A/N: Hey people. Here are two Greg-drabbles I wrote. Nothing special, mainly just for amusement sake. They're both written for a three word challenge on the 'Eric Fans United' forum. :'3

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters of CSI... sadly... ::cries::

Three word challenge- hoolahoop, toaster, rubber chicken.

Greg rubbed his eyes and groaned. He sat up and immediately regretted it, and he lay down again. His head was pounding and the light that was seeping through the unclosed blinds was hurting his eyes. What did he do?

He wracked his fried brain, rubbing his temples with both hands. Last night had been his first night off since a long time. He'd gone out with some friends he hadn't seen for a while. He groaned again when he couldn't think of anything else.
"I need a cup of coffee..." he grumbled.

He carefully sat up, minding his pounding head, swung his legs out of the bed, stood, and almost broke is neck over something on the floor. Just in time he could grab the edge of his closet for support.

He looked down to see what it was he'd gotten his legs tangled up in, and frowned when he saw it was a hoolahoop lying on the floor.
"What the...?" As far as he knew, he didn't own a hoolahoop...
Shrugging, and choosing to let it go for the moment, he carefully made his way to the kitchen. There he started the coffee-maker, and then went in search of some aspirin.

After swallowing one dry, he turned back to the coffee-maker he poured himself a cup, and cradled it in his hands, taking a small sip. He smiled as he felt the warmth spread through his body and he was about to leave the kitchen to nestle himself on the couch, when he spotted something lying on his toaster.

He put his cup down and walked over to the toaster. He picked up the object, holding it between his thumb and forefinger.
"A rubber chicken?!" Greg was baffled. But suddenly his eyes widened as images of the previous night seeped into his slowly awakening brain.

"Oh my god..."

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Three words challenge- pillow, camera, dummy.

Greg groaned and pushed his face further into the small pillow. It wasn't working. With a sigh, he sat back up, rubbing his face.

He'd finished his work a while ago, and now he was bored to tears. He'd decided to try and take a nap on the couch in the break room, but the sounds of the lab where keeping him awake. What to do now...

He stood, stretching his limbs, winching as he hears something knack. Then he wandered out of the room in search of something interesting.

Grissom and Nick were nowhere to be seen. He found Sara trying to stare down a computer, and decided not to bother her.

He wondered further, but halted when he heard the voices of Catherine and Warrick coming from one of the rooms. He crept up to it and glanced around the doorpost. He spotted Catherine and Warrick in the middle of the room, wrestling with a dummy.

Greg grinned and watched on, amused, as Catherine grabbed a camera and took a picture of Warrick as he bent forward, leaning over the dummy. He continued to watch Catherine and Warrick work, but quickly hid around a corner when Warrick walked out of the room.

He got curious when Warrick carelessly threw something away that looked suspiciously like a photograph. Looking around to make sure no-one saw him, Greg hurried towards the dustbin, retrieving the picture Warrick threw away.

Seconds later, as he glanced at the picture, a massive grin lit up his face, and he hurried back to his lab, muttering.

"Oooh...wait till Nick sees this..."