It's hard to write how Grissom would react if he were ever molested... /
Mary-Sue McWhore was the perfect being, despite her horrendous past. Her mother was a no-good owner of a toy company, and her father... well, Mary-Sue McWhore didn't like talking about her father. Why should she? He was the president of insert country name here! He didn't have any time for her!
Giving a dramatic sigh, Mary-Sue stood in her bathroom, carefully spraying her hair to make it seem like it was floating. Her eyes were glued to the mirror, not one movement wasted. The quiet 'whoosh' of the spray finally quieted, indicating that there was no more spray. Smiling, Mary-Sue threw the can away. Humming, she applied a horrendous amount of make-up to her face. Eyeliner, make-up, and everything else girls wore. Finally satisfied with her face's appearance, she bent down, her mini-skirt giving the wall a nice look at her panties. Standing back up, she held in her hand two balls of fabric. Reaching into her shirt, she distributed the two balls into her bra, moving them around a little to give her breasts some size.
After adding some last minute touches, she nodded to herself and exited her house, hips swaying in what she thought was an alluring manner. Naturally, it wasn't.
Driving to the Las Vegas CSI Headquarters in her pretty pink car, she winked at all the guys she saw. The effect she had on them though was the opposite of what she had hoped - seeing as how she looked like a clown, and trying to be sexy... well, you get the idea.
Entering the building, Mary-Sue skipped down the hall, ignoring the fact she had to sign in and do all that good stuff. She entered Gil Grissom's office without knocking, which everyone knew was a big no-no.
"Gilly!" she shrieked, jumping over Grissom's desk to give him a hug. Seeing as how Grissom was partially deaf, he didn't even notice she was there until she shrieked his name and landed in his lap. The look on his face wasn't pleased, yet he just kind of... sat there, unsure of what to do.
As Mary-Sue rubbed against him like a horny cat, Grissom noticed Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown standing outside of his office, both smirking. Neither of the men liked Mary-Sue, and yet the sight of their ex-boss being hugged by her... well, it wasn't any every day occurrence.
"I'm... glad you like me, Mary-Sue, but I have work to do," Grissom said, trying to peel off Mary-Sue.
"Oh good, Gilly! I can help you! You know, I just read-"
"Eckley's looking for you," Nick said to Mary-Sue, deciding to rescue Grissom. Mary-Sue pouted, and Nick felt his eyes explode at the sight. And not in a good way, either.
"Oh, he won't mind if I help Gilly out for a little! Eckley loves me, you know!" she exclaimed, finally getting off of Grissom.
Well. At least she was off him. Now, how to kill her without being suspicious...