Snickers Scenario's

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(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.
 
cath: what did grissom do
S: not grissom, but saint gris
cath: say what
N: in other words the assailant wore the same suit as grissom, and oddly enough is about the same height and weight me thinks.
grissom: so, can i get out of this then?
cath: not until i get a photo
rick: thats not fair
cath: call someone who cares

cath grabs her camera, that was conveniantly handed to her by nick, and turned to the four santa's.

cath: smile

the four didnt smile, they looked rather pissed off, except greg who smiled like a cheshire cat. cath managed to get nick and sara in teh shot, who both looked on the brink of tears from laughter.

brass: dont you two have to go back to the shop and get a list of people who bought the suit now?
S: party pooper
N: mature sidle
S: oh shuch, your the baby not me
N: i'm not a baby, im a babe, but not a baby
S: riiiiight...
N: you know i am
S: of course i do
N: you do?
S: of course, everyone knows your a baby nick :p
Rick: she got you there nick
N: hurumph...

grissom: both of you go now, before i put you on my naughty list
N: gris thats just wrong
S: gotta agree with nick on that one
grissom: no presents for you unless you go now, and ill start saying other things you dont want to hear
rick: what did i do to get put in this position?
greg: stop your whinging
brass: oh god rick, you just got told to shut it by sanders
grissom: NOW the people on my naughty list get put through lots of different weird tortures
N: NOOOOOO
S: we're going, we're going

nick and sara leave laughing, and cath remains watching the four santas looking at each other wondering what they do next.

cath: brass, rick and greg, you can all get out of your costumes, grissom ill take photos of you, for evidence, and then you can take yours off.
rick: thank god
cath: cath will be find rick, but thank you
rick: oh shush

nick and sara make their way to the shop to get a list of people who had bought the specific santa suit used in their murder.



ETA that was a bit long, WHOOPS, haha. i cant write short things, haha. oh well, someone else continue!!!
 
S: Well, at least we got something out of this. I think Grissom would kills us otherwise.
N: Yeah.
(Nick walks into the lab and sits behind a desk)
S: You're quiet.
N: (lifts his head) Huh?
S: I said, you're quiet.
N: Just thinking about the case. I mean, we know the suit our perp wear; now we need to go back and check to see if he was dumb enough to pay with a credit card.
S: Maybe we can just call...I'm not looking forward going back to that freak show.
N: Sar, this whole town is a freak show, in case you haven't noticed.
S: Yeah, but I like it here. Do you regret moving here?
N: (looks at her straight in the eyes) Not at all. I have everything I want here.

(OK, I'm totally without inspiration, so I didn't bring any drama)
 
S: me too *looks back at nick smiling*

nick smiles sadly, thinking she is once again talking about grissom, but totally misreading her signs, and is surprised when her hand snakes across the table to grab his.

S: why do you always think i'm talking about grissom?
N: did i say that out loud?
S: your eyes told me all i needed to know
N: i'm that obvious?
S: as am i, except you keep thinking i'm talking about grissom, when i'm not
N: then who are you talking about?
S: who's hand am i holding?

nick and sara looked at each other and both had a realisation, nick opened his mouth to speak but was cut off from the clearing of a throat from the door

brass: sorry to ah, interupt anything *looks at nick and sara's joined hands* but ah i got that list from the costume shop you wanted
S: ah yeah, um, get anything?
brass: a dump perp, paid with a credit card, got a name, Daniel Forster
N: well, looks like we know who our secret santa is :D
brass: thats bad nick, even for you :p
N: that hurts brass, it really does *clutches dramatically at heart*
S: oh god
brass: i'll send a uniform with you two to his house, address is here *hands piece of paper to sara*
S: thats brass
brass: no problems, now... as you were...

brass leaves and nick and sara realise they are still holding each others hands in the middle of the table

N: ahh, we should probably go pick up, what was his name?
S: daniel
N: yeah, daniel
S: i'm driving
N: fine :p
 
So they drive. After a few minutes or so Sara reaches for the car radio to kill the aching silence. It's late enough in December for all the radio stations to play happy Christmas songs.

