Sociology Open Lab // December 13

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom opens the lab with a smile on his face, although he looks pretty tired from knockin' boots all night okay, from changing his LJ layout instead of sleeping.

He sets up this totally gross, yet strangely intriguing program on a laptop in the front of the classroom, in which you can, by inputting your weight and manipulating several basic variables, find out just how long it would take your body to decompose in various situations.

He opens his lunch as the next natural step, of course, and then looks disgusted. There might be seaweed in his salad, and may be making him more than a little miserable.

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty walks in to lab carrying his homework for yesterday. "Hey Dr. Grissom, I got caught up in RL in some things yesterday and couldn't make it to class. Is there a way for me to make it up?"

Marty looks at Grissom's lunch and frowns. "You know if you're not going to eat that, the cafeteria is making food to order. I had an Omelette yesterday and there wasn't any singing so it should be safe."

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom is amused, but of course, does not actually register any emotion on his face.

"I'm trying to incorporate some macrobiotic foods into my diet," he says with disgust.

Grissom takes Marty's homework from him, and quickly looks it over. "NP, Martin. These things happen, and you aren't the type to skip without reason. This," he says, waving the paper, "is more than sufficient. Although you should go tell me your semester grade. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/drgrissom/8186.html)."

"Oh," he reaches into the desk and hands Marty another piece of paper. "Here's your study guide for the exam by the way."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh. Macrobiotic. Looks like kelp. What's it taste like?"

Marty takes the exam guide and gives it a quick onceover.

"Thanks Dr. Grissom. Is there anything else I should be aware of for the Final?"

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Chewing on a pile of natural fertilizer," he jokes, pushing his lunch aside and wishing he hadn't forgot his sandwich at home.

"No, that's it. You'll do fine, as long as you review your material. I wouldn't be overly concerned."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

"Gil?" Sara pokes her head in through the door. "I think we switched lunches--I don't want roast beef." She makes a face, walking in with the container.

[ooc: *glomptackles* Thanks! *loves new layout*]

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Roast beef," Grissom says with an almost wistful tone, taking it from her with a smile. He's actually got an appetite today. "Thank you. Do you want to sit for a minute and eat, or do you have to get back?"

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

"I can stay--my students looked appropriately panicked when I passed out the study guides and are now in the library." She chuckles, taking a seat at an empty desk and snagging the unwanted salad. "I wasn't kidding when I told them the date of their exam."

[ooc: :D :D :D :D]

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Well, denial is often a reliable coping mechanism, for a time anyway," he smirks. Taking a bite of his sandwich, he looks pretty blissful.

"Have you started developing your forensics curriculum, by the way? I have some old binders from various seminars read: an OCD folder full of links you could take, if you're interested."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

"I've begun preliminary work, but I'll probably beg for those links take you up on that once final grades are submitted. Also, I found a vase (http://www.dillards.com/images/product/hhw072_fi.jpg) we can give your mother." She passes over a picture before spearing a forkful of greenery.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"It's perfect," he says with a reassuring smile. "She'll love it."

"Mom would like to speak to you, by the way. I think just to work out some basic plans. Here's her e-mail address," he says, scribbling it down for her.

"And don't agonize over it. She's not going to judge you by the contents of an e-mail."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

"Okay. I'll email her tonight and see what she has in mind." She smiles, not quite as nervous as she expected to be.

"I think Mike will be emailing you again, for much the same reason. He doesn't like working with me--says I'm too anal about details."

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"You?" he laughs, refraining from making a comment about how she sterilizes not only her apartment, but also his, on a regular basis.

"Have you spoken to your brother at all? You know what? That's none of my business. I apologize."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

"Hard to believe, isn't it?" she says dryly, fighting off laughter.

"No--it's all right, Gil. I did tell him we would be in San Francisco after Christmas. And I told him why. He wants to come with us." She sighs, fork toying idly with a piece of lettuce.

"It's long overdue, I think."

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Good, good."

