CSI: Las Vegas ll General Series ll Finger Foods
Title: Finger Foods.
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas.
Characters: Warrick Brown, Gil Grissom, Doc Robbins, Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes.
Prompt: 001.Finger.
Word Count: 826.
Rating: PG
Summary: A slow night in the Las Vegas Crime Lab gets interrupted when Doc Robbins is sent a miscellaneous body part.
Author's Notes: Very, very slightly based off of the episode, "Jackpot," from Season Four.
Monday night in the Las Vegas Crime Lab. The beginning of the week: not exactly everyone's favorite time. Things for Grissom and his team were moving pretty slow. There had been one supposed crime scene that they had to check out, but it ended up being a prank of some kind. No further investigation was necessary, and everyone was loitering around the lab, looking for ways to keep themselves entertained.
Greg Sanders, who had only recently gotten out of the lab and into the field, had managed to keep himself occupied by creating a rooster-esque hat with a face mask and a blown up rubber glove. He kept bobbing his head around so the inflated glove would move around in succession. After each bob, he would laugh lightly. Bob. Laugh. Bob. Laugh. Bob. Laugh. He seemed to be enjoying himself, so no one really bothered to ask him stop. Besides, it provided some good entertainment for those who were watching.
Nick Stokes was taking turns watching Greg look like a rooster and trying to throw cards into a wastepaper basket set six feet in front of him. It kind of mimicked Greg's pattern of bobbing his head and laughing. Throw. Grunt. Throw. Grunt. Throw. Cheer. Throw. Grunt. Every so often, he would turn and look at Greg. He'd watch him for five or so minutes, then go back to throwing the cards.
Warrick Brown was similarly entertaining himself by making paper airplanes and trying to get them into the same wastepaper basket as Nick. He was doing a better job than Nick was doing, and they had made a bet about who had a better shot. Warrick bet on himself, and Nick had done the same.
"You're gonna owe me twenty bucks," Warrick said, propelling a paper airplane forward with a flick of his wrist. Nick rolled his eyes a little, but didn't say anything. He was too focused on trying to get the cards in the basket.
Grissom, unlike the rest of the lab's men, was spending his time doing some productive. He had stored himself away in his office, re-reading an Entomology book that he had gotten for himself a year ago. He had already read the thing at least twice, but he always wanted to refresh him memory. As he turned the page to the mating rituals of the blowfly, his cell phone rang. Placing a bookmark between the pages, he shut the book and retrieved his phone from his inner jacket pocket. It was Doc Robbins. Curious, he answered.
"Grissom."
"Someone's going to have trouble hitch-hiking," Doc replied. Grissom furrowed his brows a bit, unsure of what Doc was talking about.
".. What?" he asked, taking his glasses off and holding them between his thumb and forefinger.
"Remember the decapitated head that was sent a few months back?" Of course Grissom remembered. It had been an ordeal. He bit on the end of his glasses for a second, and then set them down on the table.
"Yeah .." Grissom started, hesitantly. Where was he going with this?
"Well, we've now got a finger to go with that head. A thumb, to be exact." Grissom's face was still in confusion, but he shook his head and let out a slight sigh. "Not the same guy, but .. I guess I didn't have to tell you that," Doc added on.
"Alright," he said, resigned. "I'll send .." Grissom was now walking out of his office to see who was available. It was a no-brainer, really. He knew that everyone was just waiting for something to happen. He saw Greg walking around with the rooster hat on his head, still laughing every time it moved around. Grissom went to say something as he passed, but then decided against it. "I'll, uh .. I'll send Nick down." Grissom closed his phone and placed it back in his pocket. He turned around to get another glimpse of Greg as a rooster, and then shook his head. He went into the room where Warrick and Nick were sitting, still trying to out-do each other.
"Say good-bye to that $20 of yours," Nick said, tossing another card into the wastepaper basket. Grissom looked at them, then at the basket, then at them again.
".. What are you doing?" he asked, looking at them, his brows furrowed a bit again. They looked to him in mid-throw, but didn't say anything. Grissom let out a sigh as he shook his head in disinterest. "Nick, I need you to go talk to Doc. He found a finger, and I need you to go and process it. Thanks." As he walked out of the office, Nick and Warrick looked to each other, and then continued throwing. Grissom shook his head slightly as he heard the sound of Warrick cheering. He figured that he had won the bet. Grissom sighed again, and went to go find Greg to talk to him about his “hat.”
