A/N~ Hey y'all! This is my first CSI fic...so here's hopin' it goes well! I
would love any kind of review, critical or praise! Just don't flame me to
death. That would be bad news. :)
Disclaimer~ It would be lovely to own these amazing characters. Alas, I don't have the money, power, or position to do that. Therefore, I must admit that they are not mine....how sad. I own NOTHING.
Spoilers~ None in this chapter! If there are any later, I'll be sure and tell ya!
Summary~
Grapes
Chapter One
Greg Sanders couldn't help but steal a glance or two at his watch while he waited for the DNA results to print out. He and the rest of the graveyarders were going on the final hour of their shift. One hour, and they'd be free for the weekend. A new team of trainees were coming in, and the labs and offices were to be left alone for their use. Greg smiled to himself, knowing that in one hour he'd be able to gather the rest of his team and tell them his big plans for Saturday night.
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The locker door shut with a mighty clang that echoed throughout the empty locker room. Nick Stokes swung his work bag over his shoulder and headed towards the door. He had spent the last 15 minutes of the slow work night contemplating what his plans were for the weekend. As he reached the door, it opened in front of him. Co-woker Sara Sidle's face appeared.
"Greg wants us to meet him in the lab. Says its something important," she told Nick.
Nick raised an eyebrow, "Greg? Telling us something important?"
Sara nodded and smiled, "Yeah, so this probably means he finally got a date, and he wants us to congratulate him." Nick chuckled and followed Sara to the lab.
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Warrick Brown was the last to arrive to the lab. "Sorry," he muttered to his already-seated companions, "the coffee machine....it wouldn't work." They stared at the crushed styrofoam cup in his hand that must have been destroyed in a fit of rage.
Catherine Willows put a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear and sighed impatiently, "Greg, you've been holding us hostage for 20 minutes. What's the deal?"
Gil Grissom turned towards the young lab technician, "Yes, Greg, we are all waiting on bated breath for the meaning of this important meeting."
Greg took a deep breath, like he was about to announce the winner at an award show. "With my immpecable cunning strategy, I have tatically asked each and every one of you what your plans were for this weekend of sovereignty." He paused and grinned. "Conveniently all of you were free. None of you had plans."
He began to pace, milking the moment of attention for all its worth, "With this information, I had no choice but to act. No choice but to propose my scheme. And all of you, in turn, will have no choice but to concede."
He grinned at the perplexed faces of his co-wokers. Warrick groaned, "What are you getting at?"
"Well, my friend, I figure that we don't get enough 'down time' together, with there constantly being some sort of case or mishap to solve and our demanding, yet loving boss barking out orders here and there." Everyone stole a glance at Grissom, who looked unamused.
"Of course, without his constant inspiration, we would get nowhere on ANY case," Greg said for a quick recovery.
"Speaking of getting NOWHERE, why don't you just get to the point of bringing all of us here," Sara offered.
"Okay, so the moral of the story is: I am having a costume party at my apartment tomorrow at six. All of you are invited."
"Costume party?" Catharine purred, "I'm all up for that."
"Ah, yes, Catherine, I thought you'd be into a party," Greg said, winking at her. He then dramatically added, "However, this is no ordinary costume party. This is the Greg Sanders version!"
"Oh, man..." Nick started.
Greg pulled out a hat that had been on top of his desk and held it in front of his audience. He shook it smugly, "In this hat are six names on a piece of paper. Our six names. Each one of us will draw out a name, and whoever you draw....you must dress up as. No one will know who you are until tomorrow night when you show up in costume."
He paused and looked around the room at the mixed expressions on his friends faces. Warrick looked wary. Sara looked commending. Nick looked amazed. Catherine and Grissom both looked slightly amused.
Greg took a piece of paper out of the hat, read it, and smiled the biggest of smiles, "Who's with me?"
Nobody moved.
Greg sighed, "Come ON what else do you have to do? Look at bugs? Gamble? Check homework?"
Nick was the first to move forward, "If I end up getting one of the girls, it's your head, buddy."
Greg grinned broadly as Nick stuck his hand in the hat and withdrew a folded piece of paper. Nick glared at Greg suspiciously and opened up the paper. He looked down and turned bright red. He continued to stare at his paper, as if the letters would somehow rearrange themselves to form a different name.
"What, not happy with your pick?" Warrick teased.
Nick looked up, "Nah, it's....it's fine...hey, but if you're so tough, why don't you go?"
Warrick shrugged and stepped up to Greg, "You're a messed up guy," he muttered as he pulled out a name. Warrick read his and grinned, glancing at Greg. "I know what I'm gonna do...can I leave?"
Greg nodded cheerfully and held out the hat to the remaining three as Warrick and Nick left. Catherine sighed and unfolded her arms, "Well, I suppose the sooner I go the better," she muttered. She withdrew a name and scanned the piece of paper.
"Nice," she said in her classic undertone and headed for the door, "see you three tomorrow."
"Two little monkeys jumping on the bed..." Greg sang as Grissom and Sara eyed eachother, as if daring for the other to go first.
"Ugh, fine!" Sara spat and grabbed a piece of paper. She glanced at it and twirrled out the door without another word.
"I guess that leaves me with the leftover," Grissom said quietly. He took the remaining piece of paper and pocketed it. Greg stared at his boss.
"I'm not looking at it until I get home," Grissom explained as he picked up his coat and left.
