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CSI Clue - Vegas Style Part III
Man, I'm on a roll and it's become apparent I have no life. -_-

Part III By Sasha

Part one: By Sasha
Part two: By MK



“You aren’t going to hazard a guess, Grissom?” Catherine questioned, arching an eyebrow. It was unlike the supervisor of Graveyard to not be able to at least throw a guess out there to eliminate the possible suspects.

“I would like to speak with the evidence some more,” Grissom replied, not looking up from the board and the current positions of everybody’s pieces.

Greg blinked slowly. “And I’m sure if there were any, it would be giving you a dramatic monologue.” Grissom just gave him a look and Greg looked away with a sheepish grin.

“Alright, I’ve got it this time!” Nick exclaimed, breaking in. “It was Mr. Green in the study with the candlestick!”

“Oh-ho! You throwin’ accusations at Mr. Green? I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into, Mustard boy,” Warrick warned.

“The honourable Colonel Mustard will not be intimidated by a pointy nosed rich man,” Nick replied, holding his head up high. “And if you’re acting like that, then I say that’s a tell-tale sign that you’re guilty!”

“Let us consult the evidence,” Grissom interjected, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Sara leaned over to Nick, and showed him a card that disproved his theory outright. “I hope the honourable Colonel Mustard has it in his condiment heart to forgive me for blowing his theory out of the water.” Nick made a face at her.

***

“Where the hell is Gil Grissom?” Conrad Ecklie demanded, “And Catherine Willows for that matter? There is work to be done here!”

Brass looked up from his delicious coffee and smirked slightly. “What’s got your panties in a bunch this time, Ecklie?”

“Brass! Where the hell is Grissom and Willows? I’ve looked all over this damn lab and I can’t find them anywhere!” Ecklie repeated, clenching the papers in his hand tightly. At Brass’ smirk, Ecklie became more enraged. “You know where they are!”

“Searched all over the lab, you say? I can see why they won’t let you work in the field anymore,” Brass quipped. “Gil and Catherine are conducting their evaluations and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to compromise that, would you?”

“At the same time? Do you expect me to believe that?” Ecklie asked, arching an eyebrow. “Some story, Brass.”

Brass took a long, contented sip of his coffee and looked back up at Ecklie. “Nah, they’re playing Clue as their evaluation. Swing and Graveyard combined, you know.”

Ecklie stared at him as if the Captain had grown six heads and they were all hissing at him with candy cane tongues. “Clue? The board game for children? They’re on the clock, on my payroll, playing CLUE? You have got to be messing around with me.”

“It’s educational and for all ages,” Brass chuckled, swishing his coffee around in his mug. “I’m not making it up either. You know how wacky Grissom can get. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go back to enjoying my coffee.” Ecklie grunted, and threw his hands up in the air before turning on his heel and stalking out. “Thank you for being my entertainment for the evening, Ecklie. Heh.”

***

“And Mrs. White escapes your clutches once again!” Greg triumphantly exclaimed, as Warrick put his face in his palm. “This cagey veteran is not going to be cornered that easily, Mr. Green! Now keep those enviable hands away from this cultured lady.”

“Please! Mr. Green has far better taste than that old battle axe,” Warrick countered, waving his hand in dismissal at the former DNA Lab tech. “Like lovely Miss. Scarlet for example. Now there is a lady worth Mr. Green’s time!”

Catherine laughed, and batted her eyelashes at Warrick. “This is one lady that will need more than a fist-full of cash to win over and a fine-tailored suit. Do you think you have what it takes to have a chance with Miss. Scarlet?”

“Is that a challenge? Mr. Green enjoys challenges,” Warrick grinned, as Sara quirked an eyebrow at the flirting that was obviously taking place between Catherine and Warrick.

“Pleasure will have to wait until we discover who the murderer is,” Grissom interrupted logically. “For those involved in the pleasure, one of them may be the murderer.”

“Kinky,” Greg commented, leering playfully at Grissom. “It seems there is more to Professor Plum than meets the eye.”

Grissom smiled enigmatically. “Elementary, my dear Mrs. White.”