Authors Notes: Some more little things. Some of these are a bit longer than before, and hopefully all arejust as funny. Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I do try and read it over, but sometimes things get passed over. Hope you enjoy, and please review.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. CBS, Mr. Jerry B, and Mr. Anthony Z. own all characters and the shows writers own the scripts. No money is being made of this. Only my ideas are mine and are not used with the idea of harming/offending anyone.

Rating: I'm going to say... PG.


It was this day that Greg had finally become the blonde he continuously coloured his head. So far he had dropped two empty test tubes, bumped into four people, ran into one of the glass walls, and hit himself in the head with his locker door.

Currently, he was cleaning up the coffee and pot he'd dropped on the lounge floor, Nick watching, amused.

"Say it," muttered Greg.

"Everyone has a maximum allowable number of stupid moments. I'd say you surpassed yours quite some time ago."


The group sat at a diner, eating their last breakfast together. Even Greg had been invited for the special occasion.

"I still can't believe Ecklie," muttered Sara, angrily.

"Karl Marx built the train tracks; Lenin built the locomotive; Staline drove the locomotive off the tracks," Greg said absentmindly, taking another bite of his panacakes.

"What?" questioned Nick.

Grissom jumped in before Greg got the chance to. "I put the team together; you guys built it stronger and more compatible; Ecklie destroyed it."

"Exactly."


"In essence, it's like your all a bunch of walking, talking, living, breathing, stinking, diseased ridden batteries!"screamed the murderer as he was dragged away from Warrick and Greg to the holding cell.

"Matrix freak…"Warrick glanced at Greg, confused.

"What?"

"That's from a Matrix style soda commercial."

"Maybe you're the Matrix freak."

"Am not. Shut up."

"Greg," began Catherine as she strode into the DNA lab. "You got my results?"

"I'm like a superhero without powers or motivation."

"That sounds like a 'no'." Greg rolled his eyes and handed over a sheet of paper.

"Ye of little faith."

"Ye of little power."


Grissom paused in the dooryway of the lounge upon seeing the group sitting in front of a standing Greg. Clearing his throat, he entered.

"Hey Gris!" called Greg. "You're just in time for my skit!" Grissom raised an eyebrow.

"You can dash," Greg dashed. "saunter," He sauntered. "stride," He strode. "or swagger." And he swaggered.

"You can sweep," He pretended to sweep the floor. "hop," He hopped. "and slip." Slip he did.

"Or, if you prefer, try skipping," The group watched him skip around the couch. "mincing," Daintly, he minced. "or run." And he ran out of the room.

There was silence as the group tried to process what had just happened.


"What is that?" Sara looked warily into the lounge fridge. A bowl of unidentified materials sat there, jiggling.

"Experiment?" She glanced at nick, and upon seeing his calm expression, knew something was up. He hated experiments in the fridge.

"Okay, what's going on?" He merely shrugged as Greg came rushing in.

"Sara…" She raised an eyebrow. "Beware the pudding." And then he was gone. Silence followed, as did Grissom.

"Step away from the fridge, Sara." Slowly, she stood moved towards Nick.

"What's going on?"

"Greg decided to make a chemical pudding." Nick and Sara stared. "It turned toxic."

"He's the science guy. Wouldn't he have known what combination would be toxic?"

"Of course. But Hodges didn't, and put it in the fridge, which caused the chemicals to eact with each other. HAZMAT should be here shortly."


"Hem, hem." Catherine didn't even blink at the annoying noise coming from the door.

"Hem, hem." This time she rolled her eyes before continuing to look over the evidence.

"Hem, hem."

"Just because you've become obsessed with Harry Potter doesn't mean…" She glancedup to find Greg frantically jumping up and down, hands around his neck, choking. 'Hem, hem' was all he'd been able to get out.


"Do you have no morals? Or rules?" Greg glared at Hodges. He couldn't believe that the man would have the nerve to interrupt a CSI meting just to insult Greg.

"In fact, I do." Hodges snorted in disbelief. "Never trust anyone who has nicer clothing than you."

"Which would be everybody." Greg ignored the comment.

"Keep your lies consistent; Don't sleep with your boss' relatives." Hodges made a face. "Always sleep with your boss." Hodges face became more sickened, and Greg could hear the CSI's snickers from behind him. "Every once in a while, declare peace. It confuses the hell out of your enemies."

"Tell me about it."

"Never offer a confession when a bribe will do; If no one can prove it, it never happened."

"Unless your on the job."

"Honour is always negotiable."

"Those are your 'rules'?" asked Hodges.

"I'm sorry, I was reminding you of yours. Now go do some work."


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