Post by jaglady on Feb 28, 2009 19:45:52 GMT -5
Rating: K
With the New York Crime Lab on lockdown for the night, Danny and Lindsay, and Adam watch Monty Python in the computer lab. Adam becomes The Knight On A Quest. With disastrous results.
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I do not own anything of CSI NY or its intellectual properties. Neither do I own anything belonging to the Monty Python lads. Please don't sue me until I get my $13 per month tax cut. :pillowfight:
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Detective Mac Taylor sighed tiredly as his brown eyes scanned the lab.
“Everybody here? Great. It came to my attention that we’re gonna be here on lockdown tonight as long as it takes. The Chief informed me that we have a citywide emergency out there, so the crime lab has to be on alert. Sorry for the inconvenience. So I recommend you call your families, and then order some pizza or get something out of the fridge. Get caught up on work or just grab a nap somewhere. In other words, make yourselves comfortable until I hear otherwise. Any questions?” He craned his neck around the room. “Don?”
“Anybody care if I sleep on the break room sofa?” a glassy-eyed Detective Flack wanted to know. “Been pulling some double shifts, and it’s been catching up to me.”
The former Marine shrugged. “That’s fine. Somebody will wake you up if we need you.” He looked around the room at his team again. “Any more questions?”
Disgruntled silence.
He put his hand up. “Okay. If I get the all clear, you can go home. Now, just for tonight I’m easing some of the restrictions on the computer lab. If you want to watch a movie or something, go ahead. You know the drill. Nothing you wouldn’t let your mother watch. Till then, stick around.” With that he left.
Danny Messer slapped the table and groaned in frustration. “I don’t believe this, man! Stuck here! What the hell are we supposed to do all night?”
Lindsay Monroe walked in, holding a DVD. “Come on, Danny. You heard what Mac said. I rented a bunch of movies at lunchtime. Let’s watch.”
The bespectacled CSI peered over her shoulder. “Monty Python and the Holy Grail? Hey, I haven’t seen that one in a long time.” A smile crossed his face.
Lindsay nodded. “And hey. That’ll take your mind off being stuck here for the night.”
Danny and Lindsay sat in front of the main computer screen and watched.
“I still love Monty Python. This stuff’s still as good as it was when I used to watch it!” Danny said as the reflection shined off his glasses.
A weary Adam Ross hunched his shoulders as he strolled past the computer lab. “Hey, what are you guys watching?”
Danny turned to him. “It’s the Monty Python lads, Adam. Monty Python and the Holy Grail” he said in a fake English accent. Lindsay giggled.
“You like that, huh? We are The Knights that say Ni! Ni! Ni!”
Adam wandered in and pulled up a chair behind them. “Hey, can I watch?”
Lindsay smiled at him. “Sure, why not?”
Before long, Adam found himself transfixed on the monitor. “Hey, this is pretty cool! We are the Knights that say Ni! Ni! Ni! And we demand a sacrifice!”
“Never seen this before?” Lindsay asked, her eyes still on the monitor.
“Nah. The Knights That Say Ni! Ni! Ni!”
Danny glanced behind him. “Hey Adam! Take that somewhere else, will you? You’re bugging me with that!”
The scruffy-bearded CSI smiled as he walked through the silent hallways. “I am the Knight Who Says Ni! Ni! Ni! I am the Keeper of the Sacred Word! And I demand a sacrifice! Your shrubbery!” he said in an English falsetto.
Don Flack lay on his side, arms folded, snoring happily on the brown break room couch when a shrill sound pierced through his sleep.
“Ni! Ni! Ni!”
He convulsed with every syllable. Annoyed, he opened one eye toward the sound. “The hell is that?” he snarled.
Adam turned toward him. “Oh, hey. Just saying ‘Ni! Ni! Ni!”
Don closed his eyes tightly and pulled his jacket over his head. “Well shut up!”
“Sorry.” He crept past the tired detective. Safely out of the dark break room, he began again. “Ni! Ni! Ni!”
Don pursed his lips as he held his jacket more tightly over his ear. “Somebody take my gun away from me!” he growled.
Sheldon Hawkes sat on a chair with his feet up, his arms folded, eyes closed, when a noise made him jump. He landed on the floor with a start.
“Ni! Ni! Ni!”
Groaning in pain, he stood up tiredly. Adam was at the doorway, peering in curiously.
“Adam! That you making that noise?”
He raised his eyebrows at the tired M.E. “Uh yeah.”
“What are you doing?”
The CSI smiled. “I am The Knight That Says ‘Ni! Ni! Ni!’ And I demand a sacrifice!”
Without another word, Hawkes produced his bone saw. “You ever do that again, and you’re gonna be the sacrifice. Now cut it out!”
Adam quickly turned around and paced down the hall.
“I am no longer The Knight That Says ‘Ni! Ni! Ni!’ I am now The Knight That Says ‘Icky, Icky, Icky!’”
“Adam!”
Adam stopped in the darkened hallway.
Mac Taylor stood in the doorway of his office. Not angry. Not laughing. Just looked down at him.
The CSI widened his eyes. “Uh, yeah?”
“The Knight is about to go on a quest. Come with me.”
His eyes darting around the darkened hallway, he followed his boss down to the lab.
With his hand, Mac pointed toward a mass on the table. “Night shift was just sorting through this pile of garbage to find a diamond ring from our latest murder case. But they’re backlogged, and I need for you to give them some help.
Adam wrinkled his nose as he looked at the stinking pile of food, cans, cups, and whatnot. He then looked ruefully at his boss.
“Uh, Icky, icky, icky?” he said weakly.
Mac nodded. “Yeah. Icky, icky, icky. Let me know when you find something.” He patted Adam’s shoulder and headed for the door. “Have fun.”
