CSI: Break
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigations
Title: Break
Author: Serialbathera
Theme(s): Nights, 25 Thought
Pairing/Characters: David Philips, Greg Sanders
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer/claimer: I only wish I owned these characters
Critiques: Yes
Word Count: 580
Summary: Set during “Werewolves,” David needs a break after Hodges, Archie, and Henry invade his work space.
David Philips couldn’t believe that those lab techs had disrespected a body like that. The decedent, Mr. Bradford, had been a person and it shouldn’t matte how much hair he had on his body. The techs wouldn’t normally come in to take pictures, and make the Morgue seem like a circus. They should have been taught better than to devalue someone’s death.
After David finished processing the body, he gave it to Dr. Robbins to perform the post mortem. He had told Dr. Robbins he was going to take a quick break.
David walked through a couple hallways till he got to the soda machine.
Greg Sanders was feeding coins into the machine. He looked up when he saw David walking in the hallways. “Hey Super Dave, What are you drinking, I’ll buy it for you.” He grinned a buddy grin.
“No, you don’t have too.” David’s father had taught him told him he shouldn’t go about accepting things from people. His father believed that a person should really only get gifts on big occasions.
“You look like you have been having a bad day, so it’s the least I can do. Which button?”
David figured his father couldn’t really begrudge him for accepting a free soda. It was only worth $.75, he could always buy Greg a soda next time they were at the machine at the same time. David pondered the buttons for a few seconds, “Grape, I guess. I have been having a bad day. ”
Greg pushed the button for Grape. The soda fell down, and Greg reached down to get it. He handed it to David. “Sorry to hear about that. You want to talk about it?”
David took the can, and opened it carefully. He took a long sip.
Greg fished more coins out of his pocket, and feed them to the machine. He pushed the button for Root Beer and waited for his soda. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He tapped the can a little before he opened it to take a sip.
“I’m just a little frustrated that some of the lab techs were disrespecting Mr. Bradford. I mean I understand curiosity on certain cases, but not turning the morgue into a circus.” David furrowed his brow a little.
Greg knew that Dr. Robbins had taught David to respect the dead, but he also knew that the lab techs probably didn’t realize they were being disrespectful. It was hard sometimes being in the lab, working with things, when you actually had to deal with humans- alive or dead. “Sometimes working in the lab makes you forgot that all evidence isn’t inanimate objects. I am sure they didn’t mean to be disrespectful. Hopefully, by the end of the shift they will realize they made a bonehead move, and apologize.” Greg gave him a warm smile, and patted his shoulder.
David laughed a little as a thought occurred to him. “Maybe Dr. Robbins and/or Grissom will find out about them and bitch them out.” He took another sip, and a few bubbles tickled his nose as he suppressed another laugh.
Greg chuckled. “I’d pay money to hear that conversation.”
“Me, too.” They exchanged a smile.
A series of beeps emitted from Greg’s pants pocket. “Got to go, I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Thanks again for the soda.” David called with a wave, as Greg started walking down the hall.
“Any time.” Greg shoot him a grin.
Title: Break
Author: Serialbathera
Theme(s): Nights, 25 Thought
Pairing/Characters: David Philips, Greg Sanders
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer/claimer: I only wish I owned these characters
Critiques: Yes
Word Count: 580
Summary: Set during “Werewolves,” David needs a break after Hodges, Archie, and Henry invade his work space.
David Philips couldn’t believe that those lab techs had disrespected a body like that. The decedent, Mr. Bradford, had been a person and it shouldn’t matte how much hair he had on his body. The techs wouldn’t normally come in to take pictures, and make the Morgue seem like a circus. They should have been taught better than to devalue someone’s death.
After David finished processing the body, he gave it to Dr. Robbins to perform the post mortem. He had told Dr. Robbins he was going to take a quick break.
David walked through a couple hallways till he got to the soda machine.
Greg Sanders was feeding coins into the machine. He looked up when he saw David walking in the hallways. “Hey Super Dave, What are you drinking, I’ll buy it for you.” He grinned a buddy grin.
“No, you don’t have too.” David’s father had taught him told him he shouldn’t go about accepting things from people. His father believed that a person should really only get gifts on big occasions.
“You look like you have been having a bad day, so it’s the least I can do. Which button?”
David figured his father couldn’t really begrudge him for accepting a free soda. It was only worth $.75, he could always buy Greg a soda next time they were at the machine at the same time. David pondered the buttons for a few seconds, “Grape, I guess. I have been having a bad day. ”
Greg pushed the button for Grape. The soda fell down, and Greg reached down to get it. He handed it to David. “Sorry to hear about that. You want to talk about it?”
David took the can, and opened it carefully. He took a long sip.
Greg fished more coins out of his pocket, and feed them to the machine. He pushed the button for Root Beer and waited for his soda. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He tapped the can a little before he opened it to take a sip.
“I’m just a little frustrated that some of the lab techs were disrespecting Mr. Bradford. I mean I understand curiosity on certain cases, but not turning the morgue into a circus.” David furrowed his brow a little.
Greg knew that Dr. Robbins had taught David to respect the dead, but he also knew that the lab techs probably didn’t realize they were being disrespectful. It was hard sometimes being in the lab, working with things, when you actually had to deal with humans- alive or dead. “Sometimes working in the lab makes you forgot that all evidence isn’t inanimate objects. I am sure they didn’t mean to be disrespectful. Hopefully, by the end of the shift they will realize they made a bonehead move, and apologize.” Greg gave him a warm smile, and patted his shoulder.
David laughed a little as a thought occurred to him. “Maybe Dr. Robbins and/or Grissom will find out about them and bitch them out.” He took another sip, and a few bubbles tickled his nose as he suppressed another laugh.
Greg chuckled. “I’d pay money to hear that conversation.”
“Me, too.” They exchanged a smile.
A series of beeps emitted from Greg’s pants pocket. “Got to go, I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Thanks again for the soda.” David called with a wave, as Greg started walking down the hall.
“Any time.” Greg shoot him a grin.