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CSI Quotes Taking Sock of the Situation, Lady Kes Notable Conversations, Lady Kes Too Late, mossley Fear: Of Tomatoes and Tuxes, Lady Kes Artistic Entomology, Lady Kes The Official Fanfiction University of CSI, CSICo-ordinator "Taking Sock of the Situation" - Lady Kes
The guests at their wedding were more than a little startled at the line in the invitation that read, "Please bring a pair of silly socks," but most chalked it up to the fact that this was after all Grissom and Sara getting married and went searching for silly socks. "Taking Sock of the Situation" - Lady Kes
"Notable Conversations" - Lady Kes
The first note landed on his lap in the middle of a thoroughly useless and utterly boring seminar on properly documenting a crime scene. Think they’ll document my crime scene after I die of boredom?
I haven’t passed notes in class since fifth grade. That’s how boring this is.
He tried not to think about the fact that when she was in fifth grade, he’d already gotten his Ph.D. It was too depressing. You look sad. Don’t worry, only four more hours. Do you wanna go out? Check yes or no. He passed the note to her and watched as she smiled, finally realizing what he was talking about. She did not, however, respond immediately, which made him nervous. He turned back to the presenter, his mind whirling. Was he too late? Was he too old? The what-ifs swirled through his head, but his spiral into self-doubt was halted by another note. She had scribbled out "go" and written "make" above it, then checked yes. "Notable Conversations" - Lady Kes
"Artistic Entomology" - Lady Kes
"What do you think that one’s supposed to represent?" Brass whispered to Catherine, who was staring at a triangular painting in total disgust.
"I think it represents a five foot eleven workaholic attempting to pretend that he has other interests." she whispered back "I do have many interests, Catherine." Grissom said, startling them both. Catherine contemplated once again how much trouble she would be in if she put a bell on her taciturn supervisor. At least then she would know when he was sneaking up behind her. "Yeah, okay, Gil. Why don’t you wander on over to Sara and explain that you and she are like the two sides of the triangle and that only within the grander scheme of the lab can you two have a beautiful relationship. I’m sure she would love being compared to the squiggles of a maggot," Brass said rather sardonically.
"Artistic Entomology" - Lady Kes
"Fear: Of Tomatoes and Tuxes" - Lady Kes
Warrick and Nick shook their heads before Warrick said, "Sorry, Cath, I think Nick and I will be occupied trying to find tuxes that fit before Friday. Why don't they give us more notice than this?"
"So they make sure we won't all arrange to be in Abu Dhabi that night," Sara said somewhat sardonically. Sara had to laugh. This man was apparently incorrigible, and she would have said as much had Grissom not stepped out of the dressing room. Unfortunately she lost the power of speech due to the sight of Grissom in a tux. Even more unfortunately, Cliff had not lost his ability to speak and said, "My god, you are so hot!"
"Well, yes. Those boxers have seen better days, and don't you want to be wearing nice boxers when a beautiful woman sees them?"
"No one except me will be seeing my boxers," Grissom said firmly. Sara's first coherent and non-X-rated thought was 'Damn, that man looks even better than he did at the store.'
"Fear: Of Tomatoes and Tuxes" - Lady Kes
"Too Late" - mossley
"Touch that and you die." Nick froze. He completely believed the threat. The unseen voice left no doubt about the seriousness of the situation. Licking his lips nervously, Nick slowly lifted his arms up and turned around cautiously. "I've got a wife and kids. They need me," he pleaded. "Stow it, Stokes. Grissom promised me that truck," Sara said as she crossed the garage. "You so bored you gonna kill me over a truck?" "Yep. And I'll make it slow, too." "Too Late" - mossley
"The Official Fanfiction University of CSI" - CSICo-ordinator ((Camilla & Princess Artemis))
"I have to stop betting with Warrick on these things," the lab-tech-actor said sadly, and Nina was torn out of her hateful stare-other-shipper-into-submission-and-the-true-way to look up. "Seven times out of ten, they bicker like this."
"Your own fault for betting with a talented ex-gambler," the woman replied. "Don’t you think he’s looked into the odds?" "Ecklie?" Nina muttered, but got no answer as she was pushed into a convention hall and saw hundreds of faces turned to look at her. And at the podium, Ecklie was throning, looking sour.
"Ah, I believe that is the last two," he said, giving Nina and Juliana both a hard glare until they slinked down on available seats. "Welcome students! I am Conrad Ecklie, and you will call me Mister Ecklie and nothing else or I will give you homework from here to eternity, which incidentally is as long as it would take me to play matchmaker for Miss Sidle and Doctor Grissom, or send them on a holiday to Kuala Lumpur because they’ve worked so hard, poor things." He paused a moment, looking for a moment as though he were trying to cough up a hairball. Greg munched thoughtfully. "I guess decent is as decent ships and... Is that girl drawing us?"
"Seems so." "Then why are her eyes so glazed?" "I think she’s picturing us naked," Nick replied, squinting at her a little. Greg thought this over. "Let’s get her some more to drink, then show the drawing to Ecklie and tell him it’s meant to be him and Grissom. I’m sure he’ll love it..." "You’re mean, man." Greg grinned and raised his glass as if in toast. "No, I’m educating." "Not really," Elisa replied. "Well, some of us Catherine/Warrick shippers tried to dump a bucket of mistletoe on the two so they’d be forced to kiss. Unfortunately, they are both very fast and we dumped it on Hodges and Doc Robbins instead and they actually did kiss, just to spite us, I think. I’m gonna be blind for a year."
"I give them three days," Warrick said lazily.
"Four," Catherine countered. "Care to make a wager on that?" "Continuing on," Robbins said, moving the slide forward, "we have Grillows." A picture of a barbecue was prominently displayed. "I know what a grill is, but I’m not sure if the Grissom/Catherine shippers are grilling ‘ows’ or ‘lows’ on it. Actually, this is a particularly egregious example of the common practice of taking the names of the members of a pairing and smashing them together like a trainwreck. Sandle is another, but it conjures up images of shoes rather than something largely unidentifiable. Incidentally, if anyone tries to ship me with Catherine and calls it RobCat, I can assure you that person will find themselves hip-deep in a ten thousand page essay on the damages of smashing and stupidity."
"The Official Fanfiction University of CSI" - CSICo-ordinator ((Camilla & Princess Artemis))
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