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[csi_sanders1129]

Type these words into your music library and post the name of the first song that appears. Ganked from icarusinstatic.

Run: Runaway // 3 Doors Down
Dream: Just A Dream // Carrie Underwood
Blood: Mouth (The Stingray Mix) // Bush
Home: Go Home // Barenaked Ladies
Night: You Shook Me All Night Long // AC/DC
Day: This Dark Day // 12 Stones
Kiss: Kiss Quick // Matt Nathanson
Kill: The Kill // 30 Seconds To Mars

Also, here, have a comment!fic meme because I need to write something that does not turn into an epic 30 page story. Leave a pairing (how about something uncommon (but that I still write)?) and a prompt please!

1. Nick/Monrow (Grimm) - cali_cowgirl08
2. Adam/Lawrence (Saw) - i_am_negotiable
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[csi-sanders1129.livejournal.com]

Haha, this was fun to write. And also a little bit ridiculous. Forgive me - I've been awake for more than 24 hours at this point. xD

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"Like they could actually get DNA results back inside of a week!" Nick snorts incredulously at the television as rerun episodes of various detective shows air. "And no decent precinct would dare keep a cop that destructive on the force. He'd have lost his badge and gun back in season one if my captain had anything to say about it." He takes a long swig from his beer, emptying the bottle, his fourth of the night. He stands, intent upon locating another, and heads toward the kitchen. "Why do these shows have to completely massacre actual police work and turn it into something all shiny and easy-looking? It trivializes the work and makes the juries expect evidence that's just not possible to show for every case."

Monroe laughs, grabbing the fresh beer Nick offers him when he returns and motions toward the screen. "At least you get some semblance of accuracy - aside from the gratuitous force used by certain fictional detectives who might be harboring some creature genes themselves, the flagrant disregard for job distinctions, and the speediness of test results for the sake of cramming an entire case into a forty-two minute block of time, of course. Me? I get Walt Disney's interpretation of Little Red Riding Hood to contend with, and a whole bunch of other fairy tales that enjoy bastardizing creatures and turning them into bloodthirsty monsters meant to scare children into behaving."

Nick has no response to that, but the silence that lapses between them as the horrendous cop show continues to play becomes too much to bear and so with all the impulsiveness typically associated with those who have perhaps imbibed a bit too much, he declares "We should write our own stories."

"What?" The blutbad sputters out, trying not to choke on his drink.

"You know, combine the cop stuff and the Grimm stuff into a story that's actually plausible. Come on, it'd be fun."

Monroe does not look amused, something closer to mortified. "That would be an incredibly boring story!"

"What? Why?"

"And the blutbad woke up at 6:15 and did his pilates, just like every other day. He made gourmet bagels and gourmet coffee and spent the rest of the day staring through a magnifying glass at the inner workings of an old, broken grandfather clock desperately in need of repair. Up until his annoying friend, the Grimm, came barging in, pestering him about how long it takes to get back a result from AIFIS." Monroe monotones the tale somberly. "Yeah, really exciting stuff you have there."

Nick pouts. Actually pouts.

Monrow rolls his eyes, drinks his beer silently and goes back to watching.

"I never said it'd be about us," Nick blurts out, some few minutes later. "If it were, it certainly wouldn't be boring - I'd be sure to include all those stories about you pinning me to trees out in the woods and just what wearing red does to you... Especially those red boxers you like so much..."

This gets Monroe's attention. "Alright, then, I think we've had enough of the horribly inaccurate detective shows for tonight. These red boxers of which you speak," he growls, "you wouldn't happen to be wearing them, would you?"

Nick grins, moves to stand and head for the stairs. "I might be..."

[cali-cowgirl08.livejournal.com]

AHAHAHA, DYING rn :D Especially at the boxers part <3 Great job my dear, sleep-deprived or not!