Hestia
Coroner
(Oh wow, I did not expect this, but it's funny! :lol: So I guess I'll bring this thread back from page two)
*Sara proceeded to cover their makeshift chimney with soot will Nick stood by with an ink roller and some paper. Warrick and Greg easily "slid down" but Brass and Grissom were wary.*
Brass: Something tells me I'm gonna get stuck in that thing.
Sara: You won't get stuck.
Nick: But if you do, we'll get some baby oil from Greg's locker. *laughs*
Greg: Hey!
*Brass sighed and got into the wooden enclosure. It was a tight fit, but he made it out. Grissom was last, and at that moment Catherine walked by. She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of her four co-workers in Santa suits; three of them covered in soot.*
Catherine: Wow. Did I miss something?
Sara: It's an experiment.
Catherine: *laughs* What kind of experiment requires four Santas?
Nick: The kind that sticks me with the boring ink work.
Grissom: Shouldn't you be printing our feet?
Nick: *sigh* Yeah. Step up.
*He spread the ink on the soles of their boots, then commanded them to step on the paper right in front of their feet.*
Nick: Alright, so judging by the size of the boot prints, and the distribution of soot on each of you... *he pauses to look down at their crime scene photos. Sara leans over Nick's shoulder and takes a look*
Sara: *smirk* Grissom's guilty.
*Sara proceeded to cover their makeshift chimney with soot will Nick stood by with an ink roller and some paper. Warrick and Greg easily "slid down" but Brass and Grissom were wary.*
Brass: Something tells me I'm gonna get stuck in that thing.
Sara: You won't get stuck.
Nick: But if you do, we'll get some baby oil from Greg's locker. *laughs*
Greg: Hey!
*Brass sighed and got into the wooden enclosure. It was a tight fit, but he made it out. Grissom was last, and at that moment Catherine walked by. She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of her four co-workers in Santa suits; three of them covered in soot.*
Catherine: Wow. Did I miss something?
Sara: It's an experiment.
Catherine: *laughs* What kind of experiment requires four Santas?
Nick: The kind that sticks me with the boring ink work.
Grissom: Shouldn't you be printing our feet?
Nick: *sigh* Yeah. Step up.
*He spread the ink on the soles of their boots, then commanded them to step on the paper right in front of their feet.*
Nick: Alright, so judging by the size of the boot prints, and the distribution of soot on each of you... *he pauses to look down at their crime scene photos. Sara leans over Nick's shoulder and takes a look*
Sara: *smirk* Grissom's guilty.