Gingerly, Warrick stepped out the room rubbing at his wrists. Now all attention turned towards him and Catherine.
"What's going on around here?" Hodges asked, venturing out the lab.
"I don't know?" Cath replied, not completely lying.
"I think she's finally lost it, you should have her committed now."
"Sara?" Warrick asked, making sure he wasn't going to put his foot in it if they were talking about something completely different.
"Well yes, it's not everyday she commando crawls down the corridor."
"She…..oh, you see it's all normal…" started Cath.
"Normal? I think you've been spending to much time around superglue fumes."
Both Cath and Warrick broke into nervous laughter.
"Which way did she go?" Warrick asked, trying to make a quick getaway.
"That way," pointed Hodges. "Want me to phone a institution for you?" He added, as Cath and Warrick jogged off down the corridor.
Sara had now become bored with crawling. It wasn't as much fun when there were people around to avoid. She now found herself stood alone in the corridor. One room through was calling her name.
"Ecklie." Sara read off the nameplate on the door. After jiggling the handle for a bit, she concluded it was locked.
"Ah ha," she shouted, waving a finger in the air and almost skipping into the room opposite. Grabbing her kit she skipped sideways across the corridor back over to the room.
"This is more like it," smiled Sara, opening her kit and sitting down cross-legged on the corridor floor. She ran her hand along the contents of the kit, deciding which tool she wanted use. After a few seconds she chose the flashlight. "Why don't we ever switch the lights on?" She wondered out loud, turning the flashlight on.
"But this is so much cooler," she grinned, shining the light into the lock.
Next she pulled a jar of luminous green power out her kit. "Oh pretty," she grinned, opening the lid and sticking her finger in. She discovered that it went everywhere, including all down her. After rubbing at herself for a while she realised it wasn't going to come off, so decided to use it to draw a picture on the door.
"Brush," smiled Sara, picking a printing brush out her kit, ramming it into the pot and scrubbing it up and down the door leaving a green mist over the door and floor where she was spilling it.
Sara then decided she didn't like the green fog clouding her vision, so decided to look for something else. Rummaging through the kit, she came across what looked like alien technology. There was a small box with a long tube attached to it, like the kind you get with alien eyes on the end. Staring down the tube to check for eyes, Sara began flicking at switches on the machine until it turned on sending a blinding blue light into her face. Dropping the tube and stumbling around making various screaming noises, she stumbled backwards into the room behind her, hitting a chair and tumbling over it so her legs ended up almost on her shoulders. After rolling onto her side Sara hit something she could use – a large metal pipe. She would be able to beat the door down with this.
"Hodges, why are you staring?" Grissom asked dryly as he made his way to his office.
"Nothing" Hodges replied. scurrying back to his work.
As Grissom approached his office he noticed the door was slightly ajar. He considered turning around in case Ecklie was laying in wait for him, but he needed some files that were in there. When he opened the door he stood staring in complete shock. The scene in front of him was one of devastation. It looked as if there had been a hurricane in his office.
"Harold," called Grissom, suddenly diving to the floor and scooping the fetal pig up.
"Who did this to you?" He asked, before suddenly realising what he was doing and checking no one was watching him talk to a embalmed pig.
He stood for a minute thinking, while trying to find something to temporally house Harold. It had to have been someone in the lab who did this, maybe a practical joke. Greg? No, he wouldn't do this. Grissom considered finger printing the place, but most people's prints were going to be in his office anyway.
After finding a suitable jar and placing Harold in it, he heard a knock at his door. It slowly opened to reveal Catherine and Warrick.
"Hey, we were wondering if you'd seen Sara."
"Yes, Catherine, you were with her," replied Grissom, too concerned about his office to answer properly.
"Ok, thanks," said Cath, trying to get away.
"Wait."
Damn, she was caught. Warrick fidgeted awkwardly knowing what was coming.
"You haven't said anything about my office," said Grissom raising a eyebrow and looking the pair up and down. They certainly looked guilty, but this was too childish for them.
"Just thought it was one of your experiments gone wrong," smiled Cath awkwardly.
"Oh," replied Grissom as the two made a quick getaway. He was now left wondering who would have done such a thing. Maybe it was someone he'd upset. That didn't narrow the list much.
It was a good job most people avoided Ecklie's office like the plague, as if they went near it now they would hear the distinct sound of metal connecting with wood. Sara swung the pipe at the door once more, this time with such force that the lock sprung backwards flinging the door open.
"YES!" Shouted Sara, clapping herself like a demented seal. She reached down into the kit, pulled out a pair of gloves and stretched them before putting them on.
Stepping into the room Sara was disappointed. There was nothing that interesting behind the locked door. She flicked through a couple of files left on a desk and wondered round, becoming bored with the office. One thing she couldn't help but notice, even in her current state, was how tidy the office was.
A grin appeared on her face.
Within seconds she had dragged the desk across the room. A few minutes later, and the bookcase was on the opposite wall. Nothing disturbed, just moved. Five minutes later and Sara's work was complete. Most people wouldn't notice the difference, but whoever the office belonged to would.
Sara was now bored of this, especially since her arms were hurting from dragging the furniture around. Suddenly she spotted something outside. A lab tech had brought some files down and discarded a sliver trolley just outside the office. Since her legs were hurting now, she thought it would be a good idea to go for a ride.
TBC ……………..