Pairing: Sandle (Greg/Sara)
Disclaimer: I do not own C.S.I. or the song "I Get Knocked Down".
Summary: Greg and Sara are stuck in the lab, while everyone else is out in the field. I'll let your imagination finish that XP
I was extremely bored, and this popped into my head. So I had to get it on paper.
Wheelie Chairs, Blue Hawaiian and Strip Poker
It was a slow day in the LVPD Crime Lab, for lab rat, Greg Sanders and CSI, Sara Sidle. While everyone else was out in the field working cases, Greg and Sara were stuck inside with a load of paper work.
"Sara, I'm so bored." Greg whined.
"I know you are! So shut up and WORK!" How on Earth did I get stuck doing paper work with the lab rat? Sara thought.
The lab was awkwardly quiet and the two were feeling bored and somewhat mischievous.
"Greg, let's ditch the paper work. I say we take advantage of this moment." Sara had a plan forming in her head. She had felt like going crazy for the longest time. But, she didn't feel right doing that under the watchful eye of Conrad Ecklie.
"I thought you'd never ask. What should we do?" Greg smiled and jumped up from his chair.
Before long, they had each consumed four cups of Greg's secret stash of Blue Hawaiian, and had moved onto the wheelie chairs.
"Weeeeeeeeeeee!" Greg squealed as Sara pushed his chair down the hallway. With a loud crash Greg smashed into the wall.
"Let's do that again!" Greg managed to say between giggles, now on his knees.
"Only this time, I get to ride in the chair" Sara exclaimed.
Sara snorted with laughter as she took her turn to speed down the empty hallway.
By now Greg had pressed play on his stereo, and "I Get Knocked Down" had started to blare through the speakers.
He handed Sara yet another cup of Blue Hawaiian, and they toasted.
"To us! May this shift last forever" he tried to say in a serious tone.
"Greggy, we should play cards." Sara smirked.
"I vote for Strip Poker." Greg laughed.
The two sat on opposite sides of the table; to an innocent bystander it was obvious Sara was winning. Greg sat shivering in his shorts, while Sara was laughing and had only taken off her top.
"I win!" Sara shouted, while Greg tried to grab his pants from the floor. Depressed from losing to Sara he grabbed her shirt from the floor and decided to hide it from her.
"Greg! Where the hell is my shirt?" she screamed chasing him through the break room and eventually had him cornered in his DNA lab. He sat in the corner whimpering, begging for mercy. Who knew Sara Sidle could be so vicious.
To describe this scene I would say watch a very hungry tiger take on a tiny mouse. Greg Sanders was that tiny mouse.
"Where is my shirt! Talk LAB RAT!" She shrieked.
At this point their supervisor Gil Grissom strolled in.
I have chapter 2 completed. I will post it when I get at least 5 reviews. MUWAHAHAHA!
