Author's Note: 1) I do not own CSI: or it's characters. But wouldn't that be awesome if I did?
2) I am probably going to only write humor CSI stuff, as it is easier, and funner
to do. Plus, it'll keep me on track and update more often as well.
3) Sorry this chapter isn't very long. I'll make it longer in the future.
It was a warm spring night, and Gred Sanders was feeling very happy and energetic. More than usual, anyway. It was a very slow night on the job, so Greg decided it was time for some fun. He glanced anxiously around for his first 'victim' and stopped when he saw the office door that read 'Supervisor Gil Grissom.' He grinned, thinking this would be a great place to exhert his energy.
"Grissom...Griss?" Greg whispered, slowly creeping over and shaking the slumped-over boss. "Grissom, wake up. You're drooling on your paperwork." Still, his boss just groaned and continued snoring. "GRISSOM!" Greg screamed, watching him snort and look up.
"Huh? What time is it?" He said half dazed.
"It's almost 5 a.m. And uhh...Grissom..."
"What is it Greg?" He said wearily, forcing the words through a deep yawn.
"You have some post-its stuck on your head." He chuckled, not mentioning the red streaks Grissom recieved sleeping on his books, and papers on his desk. Also, he had a bunch of pen scribbles on his face from knocking over his pens.
"Oh." He reached for his head and pulled off the post-it, and resticking them on the books. "Greg?"
"Yes boss?"
"Quit looking at me."
"You got it." There was a long pause as Greg stood there.
"Greg, get out please."
With that, he walked out of Grissoms office. He didn't get to pull a prank on him, but from the face markings and the post-its, he already was a victim. He pushed the door open, and heared Sara scream and fall on the floor. Greg scooted out and saw all her papers and evidence bags splattered on the ground. She was rubbing her head and glaring up at Greg.
"You tell anyone about this, and we'll be investigating your crime scene." She stood up, angrily, shoving the disorganized papers back in the folder, then grabbing the evidence bags.
"Sara, you missed a page." He said childishly, pointing to a page that flew in Grissom's office.
"Whatever." She groaned, turning red as she felt Grissom watching her pick up the paper. As she hunched over to grab it, Greg saw an oppertunity to get Grissom and Sara. Walking right behind Sara, he pushed her fully into Grissoms office.
"SARA LIKES GRISSOM!" He screamed in the office, then sprinting down the hall. By the time Sara stood up and hid her blushing face from Grissom, Greg was gone.
Grissom stared at her, embarressed and wishing he was still asleep, and this was all a dream. Until he heard what Sara said next...
"Just wait Greg, I'm good at playing childish games, and greater at getting revenge." She muttered between clenched teeth, then walking out, leaving Grissom in a great deal of shock, and curiousity.
