I have decided to finally do my profile!

I'm obsessed with CSI: Crime Scene Investigation. It's pretty much the only fan fiction that I write! I've been watching since the Premiere and I can't wait to see what they have in store for Season 6! September 22 8:00pm. Be there!

MOVING ON! I'm known on the IMDB boards as sporty_chick4ever08. I have the same screen name on YTDAW message board. I would just like to thank everyone that read and reviewed my first Fan fic. I loved the words of encouragement. A little bit goes a long way. I'm a BIG HUGE GIGANTIC Nicholas Stokes fan. I really don't go for the whole "ship" thing, but if I did, I would most likely go for Snickers. I'm not really a fan of SLASH but I am open minded...when I want to be.

Thanks for supporting (or not supporting) my fanfiction! I'll try to keep them coming!

Here are mynumber one CSI quotes:

Grissom: Nick, say 'Silk, Silk, Silk'

Nick: Silk, Silk, Silk

Grissom: What do Cows Drink?

Nick: Milk

Grissom: No, cows drink water...they produce milk

Nick and Warrick are in the locker room:

Sara:(To Warrick) Fine Suit.

Sara: (To Nick who is shirtless) And...well just fine.

Nick: Hey that's Harrassment.

Sara: We have one locker room. It's my job to be observant.

Grissom: Have you ever smelt a fart and blamed the wrong guy?

Grissom: I want my guys back.

Grissom: Nick, 416, She says she knows you

Catherine: Former girlfriend?

Nick: That depends. Is she the assaulter or the assaulted?

Sara: You tell us…you like leather or lace

Nick: (laughs) I’m not going to answer that (turns to leave) lace

Nick: Did anyone ever tell you that you have a nice singing voice?

Sara: Yeah, if you like nails on chalkboards

Nick: Hey, Greg

Greg: looking through the microscope Shh! I might be looking at the mother of my children here.

Nick: Somebody's been putting in way too much overtime.

Greg: No, man, this is serious. I had a date last night and this girl has the most impossible green eyes. Just... BAM! Shoulder-length blonde hair, intelligent, and she smells so good.

Nick: Cute toes?

Greg: Oh, ideal!

Nick: Mmm.

Greg: And none are longer than the big toe.

Nick: Mmm.

Greg: Both feet. But, you know, what I need to know is what's on the inside?
Nick: Oh, what's in her heart?

Greg: No... her DNA. And let me tell you, this girl has got some fine epithelials.

Nick: laughing Dude, you're sick. Man, you've officially lost it!

Greg: No, no. There is this guy in Louisville. He charges 300 clams to test your spouse's underwear for foreign DNA. Now, that guy is sick. I'm just a romantic.

Nick: But whatever happened to getting to know someone over coffee, letting the relationship evolve? Romantic is sending flowers, not bogarting her skin cells.

Greg: Ahh, that's boring.

Nick: So, what do you think it is? Cocaine maybe?

Catherine: Nope.

Nick: How can you tell just by looking at it?

Catherine: Never you mind.

Catherine: So what were you in high school, Nick?

Nick: Me? I was... dependable.

Catherine: Dependable?

Warrick: He's trying to say he was unpopular.

Nick: Aww want me to make you a bottle and go night night?

Warrick: Aww want me to clock your jaw and make you go night night?

Nick: Leggo my Greggo

Nick: Well, it takes 10 minutes to drive from the clinic to Industrial Road.

Warrick: Yeah?

Nick: Yeah, I had Greg run it.

Warrick: laughing That's classic!