Title: Lets Hope Penguins Bouce!
Disclaimer: CSI…Blah blah blah…CBS…Blah blah blah…not mine…Blah blah blah. You should get the picture by now
A/N: I know sequels aren't as good as the originals, but I tried, and this is what my tiny little mind came up with, Enjoy :D
PPS. danke for my lovely reviews on the last one
PPPS. That is all
PPPPS. I am a toaster
Authors friends note: Didn't I tell ya she was insane?…Please review…if ya do might convince her to write more!
Something's Got Grissom's Goat Teil Zwei
So, where were we? Ah yes, Greg's apartment…
Sara had somehow managed to get herself over to the sofa, as she was still in a state of shock, after all, wouldn't you be if you found your boyfriend with a goat? She'd managed to lose a stiletto on the way, and having to drink all 15 cups of coffee Greg had given her since coming through the door and getting to the living room, meant she was walking with a limp and was on a jittery caffeine high.
"Now are you sure you're alright? You don't want some coffee?" Greg asked; another cup in his hand. How did he get it so fast? Did it come out of his ears or what?
"DO I LOOK LIKE I NEED MORE BLOODY COFFEE?" Sara yelled, complete with a twitch.
"Er… maybe not…" Greg looked slightly offended on behalf of his coffee. The coffee, however, didn't give a toss. "How about some wine?"
Sara gave him a look. It was one of those I-really-need-someone-to-talk-to-so-sit-down-shut-the-hell-up-and-LISTEN! Looks.
"Wow Sara, how'd you manage to fit all those words in with one look?"
"Meh, woman's gift" Sara shrugged and turned her mind to more important matters, such as solving the mystery of the oven, and whether it was actually switched on or not.
Greg came and sat beside Sara on the sofa. "Ok, start from the beginning, tell me everything"
Once Sara had started, she couldn't stop. She told him everything, from being stood up, to finding Grissom with Dorothy the goat, her last trip to the dentist, the fact there was no fresh avocado left when she went shopping, and Happy Ed the Used Car Salesman stalking her. But thank God he'd lost the camel!
"Oh, it sounds like you had a pretty crap day, come here" Greg motioned her towards him and drew her into a hug. "It'll get better, I promise."
Sara turned to look up at him, somehow he looked different, but she couldn't quite think of how. Was she finally seeing him in a different light? Or did she not have her glasses on? Did she even wear glasses?
However, with classic timing, the doorbell went, making them both snap out of their moment pretty sharpish.
"Uh..yeah..the doorbell. I'll get it shall I?"
"Well it's your apartment, see, you wrote it on the wall" Sara indicated to a scribble on the wall in red crayon saying 'Greg's Apartment'.
"Oh aye." And with that, Greg went to open the door, to reveal none other than…
(go on, have a guess… and I'll give you a clue, it wasn't Axl Rose asking if he wanted to join the new Guns N Roses line up.. although that would be pretty cool… leather, anyone?)
Anyway, where was I before I so rudely interrupted myself… yes.. it was none other than…
GRISSOM!
(Ta-da!)
"GRISSOM?"
"You look surprised to see me, Greg, is something amiss?"
"No no, nothing's amiss" Greg lied, choosing not to comment on fact that Grissom was in fact on the back of a horse drawn chariot, in full Roman battle dress. And a feather boa. Why not?
Sara appeared behind Greg at the door. (In a puff of purple smoke, I might add).
"Gil, why are you here?"
"Uh...I need to talk to you…"
"Woah woah woah," Greg butted in, "How in the hell do you know where I live?"
"Well, there were two kids heading this way… they left a trail of breadcrumbs so I followed it. They went into the gingerbread house next door..."
Greg was puzzled… a gingerbread house? He looked out of the window and sure enough, there was a house made of gingerbread, candy cane fence and all. How come he hadn't noticed it before? Who knows? You'd better ask Greg. Or better yet, ask his optician.
Anyhow, Sara had decided she was going to be strong.
"I'm not taking you back… you left me for a goat! I mean, I wouldn't be able to trust you! What if we went on a trip to a farm? I'd never get you to leave!" Plus, she was quite happy staying here with Greg, although she wasn't about to tell him that.
"Oh no, me and Dorothy are getting along like a barn on fire! I just wanted to know if you could somehow get this guy to get off my lawn" Grissom said, and he pushed Happy Ed towards the door.
Once again, a flurry of thoughts went through Sara's mind... The cheek of it! Coming all this way, just to tell her that! Who does he think he is…is cheese really a kind of mould? Woooah….
While Sara was stood there having these thoughts, Greg thought it would be best to step in, as it looked like she was going to be there for a while.
"Gil, look, Sara's really upset right now, why don't you come back later?"
They both turned to look at Sara, who still had a blank expression on her face (still having her flurry of thoughts, it seems). She didn't look upset as such, just brain-dead.
"Greg? Is she still with us?"
"I don't know," Greg poked her arm. No reaction. "Woooah that's crazy!"
After spending some time poking her with a frozen trout, getting Happy Ed to dance the bolero, and even going as far as to chuck a bucket of Spaghetti Bolognese over her, she finally snapped out of it.
"Huh, what? Why is there spaghetti in my hair?"
Greg and Grissom looked at each other.
"Never mind" they both said, at once.
Then, they all stood there in silence while I think of what happens next. Meanwhile, that orange penguin from Chapter One rolled across the floor like a piece of tumbleweed. Well, it rolled until it unfortunately got to the top of the stairs… let's hope penguins bounce eh?
"Anyway," started Grissom "This guy has been holding a sit in on my lawn since you left, get rid of him!"
"He's not my property, Gil, in fact I don't even know who the hell he is!" said Sara. She turned to Happy Ed: "Who in the name of arse are you?"
"Read the name badge, darling" Happy Ed retorted before skipping off down the stairs.
"Well I don't think any of us expected that" Grissom said, staring after him.
"OK, he's gone now; do you have anything else to say?" Greg questioned.
"Yeah, why is Sara here anyway? We haven't been broken up two minutes and she comes running here to you? That's pathetic!"
"Oh yeah, that's fine talk from someone who left a great girl like her for a BLOODY GOAT! What's next? Going to go down the pond and look for some ducks?"
"Or does this penguin take your fancy?" Happy Ed had popped up again, "I found it at the bottom of the stairs…"
Greg just gave him a look, one of those I'm-about-to-beat-the-crap-out-of-something-in-a-minute-and-it'll-be-you-if-you-don't-go-away looks.
"That was a pretty good look you gave there, Greg, you're learning well!" A tear came to Sara's eye. She had taught him well, they grow up so fast and all that jazz.
Grissom noticed that Greg had rolled his sleeves up, his face was red and there was steam coming from his ears. Then he took a closer look and realised it was the kettle boiling behind him. But still, it added to the effect.
"Looking for a fight? Ha, well you're not going to get one! AWAY QUICKSILVER, AWAY!"
And with that, Grissom and his chariot were gone.
I wish the same could be said for Happy Ed, but alas he lives to annoy another day. At least he has the penguin for company now, even if it does bear no relation to the plot whatsoever. But then again, does anything in this story?
While all this had been going on, Sara had been stood watching Greg get all angry on her behalf. She felt, well, she didn't know how she felt… for some reason she was pleased that he was standing up for her…again she thought, was she somehow seeing him in a different light?
No, wait, Grissom had taken the light bulb in the hall out with his mad chariot exit.
"Ah well, at least he's gone, I suppose" Greg sighed. "More coffee?"
Sara turned to look him straight in the eye.
"Definitely"
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