Elmo Knows Chapter 6
Written by: Kawaii-babi
Edited by: Elmo's Goldfish Dorothy
Disclaimer: I seriously need to put this part in. I do NOT own Eric Delko, from CSI: MIAMI. If I did, I swear, he would be mine. He is so much hotter than Roger. I also do not own anything else in relation to CSI: MIAMI. If I did, the hummer would be yellow, Hagen would not exist (he did die though, so I am slightly happier), Horatio would lend me his awesome glasses, Yelina and Ray junior would have never been reunited with Raymond (was anyone else confused by that episode?), Eric would not have a thing with Nathalia Boa Vista (she is the definition of evil. SHE IS THE MOLE!) And Calleigh would still be working in firearms… And that, my friends, is the longest disclaimer I have ever written!
CAUTION: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ELMO BASHING AND A LOT OF OOC STUFF HAPPENING! ALSO, IF YOU HATE SEEING CSI: MIAMI/RENT CROSSOVERS, THIS CHAPTER IS NOT FOR YOU!
Mark was standing… sitting… no lying… I mean… rooted, between a crying Roger and an unconscious Mimi. Mark sighed then suddenly, the door burst open and a tall, hot, Cuban man drool (back off ladies, he's mine) an average sized Caucasian guy with ginger hair and awesome sunglasses, and a short Caucasian female with blonde hair, all holding guns burst through the door.
"MIAMI DADE PD! KEEP YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" Yelled the Caucasian male. The other two followed him in. The Caucasian man spoke again.
"What do we have here Mr. Delko?" The Cuban man walked over to Mimi and Roger and responded.
"H, we have two victims… One of them is unconscious. She's Hispanic, the other one, Male, Caucasian, crying and cuddling up to a deformed teddy bear."
"Calleigh, do you see any bullets?" Horatio asked the blonde. She searched the room, and then replied.
"Umm… H, there's no blood, and no bullet but there is a pumpkin."
"What's so odd about a pumpkin?" Eric asked. Calleigh looked at Eric like he was a stupid head.
"Seriously, Eric, I think you were only hired because you have a nice body. Okay, Mr. Genius, how often do you find a white pumpkin, in the middle of winter, in New York City?" Mark got so bored of them talking to themselves, so he spoke up.
"Well, how often do you find the Miami Dade PD in New York City? Eh? EH?" They all jumped back at the sound of Mark talking, all of them thinking the same thing. I didn't know pumpkins could talk. Horatio then walked up to Mark, bent down and started having a conversation with him.
"Hey little pumpkin! Do you want a cookie? Because I like cookies. You want to know what else I like?" Mark looked at Horatio like he was a crackpot then replied.
"Sure, what else do you like?" Horatio then smiled very brightly and took off his glasses.
"I like the colour yellow, and I want to paint the hummer yellow, but I can't, because Eric doesn't like the colour yellow. And since Eric is the hot one, he's allowed to choose the colour, stupid Eric." Unknown to Horatio, Eric was listening in.
"I HEARD THAT! CALLEIGH! HORATIO HURT MY FEELINGS!" Calleigh then walked in between Horatio and Eric.
"Stop it you guys! Seriously! We have an unconscious victim here, we have to tend to her." Just as she said those words, Mimi jolted up, looked up at Eric and squealed like a little schoolgirl.
"Oh my god! It's a guy hotter than Roger! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" Mimi started hyperventilating and passed out again. Calleigh shrugged it off and moved onto Roger. The nudged him with her foot, he looked up and screamed.
"What did I do?" She asked, sounding all innocent. She looked to Horatio and Eric, who were looking at her like she had an extra head or something.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" Eric was the first one to speak up.
"Calleigh, look on your shoulder!" Calleigh looked on her shoulder and saw a little red dude holding a knife. She screamed and chucked it out a window. Mark then jumped on her shoulder.
"You know you could of shot him then and there, but NO! You had to chuck him out a window and get him angry so now he's not only going to kill all of my friends, but all of yours and it will be a never-ending circle of dying people and all that jazz.
"Damn you aqua scum." Horatio muttered under his breath, then he put his sunglasses on again and said "Here in Miami…"
"New York." Mark interrupted.
"Here in NEW YORK…" Horatio continued, "We, never, close."
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