Bits and Pieces of CSI

BY : fareys_delight
Category: CSI > General
Dragon prints: 2511
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or its characters in any way or form. I make no money from this work of fiction and will continue to make none from this fiction. I do this for pleasure.

Title: Oblivious

Fandom: CSI

Pairings/Characters: Greg/Grissom

Word count: 269

Warnings: Nothing really

Reposted: August 13, 2017

AN: I'm sure that you're all going “What the flying fuck is this bitch doing?” At least on AO3.

 

To note: I'm going through ALL OF THE BITS AND PIECES and doing an edit. And in the case of AO3, I'm reposting them in the order of me editing them. Yeah, this is the fun part of discovering everything that I lost after my flashdrive reformated on me. *sighs*

 

But this is mostly in prep for October where I'm posting 5 Naruto Horror Bits and Pieces. So I hope you come join me when that happens.

 

I did this mostly because I could not deal with hunting down each and every chapter to replace them. Just not happening.

 

Enjoy!

 

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They were sitting together, just relaxing after another long day of working on the cases that came through their labs. Greg’s head was resting on the arm of Grissom’s arm chair as he tried to relax after the day he had dealt with. “Two rapes, three homicides and an officers shooting,” he grumbled, rubbing at his tired eyes. “And when I wasn’t stuck in the lab, I was kneeling on the ground, picking hairs off the damn floor.”

 

“You did want to become a field tech,” Grissom said, smiling as his youngest tech pouted.

 

“I know, but I wasn’t expecting to have to worry about shedding cops,” Greg groaned, sending a look at his friend and boss. “The guy was leaving hairs all over the damn place. The entire scene was…” he trailed off, sitting up fast, eyes narrowed in thought. “The entire scene was covered in his shed hair.”

 

Standing up, he was up and running for his lab, the pictures and the tests he wanted still tucked away in an evidence box. Writing down why he was breaking the tape, he pulled out what he wanted and walked into a conference room, finding Grissom already there. Laying out the pictures, he explained his thoughts, getting a small smile and a nod from the older man before they passed on the information to the detective that was working the case.

 

Once the crooked cop was arrested and the confession had been gotten, they were back in Grissom’s office once more, Greg laying out on the couch, snoring softly as Grissom read a new journal about tarantulas.



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