CSI - Series Fan Fiction / Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction ❯ CSI Point of View ❯ CSI Point of View - II ( Chapter 2 )

Title: CSI Point of View (II)

 

Main pairing: No pairing at this point, this is a stand-alone tale, of very brief duration.

 

MY Inspiration: CSI Vegas, Halloween Fics from this website

 

Disclaimer: This is my standard disclaimer; I don't own anything in regards to the sources of MY Inspiration. All publically recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

 

All the characters, worlds, base concepts or general ideas are just a bit food for the writing bug. This story is pure fiction and is in no way meant to copy or reflect real life, events or people, should this happen then obviously it is pure coincidence.

 

Summary: Halloween, a night to become something different. What happens when the spell left something lingering like ideas, career paths................. A different kind of appetite? (Part II, upon request from the wonderful reviewers and reviews)

 

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Sunnydale California

 

 

Xander surfed the mystical realm of the World Wide Web extensively. He was looking for something that would call to him and the knowledge that he obtained on that fateful Halloween night. It was enough to know that Doctor Gilbert Grissom was not some made up fictional character. However it was slightly disturbing to him to know that he had been influenced in such a way that his mind was securely compartmentalized.

 

There was no other explanation. The exchange between the two also had a spill over effect.

 

Xander was suddenly re-visiting his old childhood interests in the field of `cool looking bugs'.

 

He even had other things in his mind like sign language, which is not something that he knew why Grissom needed to know, but his hands suddenly took on a life of their own when he was sleeping. His hands were learning sign language. In this manner his mind accepted the language and he was able to quickly translate the language into verbal speech and vice versa.

 

It was the same with Latin and the scientific names for the normal everyday bugs that he saw on a daily basis. Ants were no longer just ants, but `Hymenoptera Formicidae' or just formicidae, crickets became `Orthoptera Gryllidae' and many more drifted in and out of his mind. The words were like music or something and they floated to the surface every time he saw a creepy crawly bug.

 

There was one other aspect of the exchange that had him curiously interested and looking for good sources.

 

It was a treat to find a place in L.A. that imported the stuff and that one of the `food specialty' shops in Sunnydale was interested in bringing in new products just like these. He provided them with a wish list of the items and soon the demons and half-demons that frequented the shop thought nothing about the lone human among them, searching for the same type of foods.

 

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Over time in high-school Xander had gotten used to trying to fight off the girls, who would always, always try to steal bites of his hard earned lunch. That stopped suddenly one day when his current crunchy lunch was interrupted by Queen Cordelia walking by and snagging something from the bag of chips on his tray.

 

She popped it into her mouth, chewed a couple of times and paused. She turned to look back at him and noticed that he wasn't eating regular chips, but something that looked like a giant cricket. He lifted the bag so that she could read the label and even then it took a couple of seconds for the words to register.

 

“Giant Roasted Crickets, Salt-Vinegar Flavour” (...i...)

 

Cordelia quickly spat out the offending foodstuff, had a good look at it, legs and all, and then shrieked out loud in the school's cafeteria. “What do you think you're doing?” She yelled. “Are you trying to poison me? You could have warned me, you jerk.”

 

“Why?” Xander said, crunching on a particular tasty section. “You and some others steal my food every day. You've never once questioned what was in it before.”

 

Her eyes were twice their normal size in shock and everyone in the vicinity of this exchange was moving slightly closer to listen in on this particularly interesting conversation. Buffy and Willow were at the table where Xander had been eating and they too had never noticed.

 

“You've never eaten this kind of thing before,” she said, quite sure that this was the first time.

 

“Wrong,” he said, popping another cricket into his mouth. “I eat stuff like this all the time. In fact you remember that crunchy PBJ sandwich from the other day?” Cordelia and her entourage nodded their heads with horror dawning in their minds. “Did you really think that it was only the peanuts in the peanut butter making the sandwich nice and crunchy?”

 

“It had better have been,” she threatened.

 

“Sorry,” he said with a mischievously quirky smile that Willow and Buffy recognized from his demon baiting nightlife. “It's specially made with roasted water beetle, peanuts and powdered scorpion.” (...ii...)

 

He was looking at their horrified faces, as he gathered his tray, packing up his things. He was walking by them to get to the library and said, “What can I say? I have exotic tastes.”

 

Everyone that heard that conversation never bothered stealing Xander's lunch ever again. They didn't want to know what those things were and the bags may have been similar to the regular chips or chocolates, but after reading the fine print, no one ever asked him for a bite anymore either.

 

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LAS VEGAS Crime Lab - Night Shift

 

 

Dr. Gilbert Grissom was staring at the box sitting on his desk. It was an impulse buy, but strangely it was one that he had been craving for a while now. He looked closely at the ingredients wondering why anyone in their right mind would want to eat these things.

 

`More sugar than nutrition,' he thought. `It doesn't look that appetising.'

 

Over the course of the evening, he kept thinking about the box. It really was a strange impulse buy. His mind was equally on this box, as it was on his current cases. He was sure that his staff had noticed it, but they never commented on it.

 

`NEW - with Banana Cream Filling'

 

That's what drew his attention, the banana filling. He wasn't too keen on the `Original' flavours of things, but this new one called out to him.

 

Nearing the time that the night shift was over, he broke down and took one out of its `individually wrapped package' and placed on a small plate that he kept in his office for the times that he needed one.

 

He inspected the thing, sniffed it, touched it and stared at it. He pinched a bit off on the end and noticed that he didn't get any of the cream. He put the bit in his mouth and then picked up the rest. He consumed this strange thing slowly and with small bites in order to analyze the taste and texture.

 

“It's missing something,” he mumbled out loud. `It was only a dream, but it makes sense that the teenager that I thought I was would like this stuff.'

 

The other members of his team watched with curiosity as their supervisor, a grey haired gentleman walked into the break room, put something on the communal table and left behind a box. He looked at them before leaving and said, “The original is better.”

 

They were all left standing there, as he returned to his office, staring at the box.

 

 

 

“Banana Twinkies - Golden Sponge Cake with `artificially flavoured' Banana Creamy Filling” (...iii...)

 

 

 

 

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END

 

 

(...i...) There are web sites dedicated to the exotic nutrition found in insects and the “Giant Roasted Crickets” in different chip like flavours do exist.

 

(...ii...) The peanut butter is a made up combination of stuff to add to gruesome factor.

 

(...ii...) This exists. Found on the web, so obviously not something that I made up on my own.