A/N: This is for SS. Read and review? Enjoy!

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Ringmaster

"What is this?"

"My flea circus."

"I thought those were imaginary."

"Think again."

Brass watched as Grissom poked at what he presumed was a flea, with a nail. It was a twisted sort of ringmaster thing to do, especially when he could barely see the so-called acrobat?

"You see, Jim? They're quite the little performers." Grissom said, proudly.

"That's all well. But what's with the fire?" Brass asked, staring warily at the tiny flaming structure at the far end of the diorama.

"Sometimes I make them jump through little burning hoops." Grissom stated, guiding one of the fleas through a tiny, bent up paper clip in the shape of a hoop.

Brass just shuddered. "That's creepy, Gil. Even for you."