Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, or any of its characters. CSI is owned by Alliance Atlantis, CBS, & Anthony Zuicker. Nor do I own the Smurfs, Flintstones, or the Blue Man Group. All I own is this story, which is a product of my own fevered imagination.

Response to the Oct. 18th Unbound Improv Challenge. 1st & last lines given.


"Shut up Greg, you're dead."

"Come on Sara," Greg whined "I said it was an accident"

"An accident! How the heck could this be an accident?" Sara yelled.

"Come on Sara, it's not that bad."

"Not that bad?? Greg, my skin is dyed blue. I look like a member of the 'Blue Man Group' for heavens sake!"

"Actually, you look more like Smurfette."

"Smurfette!" Sara yelled

Adding insult to injury isn't your wisest move Greg." Nick advised.

"Hey, Smurfette was hot!"

"Greg, I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear you say that." Said Brass, shaking his head.

"It's just blue food coloring, Sara, it will come out eventually."

"Eventually? You are so dead!"

Grissom took in the whole scene from the doorway.

"Greg, what's going on here, & why is Sara blue?"

"It was an accident Griss." Greg exclaimed.

"How do you accidentally dye someone blue?"

"I was helping Lindsey with her science project. We decided to make a volcano."

"And that pertains how?" Grissom asked.

"I'm getting to that. Anyway, we had set it up on the break room table, and had just loaded it up with the food dye when Sara came in."

"Wait a minute, why blue coloring?"

"Because we didn't have any red." Lindsey answered rolling her eyes.

"Oh, of course, how silly of me." Grissom said. "Please continue."

"Lindsey was showing Sara the volcano. She had just leaned over it, when it malfunctioned and went off in her face."

"And now, I'm stuck looking like some blue-faced freak until the dye wears off!" Sara complained.

"You don't look like a freak" Grissom replied.

"Oh really?" Sara asked "What would you say I looked like then?"

Grissom tilted his head to one side, and examined Sara closely.

"More like an Indigo Goddess, really."

Sara couldn't help but smile at the complement.

"Come on Sara," Grissom said "I think I might have something in my office that will help get the dye off your skin."

With that, Grissom took Sara's arm, and led her from the room.

On his way out, he turned to Greg.

"Greg, when we get back I expect you to have the blue spots off the ceiling."

"You got off easy Greg." Said Brass.

"No kidding."

"I've just got one question for you Greggo."

"What's that Nick?"

"Do you really think Smurfette is hot?"

"Well, she's no Wilma Flintstone, but she's awfully cute in a short blue sort of way."

As he watched the two friends clean, Brass knew it was going to be one of those days.