A Random Day at the Vegas Crime Lab: You Know You Love Me… Type Two (1)

Deirdre had no tolerance for people who didn't listen to instructions the first time around and the rest of the crime lab knew that. It was an extremely busy night, though, and the dull, aching cramps that were torturing the DNA tech showed no signs of easing up. Greg's happy-happy, joy-joy attitude only made her own mood worse, and, to finalize things, the CSIs were completely disregarding her "DON'T BLOODLY WELL ASK ME FOR YOUR RESULTS EVERY FIVE FRIKKIN' MINUTES" rule. And, of course, someone had gotten into her emergency supply of Dr. Pepper.

Finally, the small amount of patience she possessed evaporated and she blew up at Greg, who was singing - or rather, yelling - along with his latest Marilyn Manson CD.

"Will you turn that bloody squawking down?" She snapped, slamming her finger down on the mouse button.

"What's up?" The other tech muttered as he obeyed, his face with a somewhat surprised and annoyed look on it.

Deirdre knew she would have to eventually apologise for her slight on Marilyn Manson , but didn't really care at the time. "When you have cramps growing out of your ears," she growled, "then you can look at me like that. Until - don't even think it, pal." Her threat was directed towards Nick, who was walking into the DNA lab, about to ask if they had his results yet. The Texan suddenly realised that he had somewhere else to be and left.

Greg opened his mouth to speak again, but Deirdre interrupted him, too. "Say one more word and I will hurt you."

He smirked. "No you won't."

"Trust me, I will. I will because I hate and you piss me off. A lot. I will because I abhor you. If you open your mouth one more time, I will slaughter you like a pig."

"As, c'mon, Dee. You know you looooove -"

"Shut up."

"… Me. You want to -"

"I'm warning you, Sanders."

"… Huuuuuuug me. You - "

Deirdre grabbed a test tube. "If you don't shut up, I will shove if test tube up your nose."

"… Want to kiiiiiiiiss me - "

"Or somewhere else, I haven't quite decided yet!"

"… You want to -"

"This is your last warning, Sanders!"

"… Maaaaaaarry me. And have my -"

"THAT'S IT!" Deirdre lunged forward, test tube in hand, intent on shoving the object up Greg's nose. Before she could succeed, though, he caught her by the wrists and gently but firmly prised the glass tube from her hand. To incest her even more, his smirk was now a full-fledged grin.

"Calm down," he told her in a bossy, father-like way. "And do your work."

She obeyed, only to execute another attempt to get that damn test tube up his nose not two minutes later. He stopped her once again, the grin on his face now a chuckle. This time, he didn't order her back to work.

Holding her arms to her sides, Greg marched her into Grissom's office and sat her down on the couch.

"Do you mind watching her and keeping her from doing anything rash?" He asked the shift supervisor, who was sitting at his desk, case papers spread out and watching the techs curiously,

"What kind of 'rash' things?" The older man questioned.

Greg shrugged. "Oh, you know: running out of your office, yelling profanities and threatening to stick a test tube up my nose."

Grissom looked mildly surprised. "I didn't know it was possible for you two to annoy each other."

"Oh, believe me, it's possible." Deirdre muttered with a glare over her shoulder at Greg.

Obviously unable to keep a slight smile off his face, Grissom nodded to the other tech. "I'll find her back when she's calmed down a bit."

Deirdre returned a half an hour later, glowering. "I'll get my revenge, you know," she warned, waving a finger in Greg's direction.

"I would be a lot more worried if you came back and didn't say that," he replied, smiling brightly.

…

That Friday, Warrick entered the men's washroom to find Greg leaning against a sink, holding a wad of toilet paper to his nose.

"What d'you do to annoy Deirdre?" He asked, surprised and curious.

…

Which begs the question; what did Warrick do to make Deirdre threaten to shove a test tube up his nose? (sighs) I'm having way too much fun with this, aren't I?

Oh well. At least we've all learned a lesson: never annoy Deirdre; she's insane and rather violent.

Hoped you liked it,

I sure do,

xCxBxBx

PS. No, really, am I having too much fun with this? Hee hee...