Greg Sanders was walking down the hallway towards the locker room. He had just finished up a big case and he was really excited. Also, Carly, his friend from New York just moved into town, and she just joined the team. Man, he was the happiest guy in the world. When he got into his locker, he pulled out his ipod, and started to sing as he headed out.

I'm bringing sexy back,

Them other boys don't know how to act

I think you're special whats behind your background

So turn around and I'll pick up the slack

Take em' to the bridge

Before he knew it, Grissom was standing in his way. Greg took out his studs from his ear.

"Greg," Grissom said with his straightest and most serious voice. "I'm bringing sexy back."

"No, Grissom, I totally am! I mean, I'm Greg. I'm just pure sexiness." He smiled broadly as Sara, Carly, Maryellen, and Catherine came down the hallway.

"Greg, Greg, Greg," Sara shook her head. "You're not sexy."

"Oh common, Sara, you know you want somma this." he winked at her. "And besides, I'm bringing sexy back."

"Greg, you've got it backwards," Warrick said as he came out of the AV lab and put his arm around Catherine. "I'm bringing sexy back." He grinned.

"Oh no, no Warrick, you're the one that's got it backwards, because I'm bringing sexy back." Nick said, stepping out from behind Warrick. "Ain't that right, Maryellen?" he reached over and snaked his arm around her waist.

"Always, Nicky." She cooed as she pecked him on the lips.

"Common, Maryellen, you know I'm sexy." Greg said, huskily, making everyone (including the author) laugh.

"No Greg, you're really not!" She said.

"Oh," Carly said, standing next to Greg with a small pout on her face. "I happen to think my Greggo is much sexier than Nick." she kissed a spot on Greg's neck, and he shivered.

"Well, Warrick is much hotter and sexier than both Greg and Nick combined." Cathrine said, smiling up at Warrick.

"Yes, well, Grissom-" Sara started, but I interrupted her.

"Dudsies!" I shouted from my little writing corner up above. I let down a ladder, and started to climb down. When I had put my feet on the floor, I started shouting. "Will you please stop frickin' comparing which of your frickin' boyfriends is sexier than the frickin' other! It is giving me a frickin' migraine!" They were all in shock that I had just blown up like that. I took a deep breath, and tried to calm down. After a few minutes of quiet time, Sara murmured, "But Grissom is sexier..."

"GAR!!!" I shouted again. I turned on my heel and yelled back to them, "Y'ALL SICK MAN!" and I stalked out, not even bothering to continue writing this.

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Well, there you have it Big Momma, yours and Carly's story. I know that I'm not the next J.K Rowling, but, I tried.

HAPPY EASTER!!!