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas.
Characters: Warrick Brown, Gil Grissom, Doc Robbins, Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes.
Prompt: 001.Finger.
Word Count: 826.
Rating: PG
Summary: A slow night in the Las Vegas Crime Lab gets interrupted when Doc Robbins is sent a miscellaneous body part.
Author's Notes: Very, very slightly based off of the episode, "Jackpot," from Season Four.
Monday night in the Las Vegas Crime Lab. The beginning of the week: not exactly everyone's favorite time. Things for Grissom and his team were moving pretty slow. There had been one supposed crime scene that they had to check out, but it ended up being a prank of some kind. No further investigation was necessary, and everyone was loitering around the lab, looking for ways to keep themselves entertained.
Greg Sanders, who had only recently gotten out of the lab and into the field, had managed to keep himself occupied by creating a rooster-esque hat with a face mask and a blown up rubber glove. He kept bobbing his head around so the inflated glove would move around in succession. After each bob, he would laugh lightly. Bob. Laugh. Bob. Laugh. Bob. Laugh. He seemed to be enjoying himself, so no one really bothered to ask him stop. Besides, it provided some good entertainment for those who were watching.
Nick Stokes was taking turns watching Greg look like a rooster and trying to throw cards into a wastepaper basket set six feet in front of him. It kind of mimicked Greg's pattern of bobbing his head and laughing. Throw. Grunt. Throw. Grunt. Throw. Cheer. Throw. Grunt. Every so often, he would turn and look at Greg. He'd watch him for five or so minutes, then go back to throwing the cards.
Warrick Brown was similarly entertaining himself by making paper airplanes and trying to get them into the same wastepaper basket as Nick. He was doing a better job than Nick was doing, and they had made a bet about who had a better shot. Warrick bet on himself, and Nick had done the same.
"You're gonna owe me twenty bucks," Warrick said, propelling a paper airplane forward with a flick of his wrist. Nick rolled his eyes a little, but didn't say anything. He was too focused on trying to get the cards in the basket.
Grissom, unlike the rest of the lab's men, was spending his time doing some productive. He had stored himself away in his office, re-reading an Entomology book that he had gotten for himself a year ago. He had already read the thing at least twice, but he always wanted to refresh him memory. As he turned the page to the mating rituals of the blowfly, his cell phone rang. Placing a bookmark between the pages, he shut the book and retrieved his phone from his inner jacket pocket. It was Doc Robbins. Curious, he answered.
"Grissom."
"Someone's going to have trouble hitch-hiking," Doc replied. Grissom furrowed his brows a bit, unsure of what Doc was talking about.
".. What?" he asked, taking his glasses off and holding them between his thumb and forefinger.
"Remember the decapitated head that was sent a few months back?" Of course Grissom remembered. It had been an ordeal. He bit on the end of his glasses for a second, and then set them down on the table.
"Yeah .." Grissom started, hesitantly. Where was he going with this?
"Well, we've now got a finger to go with that head. A thumb, to be exact." Grissom's face was still in confusion, but he shook his head and let out a slight sigh. "Not the same guy, but .. I guess I didn't have to tell you that," Doc added on.
"Alright," he said, resigned. "I'll send .." Grissom was now walking out of his office to see who was available. It was a no-brainer, really. He knew that everyone was just waiting for something to happen. He saw Greg walking around with the rooster hat on his head, still laughing every time it moved around. Grissom went to say something as he passed, but then decided against it. "I'll, uh .. I'll send Nick down." Grissom closed his phone and placed it back in his pocket. He turned around to get another glimpse of Greg as a rooster, and then shook his head. He went into the room where Warrick and Nick were sitting, still trying to out-do each other.
"Say good-bye to that $20 of yours," Nick said, tossing another card into the wastepaper basket. Grissom looked at them, then at the basket, then at them again.
".. What are you doing?" he asked, looking at them, his brows furrowed a bit again. They looked to him in mid-throw, but didn't say anything. Grissom let out a sigh as he shook his head in disinterest. "Nick, I need you to go talk to Doc. He found a finger, and I need you to go and process it. Thanks." As he walked out of the office, Nick and Warrick looked to each other, and then continued throwing. Grissom shook his head slightly as he heard the sound of Warrick cheering. He figured that he had won the bet. Grissom sighed again, and went to go find Greg to talk to him about his “hat.”