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Warning: Ummm, crack!fic? that's about it.

Jodine16: My sister, mum, and I were talking about which was better to use to degrade blood; ammonia or bleach and how much to use when this bunny came barrelling out of nowhere. There’s no real logic to this fic.

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Greg and Shopping

Greg whistled merrily as he strolled down the aisles of his favourite shopping center. He grinned when he found what he was looking for. Grabbing several containers, he put them in his cart before going to the cash out. While he waited for the guy in front of him to pay for his stuff, Greg rubbed his cheek. His darling lover what been having a vivid dream of being at the circus and accidentally scratched him in his sleep. 'Hodges is definitely not going to let this one die down anytime soon,' he had thought when he looked in the mirror.

He shook that silly thought off when he saw it was his turn. He gave the kid at the till a grin as he deposited his goods onto the counter.

"Woah, what do you need four bottles of ammonia for?" the pimply kid asked, scanning them.

And do you think Greg could hold his tongue?

"The human body has eight litres of blood, you know," Greg replied conversationally, handing over discount coupons. He had to bite the inside of his mouth and tongue to keep his grin contained at the slightly mortified look on his face.

After paying for his bottles, Greg put them in the cart and headed out the door to his car. He was just walking back to his car, after putting the cart, when he saw a police car parked in front of the store and the kid and his manager, Greg assumed, talking with an officer. He rolled his eyes when he saw the kid point to him and the officer nod. Greg walked over to his car. And sat on the trunk, waiting patiently for the cop car to pull up to him.

"Greg, you really need to stop your antics," Brass said, getting out of the driver's seat.

"I dunno, I think the look on his face when I told him what I'm using the ammonia for was pretty priceless," Greg replied with a grin.

"You realize this could be considered a waste of the department's time, right?" Brass eyed his exuberant lover

"Pfff, I'm not the one who called." Greg shrugged. "So, can I go? Grissom's waiting for me at the lab."

"Don't you guys have ammonia there?"

"Yeah, but Rodriquez, the head custodian, said he was going to show us how to properly use the stuff if we touch it. Have a great day!" With a happy grin, Greg got into his car. Turning it on, he pulled out of the parking lot, leaving behind an exasperated Brass, freaked out cashier, and irritated store manager.

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Jodine16: Okay, how many people think that Greg, wouldn’t do this?