"Shhhhh..." The chair creaked quietly as Mia looped a small bucket of very sticky glue over the locker room doorway. The team had just put a hook there several minutes ago, and complete with ANOTHER bucket of chicken feathers, their prank would pull off very nicely. Sara put some keys in front of the door, and quickly ducked into the showers. She held a a pair of scissors. A length of white thread connected the buckets, to the nozzle of the shower stall.
Mia hopped off the chair and took it to a rarely used section of the lockers. Taking out Catherine's walkie-talkie, she watched the door, and waited...
Greg dug through his bag, but he couldn't find the keys to his locker. 'Where did I put them?'
"Hey Greggo." Archie walked into the break room, grabbing a soda.
"Hi. Have you seen my locker keys around?"
"Nope, can't say I have. Go to the locker room. Maybe someone found them and put them in there."
"Thanks Archie!" Greg walked out of the breakroom, and into the locker room.
"Sara, it's Greg!" Mia whispered into the radio as she saw the spiky-haired CSI open the door. Sara cut the thread as Greg bent down to get his keys, which were on the floor. The thread held a hammer, which fell into the bucket of glue, and tipped it over enough for all the glue in its glorious stickiness to pour onto a certain Greg Sanders.
"DAMN!" Greg yelled as the glue finished pouring on him. Sara swallowed hard and cut another thread, which held another hammer, which made the bucket of chicken feathers tip over. The feathers slowly floated down onto the sticky Greg, like snow coating something.
"Sara, you are a DEAD person!" The pissed CSI yelled as he stormed into the lockers, and found a laughing Mia.
"Okay, you're dead too, Mia." Greg said, but that had no effect.
"I didn't... cut the threads, Greg. I just put the buckets up." Mia said, still laughing at Greg in his holy chicken-ness.
"Then who came up with this idea?" Greg asked silkily.
"H... Hodges..." Mia said, although David Hodges had no idea about the war happening.
"Okay. Sara, you may have Hodges wrapped around your finger, but you are GOING DOWN!" Greg yelled out his challenge as he ran out and headed to the Trace lab. Sara came out of the shower stall, gasping for air as she fell to the floor laughing.
(Short AN: Hey I KNOW I'm evil, but I gotta think of how Hodges will act to Greg's accusations!)