Disclaimer: I do not own CSI
Chapter One
"Hey, Grissom!" Greg called.
"What now?" Grissom asked.
"You know those copper things that never seem to have any use except to make your pockets heavy?" Greg asked.
"I'm not quite sure what you're talking about, Greg." Grissom replied.
"Vending machines don't take them, cashiers give you lots of them, and they help you make exact change."
"Are you talking about pennies?"
"Yes! And you have the opportunity, for on 5.99, to purchase your very own set of new millennium pennies."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"There is one penny from each year of the new millennium in this limited-edition collections case." Greg pulled out a smooth, black box.
"There have only been five years in the entire millennium. Why would I want to pay six dollars for five cents?"
"It's only 5.99, not six."
"You're failing to see the point. There is no reason to pay six dollars for five cents!"
"People do it all the time. I hardly see the problem."
"Then maybe you need glasses."
"Come on Grissom, please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"You know what they say abut pennies?"
"No, I'm sure I don't."
"A penny saved is a penny earned."
"Not if it costs you six dollars!"
"I bet you that you cannot get pennies from every year of the new millennium by the end of the week."
"You're on."