DISCLAIMER: Not mine. I promise I'm only borrowing them and will return them to their rightful owners whenever they ask for them back. My imagination took a flight of fancy.....my bank account stayed empty. (Seriously, the cast of CSI belong to Jerry Bruckenheimer & CBS, and I'm only borrowing them for some free daydreaming that I wrote down.).
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is fluff I repeat, FLUFF! Anyone expecting serious fic should wander off to something else.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
FEEDBACK: To ncruuk[at]gmail.com
The Power of Chocolate
"What's that in your kit?"
"What's what that's in my kit?"
"The king-size bar of milk chocolate"
"It's a king-size bar of milk chocolate" explained Sara, grinning at how frustrated Greg was now looking.
"Sara..." groaned Greg, realizing she was being deliberately difficult.
"What?" asked Sara innocently.
"You know that's not what I meant "
"But that's what you asked," stated Sara logically, enjoying this way too much for Greg's liking.
"Ok, why do you have it in your kit?"
"So that I can take it back to the lab."
"But you don't eat milk chocolate, you eat interesting Hershey flavours and stuff " commented Greg, curious as to why Sara had just bought 200g of something she hated.
"Greg, what are you really wanting to know?" asked Sara, getting bored with this game.
"What did you do to piss of Catherine this time?"
"What makes you think I pissed off Catherine?" countered Sara, hoping she wasn't blushing.
"Umm, she's not here, you're buying industrial quantities of chocolate and you're wearing jeans so tight the entire LVPD have a hard on?" explained Greg, laughing.
There was only one way to describe Sara's expression..."I'm so busted "
Return to C.S.I. Fiction
Return to Main Page