See Chapter One for Disclaimer and Other Notes

NOTES: Weekly CSIPrompts Challenge 5: Must start with the line: "So, what are we supposed to be doing with the Mayo?" he asked. Topic: Cinco de Mayo Random Prompts (use or don't use - it's up to you): bug spray, broken toe, sneezes, guacamole, and fanfiction.

A/N 2: Thank you to csigeekfan for the prompts and to everyone who has been reading and reviewing this story. I love your comments. I apologize for this parody; it's really a short crappy chapter…I loaned out my muse and I guess she decided to stay there for a while, maybe she will come back soon, because I did wear her out with the Elemental Ficathon.

Chapter 5

"So, what are we supposed to be doing with the Mayo?" he asked.

Sara looked up at her husband; she was sitting on a stool at the end of the counter in their kitchen peeling red potatoes, letting the skins fall directly into the garbage can. "There are a few recipes that I was going to try out that called for mayonnaise, so do you have a problem with mayo?"

"No, but you bought five jars of the stuff," he looked over at her as he put various groceries into the pantry.

The sound of Sara's laugh never failed to make him smile, "I got cinco de may-o?" She snorted, placing the knife onto the counter, sliding off the stool and padding shoelessly to where Gil stood at the pantry door. As she reached him, reaching out to kiss him, he slammed the door closed, catching her little toe in the cross-fire.

"Damn, Gil, that hurt." The look belayed pain; she bent to her knees immediately and then sat unceremoniously on the floor. "You broke my toe."

He knelt down beside her and brought her toe to his mouth where he kissed it. He used his hands to explore the toe. She winced in pain. "I do believe you have a broken toe."

"Smart ass. Of course, it's broke. Isn't that what I just said?" She huffed.

"Honey, I didn't mean to do it." He looked at her, unsure if the pain in her toe was related to the pained expression on her face. "Honey?" She seemed to zone out on him. This scared him, "Honey? Are you okay?" He noticed her hands clutching at her stomach. "Is it the baby?"

Sara looked up at him, finally noticing him, "I think my contractions have started."

"Oh my God, Oh my God, let's go to the hospital." Grissom got up and began hurrying to the bedroom where he picked up her packed suitcase, ready for the hospital, he grabbed his keys, ran up the stairs and was in their car when he realized that Sara wasn't with him.

He ran back into their loft, down the stairs and she was still sitting on the floor at the pantry, looking pissed.

"Gilbert Grissom, you are a scientist, but you're acting like a stupid husband from a sitcom; Stop." She almost smiled at his expression, but the pain in her toe and the fact that she was 41 weeks pregnant did not deter her from trying to get up by herself.

Her OB/GYN, Barbara Hannegan, had told the couple she was going to induce labor on Monday, May 5th, if Sara hadn't delievered by then. And the geeks that they were, they went online and reviewed everything that could be found about 'Cinco de Mayo'.

"Honey, let me help you up," His voice wavering between concern and amusement.

"Get away from me," she said under her breath, as she had managed to roll onto her knees with her hands on the floor for support. She grabbed the knob on the pantry door and pulled herself up into standing.

He let out a sigh of relief, but was ill-prepared for her next assault.

"What is your problem? Here I am pregnant, by you no less, but you stand by helpless while I get off the floor with a broken toe, and you don't even try to help me. I should spray you with bug spray, maybe some common sense would saturate into your brain, if I sprayed it directly into your ear. What is with you?" She screamed, ranting.

He knew it was the hormones, but silence wasn't an option and he was really scared to answer her.

"Sara…" he began.

"Gilbert, you are a very stupid man, but I love you." Sara reached up and cupped the back of his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. They kissed, as another contraction hit her.

Greg and Nick were eating together at a Mexican restaurant before shift. They had been assigned the Grissom's case of the floater from Lake Mead. Not much physical evidence or any other evidence had been found. Sara had spoken to the owner of the skatepark and to the employees there, and some of the skaters. Brass had questioned some of the father's hookers, and the father of the dead boy, Duncan Green.

The only lead they'd had was one of the skaters at the park was now skating on the board that had been sold to the deceased, but upon questioning by Sara, the boy caved, saying that he'd never seen Green before, but had found the board outside the skatepark near a bus stop bench. Eric Sinclair knew Duncan was dead, but Sara could not get the boy to say anymore than he found the skateboard. The boy had been held by the police for as long as they had been able to, before he had been released.

They had nothing at this point.

Nick was eating a guacamole salad as Greg was having a bean burrito combo meal.

"Man, you better not pass any gas on the way to Overton Beach." Nick said between mouthfuls.

"Hey, I resemble that remark."

They both laughed.

Nick sneezes as he pulled his ringing cell phone out of his pocket.

"Stokes."

Greg watched a grin as big as Texas split Nick's face. "Man, thanks for calling."

Nick folded the cell phone and placed it back into his pocket. He looked at Greg and smiled again.

"Come on, Nick! What up?" Greg demanded.

"We're gonna be uncles soon."

Greg reached into his wallet, threw a twenty dollar bill onto the table, jumped up and was headed out the door, before he looked back at Nick.

"Come on, Nick! Geez, it's not everyday Sara has a baby. Let's get to the hospital."

"Lemme finish my tea, first." Nick stood up and drank down the entire glass of iced tea, then went to meet Greg at the door. "I'm driving to the hospital, you might kill us, Ricky Bobby."

David Hodges sat hunched over a laptop in the break room when Wendy walked in, he quickly closed it, when Wendy came over to see what he was doing.

With effort, attempting to stifle her laughter, she asked, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," as he pushed the computer away from him.

Wendy grabbed the computer and began to run out the door with it. "I'm taking this to Archie to…"

He jumped up and ran toward her: "Wendy! Please don't. I'll tell you," Hodges whined.

She turned around and brought the computer back to the table.

Hodges breathed a sigh of relief, picking up the laptop and cradling it to his chest.

"Spill," She demanded.

"Okay, but only if you don't tell anyone." He whispered in a conspiratorial tone.

"Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye," her voice broke in amusement.

"You promise?" She nodded. David continued, "I was writing a fan fiction story."

"What's that?" she questioned.

"It's when a fan of a particular television series writes a short story about the show."

"What's the show?"

"'The Dukes of Hazard'. I've written 67 fanfics so far and this is my 68th. I publish them online under the name 'Spanky743' on a site named Dukes dot net." Hodges announced quite proudly.

Wendy gave him an open mouthed stare before saying, "You're weird, but I will go out with you tomorrow night."

His smiled his best thousand watt smile as she turned and left the room, shaking her head, as Hodges opened the laptop and began happily typing his story.

TBC