OOM: vive le Mardi Gras!

[csi_catherine]

It's just a car.

Sititng in the parking lot, unassuming, blue, carefully locked. A small compact model. Nothing special about it.

Poor, poor Ecklie's car.

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is of the private opinion that Ecklie has earned whatever happens to his car. Namely:

1) It isn't parked in an area under surveillance.
2) It belongs to him.

Reasonable justification for a prank.

"Okay," she says with a grin, "I've got stuff that won't permanently damage his car."

[csi_catherine]

"Shhhhh--keep your voice down, there are people walking into the building," Catherine hisses softly, nodding to the stray workers drifting through the front doors. "We're going to have to hide if anybody else comes out..."

[lvpd_sidle]

She watches intently for a few minutes. "All right--that's the last of 'em. We came in at the end of a shift change. Here--you take this string of beads..."

[csi_catherine]

Catherine palms the beads--as well as a huge canister of glitter and a can of whipped cream--and sneaks stealthily towards the car, heavily armed and deadly, deadly serious. There's absolute silence in the parking lot, broken only by the distant roar of traffic.