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nirix5dancingphoul: It was Sara, in the lab, with the microscope. A blunt blow to the head, and Grissom was dead on arrival of the medic.
butterflied CSI: Damn. You found me out.
butterflied CSI: I won't go without a fight.
dancingphoul: Nick, take her out.
dancingphoul: ::Nick moves in, and grapples Sara, putting her in cuffs. After frisking her, he finds a flask of what was once Rum::
butterflied CSI: Shit.
dancingphoul: You've been drinking again.
butterflied CSI: You weren't supposed to find that... I... uh... got it from Jack.... yeah, that's it. On my vacation in Tortuga a few weeks ago. It's... just a... souvenir. Yeah.
dancingphoul: Jack drinks by the bottle, what does he need a flask for?
butterflied CSI: ...He was sharing. But he never shares it all. *pouts*
dancingphoul: ::phone rings::
dancingphoul: Yeah? uh-huh...
dancingphoul: That was Mr. Sparrow...
dancingphoul: ...
dancingphoul: Oh
dancingphoul: Sorry
dancingphoul: Captain Sparrow
butterflied CSI: Pssh. You should know better, Nicky. I've seen the pirate shirt in your locker that you think no one knows about.
dancingphoul: He said he gave you a whole bottle, and that you were supposed to drink it with him there.
dancingphoul: And now I've just been informed that his First Mate, a Mr. Gibbs, is missing his flask, and that Jack's inventory is one bottle shy.
dancingphoul: So now we add Theft to murder.
dancingphoul: And don’t tell anyone about my pirate shirt.
butterflied CSI: ...we don't have to add theft to murder, Nick. I can share.
dancingphoul: …it's a Halloween surprise…
butterflied CSI: *waves flask seductively* Half of this is alllllll yours.
butterflied CSI: So I can blackmail you with the shirt?
dancingphoul: I ...I'm flattered, but Brass will kill me.
dancingphoul: not really-
dancingphoul: you'll just spoil the surprise.
butterflied CSI: ...Brass? I didn't know you had a thing going with him.... O_o
dancingphoul: ....
dancingphoul: I don;t
butterflied CSI: ....
dancingphoul: he has the whole place under surveillance
dancingphoul: and he's right behind me, too
dancingphoul: :;points::
butterflied CSI: *looks around shiftly* Well then.
butterflied CSI: There's only one thing to do.
dancingphoul: ?
butterflied CSI: *kills brass*
dancingphoul: what's that?
dancingphoul: ....
dancingphoul: ok
dancingphoul: bring on the Rum
dancingphoul: savvy?
butterflied CSI: -savvy.
butterflied CSI: *hands it over*
dancingphoul: ::takes off Nick mask, it's Cap'n Jack underneath::
dancingphoul: You didn’t think I'd let you get away with my Rum, didja?
butterflied CSI: Hey baby. Love the role playing stuff. *hands over the rum*
dancingphoul: Thank ye.
butterflied CSI: ...so I have a proposition for you.
dancingphoul: ::drains rum flask::
dancingphoul: Aye?
dancingphoul: Whuzzat?
dancingphoul: You're not gonna ask me to marry you, are you?
butterflied CSI: …No. How do you feel about being the chief of my Yakuza army? ...Will doesn't have to know. *thinks* Neither do Warrick or Catherine, for that matter...
dancingphoul: hmmmmm....
dancingphoul: Maybe
dancingphoul: But is there more rum where this came from?
butterflied CSI: *grins and opens up her locker* Oh honey. You know me better than that. *the locker is full of rum*
dancingphoul: Hmm...
dancingphoul: ::pulls chin braids thoughtfully::
dancingphoul: Howzabout you leave me by me one-see with all this swag, and I'll give it a think, eh?
butterflied CSI: *pulls out katana and holds it up to his neck, but in a very nice way* Howzabout you give it a quick think and let me know in... oh, say... three seconds?
dancingphoul: ::parries katana with sabre::
dancingphoul: lemme taste the rum first, to see how good it is
dancingphoul: ::tastes rum from one bottle:: and REALLY BAD EGGS!!!!
dancingphoul: I think we have an accord
butterflied CSI: *rolls eyes* That's good. I don’t think you would like what I'd have to do to you if you were disinclined to acquiesce to my request.
