Title: Stuck
Author: ScribbleDream
Sumary: What would happen if Sara and Greg got stuck in a closet together? Well... this! SaraGreg friendship. NO PAIRING!
Author's Note: Okay, here's how this works. I can only have one like of dialouge per character. Every time the paragraph changes, it's another character speaking. The only non-dialouge I can have is one word in theses: (( )) per line. Tell me if you like it! It's really fun to write.
10:34 P.M.
"I think they're in this closet. Hold the door open, would ya?"
"Greg, I really need to find that extra pack of gloves. I'm out and Grissom just put me on a case..."
"Chill, Sara, Greggo's gotcha covered. Now, if I can just lift this box up-"
((exasperated)) "Here, let me help with that!"
"No, Sara, don't! The door will-" ((click)) "-lock."
((wiggle)) "What the hell? Damn it! Damn it, open! Someone? Anyone out there? Get me out of here!"
"You know, something tells me you don't want to be in this closet with me."
"..." ((stares))
"I see your point. But really, Sara, it's not that bad, someone will come."
"..." ((stares)) "GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
((sighs)) "That door's been jammed for weeks. That's why I asked you to hold it."
"I don't need a lecture from you, Sanders. I need a lock pick, a jackhammer, a wrecking ball, anything! JESUS CHRIST GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
"No one's gonna here you. No one comes by here until about midnight. Lunch break, you know. Till then, you're stuck with me."
"... Kill me."
"What?"
"Just do it. Have mercy and kill me."
"Sara, I-"
"There must be something in here. A gun, a knife, anything."
"Sara, I'm not going to kill you. Especially not in the middle of a crime lab. How dumb do you think I am?"
((silence))
"Thank you for not answering that."
"I figured I'd give you a freebie."
"You're generosity is much obliged."
"Whatever."
((silence))
((silence))
"Heh."
"What?"
"Huh?"
"You said 'heh.' I heard it. Is that your way of laughing?"
"Yes."
"What were you laughing at?"
"I just think it's funny we eat 'lunch' at midnight."
((silence))
"What? Don't you think that's funny? Not like, riotously funny or anything, but it's funny. Like, ironic, right?"
"What in the name of all things holy did I do to deserve this?"
"What? Having to eat lunch at midnight?"
"... Yes, Greg. Having to eat lunch at midnight. However, I don't mind being stuck in a closet with a man who regularly wears a turban on his head."
"Oh."
((silence))
"... So you don't like the turban?"
"ARGH!"
Next chapter up soon, if you all like it that is...