He puts his food down, grabs a fruit cup out of his lunch bag, and stands up, walking over to the student desks and sitting down next to her. He places the fruit on her desk but otherwise doesn't invade her space.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

She chuckles. "Thank you." For the fruit, for the company, for not pushing.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Well, I wasn't going to eat it," he says wryly. "Do you need a spoon? I don't know if we have any in the kitchen... I have a new stainless steel micro spatula, it has a spoon on the back," he offers.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

"That should work--I didn't bring any spoons." She chuckles again. "Fruit isn't going to hurt you, Gil."

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"You don't know that. When I worked in the coroner's office in LA, we had a guy who died from being force-fed mango until he finally choked to death."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'd purposefully choke to death on mango to keep from eating it. I hate mango." She smirks.

"But there is a difference between a tiny fruit cup and whatever amount actually killed the vic."

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"I'll stick with roast beef, thank you. I know it's dead; it won't fight back," he says with a grin.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

A pause. "Fighting fruit is too strange, even for Fandom."

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"I've seen those Fruit of the Loom commercials. That grape guy? Fits the profile of a mission-oriented serial killer with power and control issues."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

"I was always more disturbed by the cherry."

Sanity? What sanity?

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"The cherry always struck me as more of a sexual sadist."

It's almost cute, that they still talk nerd even when joking around about their lunches. If by cute, I mean slightly disturbing.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

At least they've moved past the stage of nachos over an autopsy.

"Why a sexual sadist?"

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"The cherry's an outcast, even forced to wear that silly hat, yet he obviously must play along for some reason. I can see that aggression manifesting into dressing and controlling a submissive partner until it escalated to torture or even lust killing. Piquerism would be a natural part of the evolution, as the breasts or buttocks most resemble the roundness of the grapes and could work as a substitute, although it might stop at binding or clamping. I'd probably need to see the Cherry's rap sheet to be more accurate with a profile."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

She pops the end of the spoon in her mouth, freeing her hands.

//You do realize that anyone else would think this conversation completely insane, right?//

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

//Almost anyone. I'm sure G-R-E-G would find it amusing.//

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

//C-A-T-H would think we'd spent too much time in the lab.//

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

//No semi-unflattering nickname for C-A-T-H yet? I think you're slipping.//

He pauses, and shrugs.

//And she always thought I spent too much time in the lab. But it worked out just fine.//

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

//Well, I thought B-I-T-C-H would be a little uncharitable, even coming from me.// A slight smile.

//I haven't turned on my--// a frustrated look //s-c-a-n-n-e-r for a couple of months now.//

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

//Well, that's only because the pirate radio is more entertaining.//

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

//Speaking of which, I look forward to what it says about this tomorrow morning.//

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

//Probably Bug Guy holds open lab, is vaguely creepy, news at 11. Like usual. Of course, you could come over tonight and we could find something else to occupy our time with, rather than listen to the radio.//

His expression is innocent. His intentions? Not even close.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

//I could, yes. I don't have a class to think bout. There is an advantage to holding finals early.// Her expression probably matches his.

//Striped or red, I'm wondering?//

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Totally expressionless, he signs back.

//I don't suppose it matters much, considering how long you'll have them on. Whichever ones you're least attached to, in case they tear, would be the logical choice.//

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

//I don't make a habit of wearing candy canes, G-I-L.//

Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Funny," he says, deadpan.

//I can think of a few ways you could.//

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

"I thought so, yes."

//For some reason, I think they'd look better on you. And I would enjoy licking them off.//

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Don't laugh. Don't smile. Don't...

He smiles. //You have a dirty mind, Sara. I think we have a date.//

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

An answering smile. //Sounds good to me. And now, I should probably go before your students walk in on an impromptu biology lesson.//

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

//See the advantages of learning sign language? I'll see you later. What would you like for dinner? Any preference?//

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

//Surprise me.// She begins to walk away. //In a good way.//

A quick smile and she's gone.