Office Hour

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She's staring at the wall between Geoff's vacan office and her own...wondering if it would be bad to ask for it to come down so she could have ALL the space.

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[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom knocks on the doorframe, and smiles seeing CJ eyeing her wall.

"We could tear it down, but you'd have to deal with the guilt of the substitute not having a proper office."

And yet, something tells him he's going to be pulling out an old jumpsuit and tearing down a wall soon.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Turning her head slowly, she can't hep but grin.

"Am I that obvious, Gil? Because if I am, you know that I really won't carry any guilt for the substitute."

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He smirks, stepping in to the survey the wall as well.

"Obvious wouldn't be the word I would choose. Not the first one, anyway."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"What would be the first choice, there, Dr. Grissom?" she teases and stands taking up a position beside him.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He shoots her an 'Even I know better than that' look and gestures to the wall.

"It actually wouldn't take more than an afternoon to take that wall down. It's not load-bearing - in fact it looks as if it was an addition in the first place, and not a particularly sophisticated one."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Glancing at him sideways with a devilish grin, she can't help but laugh.

"Yeah? You think we can really do it?"

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He smiles wide.

"I'm sure Sara would let you borrow her sledgehammer. Although you may have to borrow one of my jumpsuits," he chuckles, because Sara is fairly tall, but not that tall. In fact, neither really is Grissom, but he wears a size large to accommodate the junk in his trunk.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"I think I have plenty of clothes, Gil...but a sledgehammer might be, um, cathartic."

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Got any free time tomorrow?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"I live to destroy property on Fridays."

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He nods with glee. It's so on.

"I'm free all day. I'll be in my office, and I'll bring the supplies. Wear clothes you never want to see again, and you might want to cover your hair," he shrugs.

He cocks his head. "You picking up the tab for lunch?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Sure, Gil. I'll get lunch. Ching Tai take out ok?"

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"I like meat that comes on a stick," he smiles. "And if you can swing any student manual labor, as long as they have a penchant for destruction they fit the bill."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Meat sticks it is...and I have 301 tomorrow. I'm sure I can figure out how to extract some work from them and teach them reciprocity at the same time."

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"I have no doubts you can do just that."

He takes a few steps toward the door, looking back at the wall and making some mental calculations.

"I'll come in tomorrow early and take the measurements I need, and do a few other things. But I need to run now, see you after 301?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"See you then, Gil. Thanks!"

OOC

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

OMG! I haven't even technically left yet, and you're already taking over my office? You have a heart of ice, you do.

Shouldn't you at least, I don't know, hang a wreath on the door or something?

*cries*

;)

Re: OOC

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Ice to the core.

It's closure. No, really. *nods hard* If she has to look at his empty office it'll make her go crazy with despair. We cna't have that.

Re: OOC

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

You totally should name something after me then.

The Geoffrey Chaucer Memorial Book Closet.

Hey, it could happen.

(Go crazy?)