Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, nor would I ever claim to do so.
NOTE: To both dumbasses who reviewed Chapter Two with "put a spoiler warning for Harry Potter!!": Uh, there is one. Bolded. At the very top. Someone's a fucking genius.
Pairing: D. Hodges x Jacqui F.
"Technically, you're supposed to gut the turkey first," David said, watching Jacqui wrestle with the large dead bird.
"You do it!" She snapped, turning to glare at him.
"I'm not sticking my hand up that things ass," David sneered, wrinkling his nose in distaste.
"Well neither am I!" Jacqui argued, hands on her hips.
The two glared at each other.
"If this turkey doesn't get gutted and cooked, you're sleeping on the couch," Jacqui huffed.
David winced, but walked over towards the phone.
"What are you doing?" She asked, suspicion in her voice.
"Inviting Greg to dinner," David replied simply.