Disclaimer:I do not own CSI, or its characters. I am just borrowing them for the moment :)
A/N: The idea for this story came to me while grilling carrots on a George Foreman grill at 1:30 in the morning. I wrote this at 2am, without a keyboard (thank you Onscreen Keyboard) while in an extremely silly and giggly mood, and with my incredibly short attention span. Also, please bear with me as this is my first fic.
The Daily Grind
"Hey Baby, I've missed you" Greg Sanders says to me. To be honest, I've missed him too. The day shift just doesn't treat me as well. Ecklie treats me like a piece of trash, always shoving me, and cussing at me. And the other day shifters treat me as if I'm invisible; even after all I do for them! The night shift is clearly the better shift. The people are actually human and not evil robots, like I suspect Ecklie of being.
"Guess what I got for you? I know that it's your favorite! It went to three different stores until I found the right kind." He is too good to me, but I do enjoy the special treatment.
I listen to him ramble about his shopping trip. Already I'm in a better mood than I was. Earlier this evening that idiot Hodges nearly set me on fire. It was an accident, but still, he should know not to microwave popcorn with the plastic wrapper still on it, and he should know not to grab something that's smoking, as it probably is hot, and he really should know not to throw it onto the pile of napkins next to me! Luckily Grissom wandered in at that moment and put the fire out.
"Greg. Who the hell are you talking to?" Sara asked as she entered the break room.
"Uh…"
"The coffee maker again?"
Fini