TITLE: FIVE CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATORS, ONE LAB TECH AND ONE HOMICIDE DETECTIVE GO ON HOLIDAY (SEVEN GO ON HOLIDAY)
RATING: G, I PROMISE NOT TO BE RUDE, HONEST.
CONTENT: GSR, HUMOUR.
SUMMARY: SEVEN WORKERS DECIDE TO GO ON HOLIDAY AND HAVE SOME FUN.
AUTHOR'S NOTE AND DISCLAIMER: SARA GRISSOM'S 'ROAD TRIP' AND 'CAMPING TRIP' WERE BOTH A CATALYST FOR THIS FIC, BUT I HAVEN'T COPIED ANYTHING FROM THOSE FICS. THEY JUST GAVE ME AN IDEA. I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS THAT I CAN THINK OF YET, BUT I'LL STICK A NOTE IN IF I CREATE ANY.
CHAPTER ONE: ANNUAL STAFF VACATION?
Grissom didn't like the conspiratorial looks on Catherine and Brass's faces as they ushered him into the break room. "What's going on?" Grissom was highly suspicious of his friends' motives.
"Oh, stop worrying," Brass muttered. He had hold of Grissom's left arm, and Catherine was tugging at the right side.
"Catherine, seeing as you're not supposed to be a human version of the rack, would you kindly stop trying to pull my arm out of its socket," Grissom snapped. "I'd be a lot more willing to move along with you if you told me what was going on," he added.
Catherine stopped tugging, and came to a standstill. Brass wasn't expecting the motion, so he carried on moving forward, unaware that he was the only one walking. He pulled Grissom's left arm, and Grissom was jerked forward into the break room, sending Catherine behind him almost on her knees. Nick, Warrick, Greg and Sara were on a break, and looked up with some amusement when they saw their superiors engaged in what looked like a tug of war.
"Now, now, children," Sara pretended to scold. "I know we all want Grissom to ourselves, but trying to divide him in a style reminiscent of King Solomon will only end in tears."
Grissom pouted. "I can't help it, Sara. They just grabbed hold of my arms and dragged me in here, telling me there was an important decision I had to make."
Nick nodded in realisation. "They want you to choose where we're going for our annual staff vacation."
Grissom, Greg and Sara's mouths dropped open. "Annual staff vacation?" they questioned in unison.
Brass nodded. "As a way of currying favour with us decent, hard-working night shift CSIs and other assorted nick-knacks, Sheriff Atwater has told me that we have been given a budget to go on holiday somewhere in the country. We go for two weeks, and with the budget, we pick a place to visit. We can order a minibus, and we look for a place to stay when we get to wherever we go."
Greg was sceptical. "Fair enough Brass, but why is Bug-boy here choosing the place? We all know he'll probably want to take us to some insect convention."
Grissom looked hurt, and Sara spoke up in his defence. "Firstly, 'Bug-boy here', as you so delicately put it, pays your wages. Secondly, he's boss of the night shift CSIs. We never get a say. We just merely bow to his whims." Sara sneaked a smile at Grissom over the top of Warrick's head.
"So," Catherine said. "Where are we going?"
"Jack Daniels distillery" Nick piped up.
"Oh yeah Cinderella. A, we can spend two weeks there, can't we? B, why don't you choose somewhere in Texas, not Tennessee?" Warrick snorted in mock-disdain for his friend. "How about the Grand Canyon?" It was no secret that Warrick was the geology buff.
"Most of us have seen it, Warrick," Catherine said. "Not unless we stock up on food and water, and park the minibus in the canyon, and stay there for two weeks," she suggested.
"Since it was your idea to get Grissom to choose where we would go, don't you think it's up to him?" Sara asked gingerly.
Grissom shot her a grateful smile. "Thank you. I think we should go to ..."