Once Grissom left, Greg smiled and said to himself, "Six CSIs...each and every one of them about to find out what others see them as. Let the drama begin..."
Disclaimer~ It would be lovely to own these amazing characters. Alas, I don't have the money, power, or position to do that. Therefore, I must admit that they are not mine....how sad. I own NOTHING.
Spoilers~ None in this chapter! If there are any later, I'll be sure and tell ya!
Summary~
Grapes
Chapter One
Greg Sanders couldn't help but steal a glance or two at his watch while he waited for the DNA results to print out. He and the rest of the graveyarders were going on the final hour of their shift. One hour, and they'd be free for the weekend. A new team of trainees were coming in, and the labs and offices were to be left alone for their use. Greg smiled to himself, knowing that in one hour he'd be able to gather the rest of his team and tell them his big plans for Saturday night.
**************************************************************************** **************
The locker door shut with a mighty clang that echoed throughout the empty locker room. Nick Stokes swung his work bag over his shoulder and headed towards the door. He had spent the last 15 minutes of the slow work night contemplating what his plans were for the weekend. As he reached the door, it opened in front of him. Co-woker Sara Sidle's face appeared.
"Greg wants us to meet him in the lab. Says its something important," she told Nick.
Nick raised an eyebrow, "Greg? Telling us something important?"
Sara nodded and smiled, "Yeah, so this probably means he finally got a date, and he wants us to congratulate him." Nick chuckled and followed Sara to the lab.
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Warrick Brown was the last to arrive to the lab. "Sorry," he muttered to his already-seated companions, "the coffee machine....it wouldn't work." They stared at the crushed styrofoam cup in his hand that must have been destroyed in a fit of rage.
Catherine Willows put a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear and sighed impatiently, "Greg, you've been holding us hostage for 20 minutes. What's the deal?"
Gil Grissom turned towards the young lab technician, "Yes, Greg, we are all waiting on bated breath for the meaning of this important meeting."
Greg took a deep breath, like he was about to announce the winner at an award show. "With my immpecable cunning strategy, I have tatically asked each and every one of you what your plans were for this weekend of sovereignty." He paused and grinned. "Conveniently all of you were free. None of you had plans."
He began to pace, milking the moment of attention for all its worth, "With this information, I had no choice but to act. No choice but to propose my scheme. And all of you, in turn, will have no choice but to concede."
He grinned at the perplexed faces of his co-wokers. Warrick groaned, "What are you getting at?"
"Well, my friend, I figure that we don't get enough 'down time' together, with there constantly being some sort of case or mishap to solve and our demanding, yet loving boss barking out orders here and there." Everyone stole a glance at Grissom, who looked unamused.
"Of course, without his constant inspiration, we would get nowhere on ANY case," Greg said for a quick recovery.
"Speaking of getting NOWHERE, why don't you just get to the point of bringing all of us here," Sara offered.
"Okay, so the moral of the story is: I am having a costume party at my apartment tomorrow at six. All of you are invited."
"Costume party?" Catharine purred, "I'm all up for that."
"Ah, yes, Catherine, I thought you'd be into a party," Greg said, winking at her. He then dramatically added, "However, this is no ordinary costume party. This is the Greg Sanders version!"
"Oh, man..." Nick started.
Greg pulled out a hat that had been on top of his desk and held it in front of his audience. He shook it smugly, "In this hat are six names on a piece of paper. Our six names. Each one of us will draw out a name, and whoever you draw....you must dress up as. No one will know who you are until tomorrow night when you show up in costume."
He paused and looked around the room at the mixed expressions on his friends faces. Warrick looked wary. Sara looked commending. Nick looked amazed. Catherine and Grissom both looked slightly amused.
Greg took a piece of paper out of the hat, read it, and smiled the biggest of smiles, "Who's with me?"
Nobody moved.
Greg sighed, "Come ON what else do you have to do? Look at bugs? Gamble? Check homework?"
Nick was the first to move forward, "If I end up getting one of the girls, it's your head, buddy."
Greg grinned broadly as Nick stuck his hand in the hat and withdrew a folded piece of paper. Nick glared at Greg suspiciously and opened up the paper. He looked down and turned bright red. He continued to stare at his paper, as if the letters would somehow rearrange themselves to form a different name.
"What, not happy with your pick?" Warrick teased.
Nick looked up, "Nah, it's....it's fine...hey, but if you're so tough, why don't you go?"
Warrick shrugged and stepped up to Greg, "You're a messed up guy," he muttered as he pulled out a name. Warrick read his and grinned, glancing at Greg. "I know what I'm gonna do...can I leave?"
Greg nodded cheerfully and held out the hat to the remaining three as Warrick and Nick left. Catherine sighed and unfolded her arms, "Well, I suppose the sooner I go the better," she muttered. She withdrew a name and scanned the piece of paper.
"Nice," she said in her classic undertone and headed for the door, "see you three tomorrow."
"Two little monkeys jumping on the bed..." Greg sang as Grissom and Sara eyed eachother, as if daring for the other to go first.
"Ugh, fine!" Sara spat and grabbed a piece of paper. She glanced at it and twirrled out the door without another word.
"I guess that leaves me with the leftover," Grissom said quietly. He took the remaining piece of paper and pocketed it. Greg stared at his boss.
"I'm not looking at it until I get home," Grissom explained as he picked up his coat and left.
Once Grissom left, Greg smiled and said to himself, "Six CSIs...each and every one of them about to find out what others see them as. Let the drama begin..."