A Random Day at the Vegas Crime Lab: Nick the 'Bloody' Texan

Ahh, there she was...

He could see her, sitting in a black leather chair, looking over the folder in her hands, occasionally sipping the mug of coffee at her right...

She, though, didn't see him...

The hall he was standing in was empty and silent, except for the occasional lab tech walking by. They weren't paying attention to them, though, but why would they? They considered him as a friend, a co-worker, after all. But they didn't know the evil plan in his mind. A plan that could so easily take place here just because he was the last person they would expect...

She shifted in her chair. He hid himself against the wall, then sighed at his jumpiness. Of course, he had paged her and told her he would be meeting her there in a couple minutes. It wouldn't be any fun if he took her completely by surprise...

She settled down again...

He took a deep breath and clamed himself, slowing his quickly beating heart. To anyone who would actually bother looking twice at him, they would see how he now watched his prey with the patience of a born killer, deadly still, deadly silent. It was almost time to strike, to swoop down on his prey and claim his prize.

A shiver of excitment ran down his body... He would finally prove to Greg that Sara could be startled! He would win this bet!

Checking that she was truly mesmerized in the case file, he quietly crept into the break room and positioned himself behind her chair. Oblivious to the danger behind her, Sara took another sip of coffee...

As soon as she put the mug back down, he striked.

"BOO!" He shouted loudly, grabbing the brunette by the shoulders.

Surprised, she jumped violently, spinning around to see who the hell it was. Her flailing right arm missed her coffee mug by centimeters, but hit another, larger target.

Nick's face.

The Texan let out a yell of pain as her fist connected with his nose, forcefully enough that he wouldn't have been surprised if it broke. Leaping back to protect himself from further assault, he covered his now swelling, bleeding nose, tears beginning to stream down his face from the irritation to his tear ducts.

"Nick!" She cried loudly, in annoyance and surprise. "What the hell was that for!?"

"What the hell yourself!" The Texan yelled in reply, voice muffled from his hands and stuffy sounding as a result of the dripping blood.

"It's your own fault for sneaking up on me like that!" Oh yeah, the brunette was definitely mad now... Apparently, she didn't like being startled like that.

"You broke my nose!" He shouted back at her, not caring to hear that it was 'his fault'.

"Oh, it's not broken, you wimp," she snapped angerly, pulling his hands away from his face and examining the mess she had caused. "But if you do that one more time, I swear I will break it."

And, as she walked away, he didn't doubt it. It took nearly ten minutes to stop the stream of blood, and the decision to avoid Sara and instead collect his winnings from Greg.

The tech handed him the money without him even having to speak - apparently, Greg had heard the commotion he and Sara had caused down the hall from the DNA lab. The look on the younger mans face when he also handed him an obviously burnt DVD, though, was one he found rather daunting.

As it was, though, he watched the disk that night against his better judgement, finding out exactly why the tech had said what he had said when giving it to him: "Revenge for my birthday prank. Ha."

A/N: Yeah, I know, I cannot be relied on at all... Whatever, I had more important things to do - I still have more important things to do.

I'm just procrastinating right now... (Don't tell my teachers)

I also know it's short, but you know what?

I don't really know what I was saying there, I just felt like saying it.

Anyhoo, people still like me 'cause I'm still getting reviews. Just don't forget to drop me a line this time - and if you have any ideas I would love you if you wanted to tell me - it's not that I don't have ideas, it's just that they all involve the prequel to 'Holding a Grudge' and you can see where the problem comes in there...

(Yes, I 'm still planning on working on it - can you believe I fninshed Grudge more than a year ago? Wow!)

I was also asked what chicken -crackers are and the answer is...

I don't know!

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Just don't eat them anyway. )