butterflied CSI: Damn. You found me out.
butterflied CSI: I won't go without a fight.
dancingphoul: Nick, take her out.
dancingphoul: ::Nick moves in, and grapples Sara, putting her in cuffs. After frisking her, he finds a flask of what was once Rum::
butterflied CSI: Shit.
dancingphoul: You've been drinking again.
butterflied CSI: You weren't supposed to find that... I... uh... got it from Jack.... yeah, that's it. On my vacation in Tortuga a few weeks ago. It's... just a... souvenir. Yeah.
dancingphoul: Jack drinks by the bottle, what does he need a flask for?
butterflied CSI: ...He was sharing. But he never shares it all. *pouts*
dancingphoul: ::phone rings::
dancingphoul: Yeah? uh-huh...
dancingphoul: That was Mr. Sparrow...
dancingphoul: ...
dancingphoul: Oh
dancingphoul: Sorry
dancingphoul: Captain Sparrow
butterflied CSI: Pssh. You should know better, Nicky. I've seen the pirate shirt in your locker that you think no one knows about.
dancingphoul: He said he gave you a whole bottle, and that you were supposed to drink it with him there.
dancingphoul: And now I've just been informed that his First Mate, a Mr. Gibbs, is missing his flask, and that Jack's inventory is one bottle shy.
dancingphoul: So now we add Theft to murder.
dancingphoul: And don’t tell anyone about my pirate shirt.
butterflied CSI: ...we don't have to add theft to murder, Nick. I can share.
dancingphoul: …it's a Halloween surprise…
butterflied CSI: *waves flask seductively* Half of this is alllllll yours.
butterflied CSI: So I can blackmail you with the shirt?
dancingphoul: I ...I'm flattered, but Brass will kill me.
dancingphoul: not really-
dancingphoul: you'll just spoil the surprise.
butterflied CSI: ...Brass? I didn't know you had a thing going with him.... O_o
dancingphoul: ....
dancingphoul: I don;t
butterflied CSI: ....
dancingphoul: he has the whole place under surveillance
dancingphoul: and he's right behind me, too
dancingphoul: :;points::
butterflied CSI: *looks around shiftly* Well then.
butterflied CSI: There's only one thing to do.
dancingphoul: ?
butterflied CSI: *kills brass*
dancingphoul: what's that?
dancingphoul: ....
dancingphoul: ok
dancingphoul: bring on the Rum
dancingphoul: savvy?
butterflied CSI: -savvy.
butterflied CSI: *hands it over*
dancingphoul: ::takes off Nick mask, it's Cap'n Jack underneath::
dancingphoul: You didn’t think I'd let you get away with my Rum, didja?
butterflied CSI: Hey baby. Love the role playing stuff. *hands over the rum*
dancingphoul: Thank ye.
butterflied CSI: ...so I have a proposition for you.
dancingphoul: ::drains rum flask::
dancingphoul: Aye?
dancingphoul: Whuzzat?
dancingphoul: You're not gonna ask me to marry you, are you?
butterflied CSI: …No. How do you feel about being the chief of my Yakuza army? ...Will doesn't have to know. *thinks* Neither do Warrick or Catherine, for that matter...
dancingphoul: hmmmmm....
dancingphoul: Maybe
dancingphoul: But is there more rum where this came from?
butterflied CSI: *grins and opens up her locker* Oh honey. You know me better than that. *the locker is full of rum*
dancingphoul: Hmm...
dancingphoul: ::pulls chin braids thoughtfully::
dancingphoul: Howzabout you leave me by me one-see with all this swag, and I'll give it a think, eh?
butterflied CSI: *pulls out katana and holds it up to his neck, but in a very nice way* Howzabout you give it a quick think and let me know in... oh, say... three seconds?
dancingphoul: ::parries katana with sabre::
dancingphoul: lemme taste the rum first, to see how good it is
dancingphoul: ::tastes rum from one bottle:: and REALLY BAD EGGS!!!!
dancingphoul: I think we have an accord
butterflied CSI: *rolls eyes* That's good. I don’t think you would like what I'd have to do to you if you were disinclined to acquiesce to my request.
