Title: S.T.D.'s
Authors Note: No idea where this idea came from; It just kind of appeared. All is meant in good fun, remember that. And, as far as I know, Greg has not appeared in any magazines or forensic journals or anything like that.
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. The magazine, while may be the actual name of a magazine, came entirely from imagination. If there is such a magazine out there, I do not own it either.
Summary: Greg recieves a magazine, but when the name is revealed, the others are very confused.
Rating: PG, because of the use of S.T.D.'s. Only PG because of the fact that it's an innuendo, and not the actual term many think of.
Spoilers: None.
"Yes! Finally!" Cries of joy continued to echo down the hall and towards the break room where the CSI graveyard shift were currently stationed. Glancing out of the room, they saw Greg bouncing gleefully towards them. Upon entering, he stuffed a rolled up magazine under his arm and headed straight for the coffee pot.
"Why so happy, Greg?" questioned Grissom, the others nodding in agreement. Grabbing a mug, Greg started to pour himself some coffee and answer the questions without turning.
"I got S.T.D's," was his obviously excited reply. Silence hung thickly in the air as the group exchanged glances. Placing the coffee pot down, Greg spun around to face the group and saw their expressions.
Furrowing an eyebrow in confusion, he said, "What?" Catherine cleared her throat slightly.
"You're happy you have S.T.D's?" she asked, timidly. Greg started to nod before he realized what they thought he was talking about. Screwing up his face into one of disgust he furiously shook his head.
"Oh, man! No!" Hastily, he placed his coffee cup on the counter, spilling some in the process, and unrolled the magazine. He held it out so they could all see the cover which had the acronym, S.T.D's, written boldly in red.
"Scientific Technology Discoveries!" Grissom nodded slightly, and held out his hand in a silent plea to look at the magazine. Greg handed it over and watched as Grissom flipped through it.
"I've heard of this magazine. I actually got it the other day..." He then opened it to a certain page and started to show it to the others, Greg's displeasure ignored. Shutting up, Greg crossed his arms and waited for the jokes to come.
"Greg... Why didn't you say anything?" Glancing down, he shrugged.
"You guys would have turned it into a joke of some sort." Looking up, he saw the group shaking their heads.
"No we wouldn't, Greg. This is pretty amazing." A small grin started to form itself.
"Really?"
"Of course. Now, I think we should go get some breakfast. Coming Greg?" Greg nodded and happily walked off with the group to the parking lot.
A few minutes later, Hodges entered the break room and saw the magazine on the table. Curiosity peaked as he looked at the page it was open to. Staring right back at him was a picture of Greg grinning and the headline, 'STD's Talks with Lab Technician Extraordinaire, Gregory Sanders'. A thump echoed throughout the room.