A/N: I was playing hangman for a word and got 'hattisherif'. Searching multiple dictionaries, I finally found the definition. Should I give it to you? Hmm… Well, yeah. This drabble will probably be funnier if I do. A hattisherif is an irrevocable Turkish decree countersigned by the sultan. Go. Figure.

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Hattisherif:

Greg found Catherine in the break room. She was drinking coffee and reading through a thick stack of forms. "Catherine, my lovely."

Catherine looked up and raised an eyebrow. "What do you want?"

Greg put a hand to his chest, looking aghast. "Why would I want anything? And it's what you want that matters. You want me to help you with the Zimmerman case."

"Uh huh." Catherine let her head drop again. "Greg, I don't have time for this."

"Exactly! You'll have more time if you let me help."

"No thanks."

"But I have a hattisherif." Greg gave her a wrinkled note.

Catherine stared at the typed letters. It read:

Catherine, Greg needs experience and I think it's best he get it under your wise supervision. He's been told to work with you on the Zimmerman case. Please be cooperative.

At the bottom was a lame forgery of Grissom's signature. "You're not a sultan," she said bluntly. Picking up her papers, she left the break room.

"Ow."