Title: Mission Impossible

Authors Note: I was watching Precious Metals and this idea just popped into my head. Hopefully it doesn't seem too cheesy or whatever. But seriously. You need a little happy dance in awhile.

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. I also do not own Snoopy, nor his happy dance, Mission Impossible, MIB, and Tom Cruise.

Summary: After letting Grissom know that money didn't matter to him, Greg has the urge to do a happy dance. But what if Grissom sees? Or it gets back to him? Time for the Mission Impossible.

Rated: G cause its all good fun. It's a happy story, children. Smacking someone across the head sin't bad, right?

Spoilers: Precious Metals from uh... Season 3? or 2? One of those.

"Good to know." Grissoms words rang in his head, giving him a little hope as well as a little smile. The money didn't matter to him, although it was a nice incentive, but he was sure he could live without it. Smacking his pen against his hand, pondering over the conversation that had just occurred, Greg found himself restraining against the urge to do a Snoopy happy dance. At least, for now.

Seconds, minutes, dragged on by and soon the urge was going to take over. He hadn't been one to not let himself go, but since those words and that look came from Grissom, his perspective started to change. Grissom was finally starting to see another side of Greg, the side that was mature, or as mature as he got. He didn't want news to get back to Grissom that minutes after having an adult conversation with the lab tech, said person did a happy dance.

Pushing his chair away from the work station, Greg stood and headed out into the corridor. Checking each way, making sure Grissom had retreated to his office, or somewhere far away from the DNA Lab, Greg began his journey. First was the task of getting past Archie, a good friend of his, who always knew when something was up.

Feeling like he was Tom Cruise, minus women hanging off of him, in Mission Impossible, he leaned against the wall. Carefully, he peered around the panel and into the A/V Lab. It was empty, a frozen picture of a busy casino, the Rampart it looked like, on the large screen. Quickly, Greg ran by the glass walls, the first time in his life at the Las Vegas Crime Lab wishing there were normal walls. That phase went by quickly, shaking the absurd thought out of his head.

Next was Jacqui, another good friend of his, as well as a betting buddy. Nick had Warrick, and he had Jacqui. All made sense in the world again. Once more he glanced around the corner, this time not so lucky, and saw the woman sitting hunched over a computer. Greg figured that all lab technicians looked alike while at work. Just change a few physical attributes, as well as whatever object they were pouring over, and you've got the exact same stance.

Twisting slightly, he looked behind him to see Archie standing in the doorway of the A/V Lab looking at Greg in confusion. Cursing the layout of the building as it had nowhere to hide, Greg took off at a run down the hallway, ignoring looks given by others, as well as the danger of being seen by Jacqui. If he'd been spotted once, it didn't matter how many times again as the alert was already up.

A loud thump was heard as Greg ran full speed into the bathroom door, pushing it open with his body and wasting no time getting into a stall. Locking the door behind him, Greg quickly bent over to look under the stall walls. No other feet were visible, so that meant he was alone, which he was grateful for. Sometimes he could get a little loud while doing a happy dance.

He then began, arms waving madly, other body parts joining in on the fun. This was the most fun he'd had in a long time during work hours. Although, he probably thought that whenever something else fun happened to him, and he just repeatedly forgot the experiences. Whatever the reason, his twirling and hitting the toilet paper dispenser many times over, made him giggle out loud.

The sound that emitted from his lips made him stop dead, goofy grin frozen on his face. Had he just giggled? Slowly he brought his raised arms downwards to his side, smile fading away, and eyes boring into the stall door. Greg Sanders had just giggled. Like a girl. He was horrified, and like a zombie he opened the door and looked into the mirror. The stunned face that met him, cheeks red from the activity he had just done, chest rising and falling heavily, made him laugh. First a chuckle, and then a loud, hearty laugh.

By the time he was finished, Greg was leaning against the counter for support and a guy from some department had walked in, then left. He found it slightly ironic how he believed the story of him doing a happy dance would convince Grissom how immature he truly was, but the story of him running around the lab, trying to not reveal the happy dance, would do him in. If that didn't, the laughing at your reflection in a crazy, psycho way was sure to get his attention.

Shaking his head, wiping tears that had leaked out, Greg pulled the door open and headed out into the hallway. People still wandered around, oblivious to the nutcase that was standing there, waiting for someone to runaway screaming. Another chuckle escaped his lips as he wandered back towards the DNA Lab. While passing both Jacqui's and Archie's stations, he found them empty, and shrugged, figuring they just ignored his antics as always.

However, waiting for him back in the lab was none other than the A/V and fingerprint technician. Eager eyes met his and he found himself grinning while sitting down in the familiar swivel chair. Jacqui rolled her eyes, knowing Greg was drawing the moment out, waiting until the two couldn't take it anymore. Archie, however, was used to this treatment and was starting to get annoyed by it happening every single time, so to fix it, he smacked Greg across the head.

"Spill it. Why'd you go all MIB on us?" Greg glared the Asian as he rubbed the side of his head.

"I didn't go MIB on you, it's called Mission Impossible. Get your movies straight, Arch." All he got was a shrug in response, so he sighed and began to tell his tale, starting from the fact that he'd actually gotten to go undercover.