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Title: Meeting of the Minds
Setting: Post season seven.
Characters: Grissom, Giles and Xander.
Disclaimer: Buffy and the gang belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. CSI is all Zuiker and company’s.
Summary: Three AM. Two brains. One half eaten corpse. No chance.
Author's Notes: Dedicated to elementalv! Happy Birthday!
Rupert Giles slams his hand down on the table for added emphasis. "That. Is. Absolutely. Ridiculous," he forces out through gritted teeth. "Those bite marks are clearly caused by T’akeeal drones – just look at the striations along his mandibles!”
Gil Grissom almost throws down his pen as he leans across the table and glares at this interloper. “And I know the marks left by a common German Yellow Jacket when I see them. Some of us do this for a living, Mr Giles! Demon bugs indeed.”
Pushing his glasses up with one finger, Giles also leans forward and glares directly into his opponents face. “When I was called in by the Vegas police department as an expert, I assumed I would be treated as an expert, and not as someone to be ignored.”
“Perhaps,” snarls Grissom, “If you didn’t come up with such stories as imminent invading swarms of body hopping demon bugs, you might be taken more seriously!”
Xander watches on from the doorway, enjoying the spectacle. Impending apocalypse aside, this little trip to Vegas was turning out to be more way enjoyable than he’d believed.
Though for some reason, the words ‘broom closet’ kept running through his head.