THE CASE

Rating: K+
Genre: Parody
Characters: Gil Grissom and Horatio Caine (of CSI: Miami)
Distribution: If you want to, I guess.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, just my crazy plot line.

It was a dark and stormy night, and Gil Grissom was on the case. Not a CSI case, but his own case. He had a job to do. A job no one knew about. A job no one could know about. He clenched his fingers harder around the handle of his briefcase, hoping the contents of the jar inside were still contained. He had worked too long and too hard for anything to go wrong. The moment was right. He had no time to waste, and nothing to lose.

He approached the tall man standing over a dark figure. It was still, lying on the pavement, with legs splayed out in a way no human's legs should possibly be able to bend. Blood seeped from various contusions on it's head, and mingled with the rain water to rush down a storm drain and disappear into the depths of forever.

The man standing over the body turned around.

"Horatio Cane," He announced, slowly taking his sunglasses off with customary swagger.

Grissom didn't speak. His mouth curled into a grimace. Who wore sunglasses in the middle of a rainy night anyway? The case could be harder than expected. Grissom bent to the ground, ignoring Cane's know-it-all remarks, and the stupid way he put his sunglasses back on. He opened the briefcase and, with a wide smile, extracted the large jar. Finally, the moment he had been planning for thirteen years.

"Hello my beauties," He said to the crawling insects inside the jar. He held it aloft, so Horatio could see.

"Do you know what these are?" He asked.

Horatio shook his head, "I can't see anything, because I'm wearing sunglasses, just let me take them off again. Wait a second," He replied.

"No," Grissom said, "Let me tell you what these are. These are brown recluse spiders. This type has one of the most deadly bites in the world."

With those words he unscrewed the cap of the jar and shook iton Cane. Horatio jumped and swatted his hands at the spiders, screaming for help. Every one of the one hundred and fifty brown recluse spiders bit him, and he was left lying beside the bleeding victim.

"Why?" He choked out.

"Because you stole my woman," Grissom replied simply, "I saw you making moves on Catherine, and she's mine!"

He flung the jar down beside Cane, not caring that his fingerprints were all over it, and he would be caught in no time by the infamous Calliegh Ducane, using her sexual manipulation. The rain fell even harder, washing the spiders away, down the storm drain. Grissom felt a brief moment of sorrow at seeing his lovely friends dying, but turned on his heel and fled back to where he had came from. He had a case in Las Vegas he had to finish.

A/N Hey! I hope you guys got a good laugh out of this! Please leave me a review before you go! Thanks for reading.