With the New York Crime Lab on lockdown for the night, Danny and Lindsay, and Adam watch Monty Python in the computer lab. Adam becomes The Knight On A Quest. With disastrous results.
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I do not own anything of CSI NY or its intellectual properties. Neither do I own anything belonging to the Monty Python lads. Please don't sue me until I get my $13 per month tax cut. :pillowfight:
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Detective Mac Taylor sighed tiredly as his brown eyes scanned the lab.
“Everybody here? Great. It came to my attention that we’re gonna be here on lockdown tonight as long as it takes. The Chief informed me that we have a citywide emergency out there, so the crime lab has to be on alert. Sorry for the inconvenience. So I recommend you call your families, and then order some pizza or get something out of the fridge. Get caught up on work or just grab a nap somewhere. In other words, make yourselves comfortable until I hear otherwise. Any questions?” He craned his neck around the room. “Don?”
“Anybody care if I sleep on the break room sofa?” a glassy-eyed Detective Flack wanted to know. “Been pulling some double shifts, and it’s been catching up to me.”
The former Marine shrugged. “That’s fine. Somebody will wake you up if we need you.” He looked around the room at his team again. “Any more questions?”
Disgruntled silence.
He put his hand up. “Okay. If I get the all clear, you can go home. Now, just for tonight I’m easing some of the restrictions on the computer lab. If you want to watch a movie or something, go ahead. You know the drill. Nothing you wouldn’t let your mother watch. Till then, stick around.” With that he left.
Danny Messer slapped the table and groaned in frustration. “I don’t believe this, man! Stuck here! What the hell are we supposed to do all night?”
Lindsay Monroe walked in, holding a DVD. “Come on, Danny. You heard what Mac said. I rented a bunch of movies at lunchtime. Let’s watch.”
The bespectacled CSI peered over her shoulder. “Monty Python and the Holy Grail? Hey, I haven’t seen that one in a long time.” A smile crossed his face.
Lindsay nodded. “And hey. That’ll take your mind off being stuck here for the night.”
Danny and Lindsay sat in front of the main computer screen and watched.
“I still love Monty Python. This stuff’s still as good as it was when I used to watch it!” Danny said as the reflection shined off his glasses.
A weary Adam Ross hunched his shoulders as he strolled past the computer lab. “Hey, what are you guys watching?”
Danny turned to him. “It’s the Monty Python lads, Adam. Monty Python and the Holy Grail” he said in a fake English accent. Lindsay giggled.
“You like that, huh? We are The Knights that say Ni! Ni! Ni!”
Adam wandered in and pulled up a chair behind them. “Hey, can I watch?”
Lindsay smiled at him. “Sure, why not?”
Before long, Adam found himself transfixed on the monitor. “Hey, this is pretty cool! We are the Knights that say Ni! Ni! Ni! And we demand a sacrifice!”
“Never seen this before?” Lindsay asked, her eyes still on the monitor.
“Nah. The Knights That Say Ni! Ni! Ni!”
Danny glanced behind him. “Hey Adam! Take that somewhere else, will you? You’re bugging me with that!”
The scruffy-bearded CSI smiled as he walked through the silent hallways. “I am the Knight Who Says Ni! Ni! Ni! I am the Keeper of the Sacred Word! And I demand a sacrifice! Your shrubbery!” he said in an English falsetto.
Don Flack lay on his side, arms folded, snoring happily on the brown break room couch when a shrill sound pierced through his sleep.
“Ni! Ni! Ni!”
He convulsed with every syllable. Annoyed, he opened one eye toward the sound. “The hell is that?” he snarled.
Adam turned toward him. “Oh, hey. Just saying ‘Ni! Ni! Ni!”
Don closed his eyes tightly and pulled his jacket over his head. “Well shut up!”
“Sorry.” He crept past the tired detective. Safely out of the dark break room, he began again. “Ni! Ni! Ni!”
Don pursed his lips as he held his jacket more tightly over his ear. “Somebody take my gun away from me!” he growled.
Sheldon Hawkes sat on a chair with his feet up, his arms folded, eyes closed, when a noise made him jump. He landed on the floor with a start.
“Ni! Ni! Ni!”
Groaning in pain, he stood up tiredly. Adam was at the doorway, peering in curiously.
“Adam! That you making that noise?”
He raised his eyebrows at the tired M.E. “Uh yeah.”
“What are you doing?”
The CSI smiled. “I am The Knight That Says ‘Ni! Ni! Ni!’ And I demand a sacrifice!”
Without another word, Hawkes produced his bone saw. “You ever do that again, and you’re gonna be the sacrifice. Now cut it out!”
Adam quickly turned around and paced down the hall.
“I am no longer The Knight That Says ‘Ni! Ni! Ni!’ I am now The Knight That Says ‘Icky, Icky, Icky!’”
“Adam!”
Adam stopped in the darkened hallway.
Mac Taylor stood in the doorway of his office. Not angry. Not laughing. Just looked down at him.
The CSI widened his eyes. “Uh, yeah?”
“The Knight is about to go on a quest. Come with me.”
His eyes darting around the darkened hallway, he followed his boss down to the lab.
With his hand, Mac pointed toward a mass on the table. “Night shift was just sorting through this pile of garbage to find a diamond ring from our latest murder case. But they’re backlogged, and I need for you to give them some help.
Adam wrinkled his nose as he looked at the stinking pile of food, cans, cups, and whatnot. He then looked ruefully at his boss.
“Uh, Icky, icky, icky?” he said weakly.
Mac nodded. “Yeah. Icky, icky, icky. Let me know when you find something.” He patted Adam’s shoulder and headed for the door. “Have fun.”