"...All you do is walk around looking like some sort of unearthed Neanderthal who hates everything.” Ha! *That* was funny.

Another nice little fic of the Grissom-gets-what's-coming-to-him style.

"And suddenly, as much as Grissom had wished Sara would grow up and relinquish him from her fantasies, he suddenly wished he were back in them."

This line is so real, you really don't know what you like or need until it's not there anymore.

Maybe it's me but I think you've changed your writing style. It's a different feel I'm getting. Anyhoo, do not listen to me ;) I'm not "ok in the head", as a friend so accurately put it.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Exquisitely written. Subtle perfection in the situation, molded like a perfect recipe, burning in all the right places. CSI/ GS fans should read this.

I liked the other response to the challenge better, but this one is good too.

really good story.. i'm just so SAD now...

:sniff:

Grissom must have some weird anatomy if his stomach is below his waist!

Interesting he'd make the jump from insults to friends. he must have some pretty mean ones.

Oh! That was nice.

Again, excellent job. I really like the two totally different routes you took with the challenge lines.