one thing I DEFINITELY own is my undies!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!

One fine day at the Las Vegas Crime Lab, Sara was walking from the locker room when she heard something very peculiar coming from Grissom's office.

"Okay, Nick, hold this tight or it'll jiggle." She heard Grissom say.

"Are you sure I can hold you up?" Nick asked, uncertain. Sara stopped where she was and listened closely. There was a long pause, and then she heard Nick grunting and panting.

"I had wanted to do this for a long time." Grissom said triumphantly. There was a thumping sound, and then a gasp.

"Nick, you're going to drop me!"

"Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh!" Nick groaned. Sara was gaping in horror and was frozen on the spot.

"Hold on tighter!" Grissom yelled desperately. The thumping noise grew somewhat louder along with Nick's grunting.

"I don't think I can hold out much longer, Gris. Hurry up, get the job done already!" Nick moaned.

"Well it won't go in all the way and I need to get it right this time."

"Please, I'm about to die here!" Nick said in an exhausted whisper.

"Alright, I think I got it now." Grissom said. Nick let out a groan.

"Come on, come on, come on." He muttered.

"Okay, here we go. YES! Got it! Finally."

"Oooh, ooh—aahhhaahh…"

Sara, now white as a ghost, hurried away from the scene and to the first person she saw.

"Greg, you've-gotta-help-me." Sara whimpered. "You'vegottahelpmeGrissomandNickare—"

"Whoa, whoa slow down," Greg said, looking alarmed. "What's wrong Sara?"

"Oh-gosh-oh-gosh-oh-gosh Grissom and, and, and Nick…t-they…in his office and…uh…" Sara turned green and then stuck her head into a conveniently placed bucket. Greg stepped back, looking concerned. She resurfaced, looking less green.

"So Grissom and Nick are in his office? What's wrong with that?" Before he could say another word, He was being whisked out of the DNA lab towards Grissom's office. Immediately they heard very taboo noises coming form the closed door.

"Ohhhh…ohhhh man." A Texan voice uttered. "This feels sooo good."

"Well, when you overwork like this, this is the best way to treat it." Grissom said.

"Sick!" Greg yelled, jumping away from the door. There was silence from inside, and the door opened. Grissom stood there, looking strangely at the two standing there.

"May I help you?" He asked. Nick looked over at them from a chair by Grissom's desk. He was sweating and holding an ice pack to his arm.

"Um, what was going on in here?" Greg asked, while Sara stood by timidly.

"I was readjusting the nail for that picture frame up there." Grissom said. They all looked up to where he was pointing and saw a perfectly straight picture of a tarantula. "Nick was helping me hold up this ladder. It's pretty faulty; I might have to buy a new one." There was a pause in which Sara stared at him in disbelief, and then fainted from the shock of it all. Greg's jaw dropped and he and Grissom went to help the unconscious brunette.

"Let's bring her in here." Grissom said. "I have ice. She'll need it."

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