"Sanders, my office, NOW!" Ecklie, being the complete asshole he was, made Greg follow him, leaving the CrimeLab Sith Apprentices (AN: Sorreh, too much Star Wars for me) staring at their version of Emperor Palpatine.

"Is Greg gonna get out of this alive?" Archie asked in a hushed voice.

"I hope he has his will ready." Nick replied somberly.

Greg sat down in one of Ecklie's leather chairs. They weren't exactly the most comfortable thing on the market. 'Just like Ecklie himself', Greg thought. The office was much neater than Grissom's, but with a prissy neatness to it.

"Sanders, why are you walking around this facility with CHICKEN FEATHERS in your hair!" Ecklie asked angrily. He had never thought this man to be competent enough for a CSI, but Sheriff Atwater made Ecklie give Sanders a chance. Screw Atwater. In fact, screw Grissom's entire graveyard shift! If only he could get some info on Grissom and Sidle. it would guarantee their firing from the lab.

"Well..." Greg thought. if he told Ecklie the truth, it would get Sara suspended too. If he lied, then only Greg would get suspended.

"Well what?" Ecklie asked irritably.

"It's an experiment." Greg said.

"Is this one of Grissom's whacked-up tests again?" Ecklie sneered. It took all of Greg's will power not to punch out Ecklie.

"No, it's my nephew Spencer's idea. See, he's doing a science project. How people will react to something different than normal." (AN: Based on my team's science project in April)

"Then where are the results?"

"Today's the first day of testing. See, I even have a notebook for collecting data." Greg held out a blank blue notebook. His crime scene log had ran out of pages, and he had just bought this one from Staples. It was blank.

"Where's the data, Sanders?" Ecklie questioned suspiciously.

"Well, sir, I was just about to log the things in when you asked to see me." Greg said innocently, keeping a straight face.

Ecklie scowled. Damn this CSI! He had no evidence that there was something else going on in that lab other than this 'experiment'.

"Fine. Two days unpaid leave."

"WHAT!" Greg exploded. "What the hell for!"

"Improper dress in the lab. Feathers can potentially contaminate evidence."

Greg scowled darkly. He stood up and left for Grissom's office. How would he tell this to Grissom?

Gil looked up from his paperwork and saw his CSI standing there, a sheepish look on his face. "Greg?"

Greg walked into the office. "Grissom, Ecklie just suspended me."

"Why!"

"Because of this." Greg plucked a stray feather off his head. Grissom's eyebrows raised.

"How is that breaking rules?"

"Because the feathers can contaminate evidence." Greg did his most highly flavored imitation of Ecklie being his asshole self. Grissom rolled his eyes.

"What did you tell him?"

"I said that the feathers are for my nephew's science project."

"..."

"I'll be going now. I have two days' leave." Greg walked despondently out of the office. Great. Two days' with nothing to do. Well, at least he could catch up on his sleep. As he grabbed his jacket from the locker, Warrick peered around the door.

"He's alive!" The rest of the team poured into the row of lockers, amazed to see Colonel Sanders (AN: Little joke I got from reviewer...) alive and well, if a bit depressed.

"Hold the pranks for a couple days, guys. I'm suspended."

"Why?" Archie asked indignantly.

"'Cause Ecklie couldn't find anything to accuse me or Grissom of goofing off, so he decided to suspend me because of potential evidence contamination.

"Or, in other words, Ecklie needs to go fall in a ditch." The guys turned around to see Sara and her team standing in the doorway.

"Truce, you guys." Mia and Zita each waved a piece of blank paper. Greg smiled slightly.

"Greg, Ecklie suspended you!" Sara's eyes flashed. Catherine looked ready to kill.

"Yeah. Don't do anything about it. Please." Greg pleaded.

"Like hell I'll leave this alone. Does Grissom know?" Sara asked angrily.

"Yes he does, and I don't want you risking your jobs over this." Greg looked at each team member, both teams, pleadingly. "Ecklie's not worth all this..."

"Okay, we won't do anything." Both teams sighed dejectedly.

"Now, I gotta leave before Ecklie comes and gives me even more punishment for disobeying a deliberate order. Bye." Greg shuffled out of the building, wishing that someone would murder Ecklie. Painfully. In fact, having him as a serial murder victim would be even better. Or Ecklie would be stalked. Greg drove home, imagining painful ways which Ecklie could
die.

AN: Greg's punished! But don't worry, this is leading up to something very important in the war. For those of you who understood the "Colonel Sanders" thing, cookies for you! And Spencer isn't real. I just thought of a name at random.