S: (humming along with the radio) I'm driving home for Christmas, oh, I can't wait to see those faces...
Nick joins in.
N&S: I'm driving home for Christmas, yeah...
Sara grins but keeps watching the road. Nick figures now is the right time and he inhales deeply before he speaks.
N: Saradoyouwanttowatchamovieaftershift?
There's a short silence.
S: *frowns* Come again?
N: *takes a deep breath* Do. you. want. to. watch. a. movie. after. shift? Together, I mean.
S: *looks him in the eye*
N: (panicking) I mean, I understand if you don't want to I just--
S: Sure.
N: Really?
S: Yeah. *smiles* As long it's not Saw II. I really didn't like the first one.
Nick recalls the last time they watched a movie at his place, Sara's face unconsciously burried into his shoulder as she whimpered "Ow ow ow!" throughout the whole movie.
N: It's Greg's fault, he said it was good.
S: Fine, but can I pick a movie then?
N: We'll see. (just wants to be with Sara even if it means he has to watch a bad christmas movie)
S: OK. Your place or mine?
N: Mine. I'll cook.
S: (heart flutters) Alright.
Their smiles remain fixed upon their faces until they arrive at Daniel Forster's house.
 
by the time they had got to Daniel's house the radio had blasted out more merry christmas carols then either of them could deal with.

N: if i ever hear another christmas carol, it will be too soon
S: i agree, oh lord
N: what?
S: look at the house we are about to go into
N: *looks up and see's all the christmas lights* dang
S: should we collect samples of his lights to match to the murder weapon
N: its a good excuse to take them down
S: i agree
N: we are so in the holiday spirit, wanting to kill the singings of christmas carols and wanting to tear down christmas lights
S: atleast we arent dressed as santa and killing people
N: lets get this over with

after a rather quick interview, nick and sara had learnt that daniel was an arrogant bastard, and a stupid one, letting the CSI's unplug and take down all his christmas lights

back in the car, the back full of christmas lights, nick and sara set off back to the crime lab, the radio came to life and started bursting out christmas carols

N: no
S: oh god

both sara and nick reached their hands forward at the same time to turn the radio off and then connected, sending jolts of electricity through their bodies
 
Sara quickly pulls her hand back as if she just burnt it and is thankful she can blame her flushed cheeks on the cold weather. Nick turns the radio off. They drive back to lab in silence again, now and then offering each other a glance and smiling, quickly looking away when they meet eyes.

As soon as they matched the the christmas lights they go to Brass for a warrant to arrest Daniel Froster.

B: Do you really think the judge will convict him based on that? Those lights are for sale everywhere.
N: But we have the suit too!
S: And Froster has no alibi.
N: This case is solid.
B: *shrugs apologetically* I'm sorry guys.
S: Can we at least get a warrant for his fingerprints and DNA?
B: I'll see what I can do.

Nick and Sara go back to the lab and go over the evidence again, to find something they may have missed. They are both nearly sleeping from utter boredom when Brass calls Nick to tell him he's got them the warrant for fingerprints and DNA.

N: I'm driving this time.
S: Why?
N: Because I got a CD player in my car.
S: Thank God.
 
on the way back to daniel forsters house there were no christmas carrols to be heard, just country music, which sara at first protested to, but soon got caught singing along.

getting daniel's dna and fingerprints was easy and now the pair were headed back to the lab to try and match the fingerprints to the partials found at the scene and match the dna to the epithelials found on the christmas lights around the vic's neck.
 
After they matched the DNA and prints...

S: This can't be that easy.
N: Give yourself a break, it's almost Christmas.
S: *ignores* Let's arrest his ass.

