Great. As if this day wasn’t bad enough. First, Greg was late due to a failing alarm and shitty morning traffic, second he was assigned a case with Sara where he had to wade through several large dumpsters - third Ecklie cornered him and snarled about walking through reception whilst smelling of crap, fourth he hadn’t seen Nick since last night and finally - an army of brain hungry zombies were invading the lab. Perfect! This was the worst Monday ever.
“Greg, stop daydreaming!” shouts Warrick as he shoves a shotgun in to Greg’s grasp. “They’re going to break through any minute now, fuck,” he curses, renewing the magazine in his own gun. The double doors leading in to the lab are shut, locked and barricaded with furniture and whatever else the team could find. The sound of low groans and blunt nails scraping against the glass is almost deafening as the undead, including some of their work colleagues, try to bust their way through. Of all the things Greg’s ever wanted to be, a zombie buffet is not one of them.
The rest of the team are lined up behind an overturned desk, loading up as many guns as possible and collecting any other available weapons, stuffing them in to vest and pants pockets. There’s a clunking noise that draws Greg’s attention, and he looks up to see one of the creatures banging a severed blue sleeved arm against the glass. Not too far down the line in an armless Hodges, groaning with blue and green bruised eyes and blood gurgling from his lips. Oh, Greg is so not being eaten by Hodges the Zombie.
There’s a hand on his shoulder and it squeezes against his vest. He turns to see Nick smiling reassuringly at him. “I’m not letting you out of my sight,” he says. Greg nods. “When they get in, stay close to me, ok?” he nods again and Nick leans down to kiss him, hard and wet and all too quick.
Warrick side glances them with wide eyed confusion. “Uh, guys…?”
Nick shakes his head. “Not the time, man. If we survive this thing we’ll go out for a beer and I’ll tell you how we fell in love.” If Greg’s heart wasn’t in his stomach, it would be fluttering.
A loud crash breaks their attention. The zombies are starting to pour through. Grissom emerges from behind his team, pistol in each hand and rifle strapped to his back and what looks like post of ants strapped to his belt. “Right team, let’s go to work…”
Great. As if this day wasn’t bad enough. First, Greg was late due to a failing alarm and shitty morning traffic, second he was assigned a case with Sara where he had to wade through several large dumpsters - third Ecklie cornered him and snarled about walking through reception whilst smelling of crap, fourth he hadn’t seen Nick since last night and finally - an army of brain hungry zombies were invading the lab. Perfect! This was the worst Monday ever.
“Greg, stop daydreaming!” shouts Warrick as he shoves a shotgun in to Greg’s grasp. “They’re going to break through any minute now, fuck,” he curses, renewing the magazine in his own gun. The double doors leading in to the lab are shut, locked and barricaded with furniture and whatever else the team could find. The sound of low groans and blunt nails scraping against the glass is almost deafening as the undead, including some of their work colleagues, try to bust their way through. Of all the things Greg’s ever wanted to be, a zombie buffet is not one of them.
The rest of the team are lined up behind an overturned desk, loading up as many guns as possible and collecting any other available weapons, stuffing them in to vest and pants pockets. There’s a clunking noise that draws Greg’s attention, and he looks up to see one of the creatures banging a severed blue sleeved arm against the glass. Not too far down the line in an armless Hodges, groaning with blue and green bruised eyes and blood gurgling from his lips. Oh, Greg is so not being eaten by Hodges the Zombie.
There’s a hand on his shoulder and it squeezes against his vest. He turns to see Nick smiling reassuringly at him. “I’m not letting you out of my sight,” he says. Greg nods. “When they get in, stay close to me, ok?” he nods again and Nick leans down to kiss him, hard and wet and all too quick.
Warrick side glances them with wide eyed confusion. “Uh, guys…?”
Nick shakes his head. “Not the time, man. If we survive this thing we’ll go out for a beer and I’ll tell you how we fell in love.” If Greg’s heart wasn’t in his stomach, it would be fluttering.
A loud crash breaks their attention. The zombies are starting to pour through. Grissom emerges from behind his team, pistol in each hand and rifle strapped to his back and what looks like post of ants strapped to his belt. “Right team, let’s go to work…”
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Also, wow - you just totally made me appreciate zombies.
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That image of Grissom is just so awesomesauce! And I love how Nick is there reassuring Greg.
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“Oh, Greg is so not being eaten by Hodges the Zombie.”
*giggle-snort -giggle*
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