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Aliens? by Indianajonesfan [ - ]
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Category: CSI - General
Characters: Gil Grissom, Jim Brass
Rating: G
Genres: Humour
Warnings: None

Summary: Pending





Brass walked out into the cool desert night air and headed for his Taurus, it had been a very long shift that had gone right to the next shift so he had been given this shift off. He got in, started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. About ten minutes before he would have reached his house a bright, white light blinded him and he had the sensation of floating in nothingness.

The next thing he knew he was in a large, domelike metal room.

This kind'a looks like the inside of a space ship, but that's impossible.

Brass thought he heard a noise, "Hello, anyone there?"

(Echo) "Hello, anyone there."

Brass heard the noise again and spun to face it. What he saw was a being so horrible that when he tried to scream his mouth opened but no sound came out. He began to back away, squeezing his eyes shut and covering his face with his hands trying to block out what he had seen. Suddenly the sensation of floating was back and just as suddenly it was gone. He risked a peek and had to squint because of the desert sun in his eyes.

Wait desert sun, I must be back where I was before.

He removed his hands from his face and looked around. He had good news and bad news. Good news was that he was no longer where he was a minute ago with that hideous thing in front of him. Bad news was that he was in the middle of the desert with no way to get back home or even know which way to walk to go home. All he could see was sand in all directions and the sun was heating the desert fast. He decided on a random direction and began to walk with hopes to find some signs of civilization.

After a long time of walking, or at least what he thought was a long time since he hadn't been wearing a watch the heat began to get to him. He was drenched in sweat and was so thirsty that he began to have hallucinations, which started out as trees and water but progressed to people who would talk to him. He looked around and saw a grayish-black strip to the right of him. He walked over to it ignoring the feeling that his feet were on fire.

A road! Maybe a car would drive by and he would be saved. What's that rumbling?

He looked up and saw a police car headed his way he began to jump up and down waving his arms. The car slowed to a stop and the driver rolled down the window, "What are you doing out here?"

Brass who had doubled over panting answered in a hoarse voice, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." He straightened up and reached inside his suit jacket removing his badge and displayed it, "Captain Jim Brass, Las Vegas Police."

"I see well I can give you a ride to the hospital so you can be treated for dehydration.

"Thanks," Brass got in the car they drove off towards Vegas.

When night had already fallen, he was walking alongside his friend Gil Grissom back at the lab. "I'm telling you this is not a joke. I swear I was abducted by aliens and left out in the desert."

"I know you're not joking Jim, you really think you were abducted by aliens." Grissom grinned, "If you want I could get you an appointment with the department psychologist." he added slyly.

"I don't need a psychologist!" Brass snapped angrily.

"Oh really?" chided Grissom, "Do you by chance remember what you told me last week?"

"No" Brass responded puzzled.

"You told me that traumatic experiences like being abducted by aliens required a psychologist and you even went so far as to get me an appointment which I never went to by the way."

"Shut up, I'm not going to the psychologist."