Letter For Community Hours

Nuevo Pensamientos + fic

(GGGRRRRRR DELETED EVERYTHING TO ME AND I HAD TO START AGAIN ... LJ SUCKS ... ok, not quite, but I'm angry.)

Hello. Yes you, you're sitting there looking @ the monitor, looking for something to do to avoid work to have an excuse to sit @ looking at the monitor, looking for something to do to avoid work.

And think you're doing something, but really not doing anything. I confess ... see LJ does not mean something very productive in your life. As much as you autoconvenzas it. Otherwise, ask your boss / parents.

peeeeero ...

all know that the "leisure useful" as he called the Greeks, it is necessary for the soul. And what better than a new fic to feed the monster of laziness in all of us.

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} I thought a new small project ... TA - DAAAAA:: to Windows:::: drum roll::


Speaking sramulder we thought a mini-mega project fic hybrid. That is, a story written by both.

:-) Hope you like

BRUNO

by Mrs. Mulder and KA Mendelsohn

Chapter 1 (KA Mendelsohn)

Grissom was reading Shakespeare's Antony and Cleopatra. The last time I had read had been done ... over ten years. He would not count. And it was entertaining, really, but it was getting late and the next day would not doubt that much work. As always, since the statistics named the state of Nevada with the growth of crime rate highest in the country. Although there were fewer crimes in New York, was the growth rate that mattered to the government. And Grissom is not going to argue with them. He just doing his job I hated politicians and bureaucracy!

sighed. He took off his glasses, closed his book and left both on the coffee table. He took the empty glass of whiskey and took him to the kitchen. Going to wash, but the eyelids were heavy and felt like his knees implored him rest. Although he did not like thinking about age, had to admit that some things and made it more difficult, such as staying up late. Or climb the stairs when his knees and no more.

Just when you had up the courage to go to his bedroom, it sounded phone.

frowned. No lab called him home. Always use your mobile phone number. He turned and walked toward the hall. Attended.

- Hello?

- Grissom, will not wake you, right?

- Sara ... eeeh ... no ... no - he cleared his throat, "Do not worry. I was reading What happens? Are you okay?

She laughed

- Yes, it's nothing serious.

- Nothing serious?

- is very complicated to explain over the phone. Is it too much to ask to come?

- Of course not, where are you?

- In Manning St. at Harris Ave ... do you know where ...

- I'm off. I'm back in ten minutes.

- Thanks.

- Are you sure you're okay?

- Yes

- Wait.

hung.

could not deny that was a little worried. What did Sara at that time ... I was on the street?

forgot all the fatigue, their knees and age. Quickly left the parking lot and climbed into the car.

just hope that has not happened nothing wrong, I thought while I was in touch.

quickly drove to the address she had given him.

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TBC