Capture the Flag, CSI style

Jim heard the door open and smiled when he heard Catherine's voice. "What Rick and I don't count?" Jim said as he was trying not to be so scaried. At least everyone was blindfolded, so no one could see that Jim was shaking.
 
Sara was helped into the van, much to her dismay, and sat down with that blindfold on. "Who's here?" She asked, trying hard to keep track of her co-workers.

"Shut up, Sara." Kirsten said, after being placed in the van after the brunette. Previously on the Day Shift, Kirsten had always liked having Grissom as a boss, instead of Ecklie. Not to mention the fact that she had better relationships with the CSIs on the night shift, even if they were a bit bitchy at points.

The woman scowled, tempted to try and remove her blindfold, if only to get a clear view of where she was going to hit Kirsten.
 
(This is way complicated! :eek: but I shall try and go along with it...)

After much hesitating and confusion, Grissom let himself be lead to the van and blindfolded. He was never one for silly games like "Capture the Flag". He was more of a chess person. The blindfold didn't make him feel any better.

'What now?' he wondered.
 
(I'll post later, I still have to read the rules, and I'm already multi-tasking as it is)
 
"So, who's missing?" Monicka asked. She was getting anxious and wanted to know who the slow poke was the was holding them up. "I'm guessing, Grissom, was the last one to get in. And ... Sara ... before that?" she loved to show off her skills of knowing well, almost everything. But, she could tell Sara was annoyed, so she stayed quiet and sat calmly in her seat.
 
(Heh... everyone seems to annoy Sara. Poor Sara! :D I also have to figure out the rules...)

The waiting was starting to get on his nerves, but Grissom remained quiet.
 
Ashley Curtis sat in the van that held the dayshift personel. "There should be 8 of us. What we're going to do is count off." Ashley said to the members in the van. "One."

Jim Brasssat in the van that held the nightshift personel. "There should be 8 of us. What we're going to do is count off." Jim said to the members in the van. "One."
 
"Two." Catherine said. She could tell by the sound of his voice that Brass was scared. "Awww, calm down Brass, everything is okay." she said with a small giggle afterwards.
 
((I'm playing Jessica and Greg for AmandaSzmanda, just so you know. Also, yeah, Sara is annoyed...Meh, it happens.))

"Fifty-five!" Greg pipped up, attempting to throw the Graveyard shift off track on their count. A large smile split the man's face as he waited for his joke to effect someone.

Sadly for Greg, the joke did effect someone...Sara Sidle. After trying her best to figure out where the voice came from, Sara kicked a long leg at Greg. Her leg came in contact with someone alright...Though, she wasn't quite sure who...
 
"Fuck." Jim called out as he felt someone kick him. Jim didn't like playing games, espically when he was forced to play. "Can we count correctly this time Sanders." Jim yelled. "ONE!" He said to them.
 
"Sorry," Sara said quietly, realizing that she had kicked Jim instead of Greg. "Two," She called.

Greg heived a sigh, he didn't like counting correctly. "Three..." He said, "party pooper." He added in a low mutter.
 
Sara refrained from kicking Greg again. Which really proved how strong her will-power was. The woman crossed her arms over each other, simply sitting there.

Greg dropped his head slightly, though, continued to joke around. "Come on, Brass. Lighten up."

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((Please disgard the last post I made as Kirsten, she's in the other van...))

Jessica sat still in the van, preparing for the count. Though, she was kicked slightly by somebody.

"Sorry," Kirsten mumbled, feeling her leg hit something.
 
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