They go see Brass and he sends a police officer to get Daniel Forster for interrogation.
 
in the interigation room

N: so daniel, why did you do it?
D: didn't
S: were you just getting in the christmas spirit?
D: i hate christmas
N: evidently
D: what would you know, about me huh
S: alot actually, daniel forster born june 21st 1974, both parents deceased, one sibling, lives in canada
D: you been checking up on me girl
N: firstly dont call her girl, and secondly yes
D: why, i didnt do nothing
S: so you did do something?
D: what?
N: double negative
D: you trying to confuse me wise ass
N: no, we just want to know why you felt the need to dress up as santa
D: i was getting in the christmas spirit
S: i thought you hated christmas
D: i do
S: so why were you trying to get into the spirit?
D: ok i wasnt, i hate christmas, i hate the whole bullshit idea of santa, tricking little kids to believe in things that arent true, making them sit on perverts laps and being touched and parents not caring because the man is dressed as santa so they are allowed to touch the kids
N: *swallows* you were molested?
D: yes
S: by santa?
D: no not by santa you stupid bitch, by a pervert dressed as santa
N: oi, dont call my partner a bitch. ok so you were molested, but what posessed you to dress like your molester and then kill an innocent man?
D: he wasnt fucking innocent, i've watch him, he dresses up as santa and then goes and pretends to make little kids dreams come true, he makes them sit on his knee and he touches them, I've seen him doing it!
S: so what, you decided to get your own back on youw childhood molester by killing one of many people that desses up as santa?
D: shut up, you wouldnt understnad!
N: your right, we wouldnt.
S: i think we're done here, officer

later

N: well, that was... disturbing
S: yeah, are you ok, like about well you know...
N: you know?
S: i saw your jaw clench when he mentioned molestation
N: oh, yeah, um, im fine, look, so you want to maybe get breakfast, i could use a friend to talk to
S: you sure?
N: yeah, i want to get it off my chest
S: well then, its a date.



soo... hu's going to do breakfast :p
 
That would be me. :p Here goes:

Moments later, at the diner...

Waitress: Have you made a decision yet?
S: Coffee and a vegetarien omelet.
W: Sir?
N: Same for me.
S: No meat? Already making new year's revolutions, Nicky?
N: No, it's just for this once. Having people eat meat in front of you when you're a vegetarian must be like being recently recovered alcoholic and having people drink beer in front of you.
S: *laughs* Fair enough. *attempts to get serious and tries to keep a straight face while nodding* Very gracious of you.
N: Only you can evoke my true charm. *grins and wiggles eyebrows suggestively*
S: *chuckles* I bet.
Their soft laughter slowly fades and both stare the other way.

I totally suck at this, haha.
 
((u dont suck missy))

S: so, have u ever had a vegitarian omlette before?
N: nope
S: i bet you'll love it
N: i bet i will want meat with it
S: well, you are texan
N: glad you've noticed
S: so...
N: yeah...
S: you want to talk here, or after
N: after, if thats ok with you, i mean i dont want anyone to overhere
S: thats fine with me

waitress comes over with their food, sara digs straight in and nick looks at his omlette suspiciously before sara looks at him and laughs.

S: grow a pair and try it, you'll like it, i bet you
N: i have a pair thank you very much :D

nick takes a bite of his omelette and it pleasently surprised, he takes another bigger bite

S: so
N: its not too bad
S: you luv it
N: ok its good, but dont tell warrick, he'll think im loosing it
S: ok, it can be our little secret... pansy
N: OI
S: sorry, had to be done :D
N: sure...

later...


someone else's turn
 
Yeah, um later...

S: OH, NICK YES! *moans*

That was a joke. Anyway..

When they have finished their omelets Nick calls the waitress for the bill.
W: Split the bill?
(at the same time:)
S: Yes.
N: No.
Sara gives Nick a surprised smile.
N: It's on me today. *gives the waitress some money* Keep the change.
Outside, they get into Nick's car.
N: So straight to my place or do you want to get your car first?
S: Nah, we'll get it later.
N: Ok.
 
Later, they arrive at Nick's place~

S: Wow, Nick its clean in here.
N: Well, I wanted it to look nice for you.
S: *smirk*
N: *sits down on the couch*
S: *sits next to him* So...
N: How about a movie?
S: Sure, what do you have?
N: Whatever you wanna watch, I'm not picky
S: *turns to Nick*


(sorry if that was lame, i just wanted to take a stab at one of these :p )
 
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