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Sociology Office Hours | January 20, 2006

Grissom is in his shared office with Lorelai - ~~moping at the amount of sparkly, glittery things on the shelves~~ considering some re-decoration, ~~doing Sudoku puzzles~~ contemplating complex mathematical theory, ~~eating very unhealthy snacks~~ eating healthy snacks, ~~reading porn~~ preparing for next week's classes, and ~~reading his friendslist on livejournal~~ doing some online research for an article he hopes to have published soon.

Come by and bug him, he's here all day.

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Swallowing hard, she sounds supremely pissed. "Not exactly. Jack and I have been locked in room two's closet since fifth period yesterday."

She takes a long drink of coffee and then grabs the next edible thing she sees...and she doesn't even care if it has bugs in it.

Luckily, the chocolate covered grasshoppers are in the gross fridge that's on the floor, next to a big jar of rotting pig's blood.

But if CJ sees them, he certainly won't stop her. They're surprisingly delicious, according to him anyway.

However, his food may involve macrobiotic ingredients that taste like dirt.

"Oh my god. I was under the impression that the door couldn't lock behind you. How are you feeling?"

He goes to the icky fridge and grabs her a bottle of water, putting it down on the desk in front of her as she chews and giving her a 'you know why' look, before tossing another dirty look at her coffee to emphasize the point.

Swallowing hard she flashes a smile and uncapps the bottle.

"It locks behind you if your boyfriend locks you in. Geoff and Ten thought it was time for Jack and I to talk out our problems. Which would have been just peachy...if they hadn't left us there overnight."

She tips the bottle back, draining a quarter of it, then looks down at it. "How old is this?"

"It isn't that old," he says a little too firmly, before thinking, and then re-stating. "It isn't old. It has vitamins in it, or electrolytes, or Chinese herbs, or something that apparently has health benefits."

He shakes his head. "I'm pretty sure you won't mutate if you drink it."

"Certainly something must have come up for them to leave you in there, right?" He doesn't sound thoroughly convinced. "Have you been able to contact them?"

She looks at the label, then shrugs and drinks again. So science smells bad...and doesn't taste that great either. Oh well, she's thirsty.

"Not yet. Adam just let us out, and honestly? Biology first, you know?"

"It's actually a good sign you still had the urge to urinate." He's looking her over, up and down, although as if he was studying any inanimate object.

"Any dizziness, rapid heart rate, fatigue? With the elevated temperature of the confined space, your dehydration could be rather serious. One more day in those conditions, and you and Jack could have died."

He's such a comfort, that Gil Grissom.

"No, doctor. I'm pretty sure I'm just fine." she says flatly, smirking at him, but then softens. "Thanks for the concern, Gil. Really, we just talked and then fell asleep. Not like we were fighting for our lives inside a padded closet. It just..sucks...to be forgotten."

"That might not necessarily be what happened... there are any number of variables that could have resulted in your situation."

He looks around for any other food he might have in his office as he continues to speak.

"Was the experiment effective, at any rate?"

"If the expected outcome was for me and my son to make nice...yes. If it was to see how I'd react to being confined overnight? I think the jury's still out." While he's looking around, she snatches the half eaten...thing...he had been munching and stuffs it in her mouth.

He turns around with his last box of crackers, and frowns at CJ.

"Oh," he winces, "you may not have wanted to..."

He stops talking and goes for his wastebasket. If CJ figures out what she's eating, she may spit it out, and he doesn't want his desk to be sprayed with...

Yeah.

She stops chewing, noting the look on his face. But it doesn't taste bad, and it's texture is only kind of weird...She opens the funky water again and swallows it all. "What? Ooh, crackers!"

He hands them over, shaking his head.

"CJ, do you want my lunch? It's just about all that there is left here, but then again, I ate today. And last night."

"I'll repay you, Gil. I'm just...I'm so hungry. Do you have any more water?" She puts three crackers in her mouth and washes them down with cold coffee. "I'll bring you lunch Monday. What do you like?"

"CJ. Stop. It's not a problem. I should start to check the classrooms at night before I leave anyway. I'm going to run and get some more water, I'll be right back."

He hands over his lunch and smiles reassuringly as he walks into the kitchen.

She smiles broadly at him. Ok, so there's two in the world she doesn't hate right now.

Deciding it's probably better to not examine his lunch too closely, she digs in, demolishing it. By the time he returns it's more than half gone.

He brings back two bottles of water from the fridge, which is now curiously empty, save a few condiments that really couldn't be eaten on their own under any circumstances.

"Feeling better?"

"Much better, thanks Gil. I'm sure this isn't exactly what you had in mind when we spoke in the lounge, huh?" She drinks most of the water in one, long swallow, then leans back and stretches and scratches her fingers in her hair.

"Ahhh yes, I vaguely remember you mentioning that my office has a creepy, I believe is the correct term, atmosphere."

His face breaks out into a twisted little smile. "I maintain that it was decidedly less 'creepy' when there were no Hello Kitty lunchboxes between the fetal pig jars."

"Yeah, that does give it a real split-personality feel." She looks around, picking Lorelai's touches out.

"I hate to eat and run, Gil...but I've worked my way down to number four on my list..and I need a shower."

"Well, I wasn't going to say anything..." he jokes with a wink.

"Have a good day, CJ. And if you need anything else, my door is always open ~~because you are so just like my BFF, minus the shady stripper past, and you can therefore walk all over me like the proverbial rug.~~"

She flashes him another broad smile...after wiping her mouth with his napkin, of course...and stands.

"An open door policy might just wind up biting you on the backside, Gil, because you know I'll take you up on it." ~~and I would never take advantage of your obvious weakness for strong redheads with great legs. Ever. Really.~~

"I hope you do. Just try to keep yourself out of locked, enclosed spaces, and I'll keep my cabinets stocked just in case."

He walks over the door to open it for her ~~because he is so, so weak~~, "Bye CJ."

"You're something special, Gil. Thanks." She waves back at him as she heads off to get clean.

~~Small enclosed spaces...you mean like, say, a locker? (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/416416.html?thread=17787808#t17787808)~~

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