Title: CSI commercials
Author: Me!
Rated: K-T
Summary: CSI's selling products
Disclaimer: I own everything ... EVERYTHING. ( Not really)
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Batch one

Hanes

Catherine Willows and Sara Sidle sat in the break room, waiting for an assignment, bored beyond belief. Nick Stokes walked by with a cup of coffee, and Suddenly Catherine had the urge to ask a question as old as time.

“Sara, do you think Nick wears boxers or briefs?” She asked.

Sara raised her eyebrows and smiled. “Briefs,” She said with a nod.

Both women laughed and Warrick Brown walked by, reading a DNA report.

“Boxers.” Catherine said.

Sara nodded, Warrick looked like a Boxers man. Soon Gil Grissom rushed by.

“Boxers.” Sara said.

The women laughed again, they were having fun. Soon Jim Brass walked by.

“Ummm..” Catherine said tilting her head.

“Uhhhh.” Sara said, chewing her lip.

Brass turned to the ladies and smiled. “It's Hanes.” He said.

Coco Puffs

Gil Grissom couldn't believe what he was seeing, Greg Sander had lost his mind. He was jumping around the break room, throwing the couch cushions and yelling like a wild animal.

“Greg!,” Grissom shouted, setting his coffee down. “What the HELL is the matter with you?”

Greg never answered, he jumped on the break room table and started to dance.

“What's wrong with Greg?” Sara Sidle asked, stepping into the break room.

“I'm cuckoo for coco puffs!” He yelled, pouring all the coffee on the floor.




“Good morning honey, I made pancakes.” Gil Grissom said, holding out a plate of pancakes.

“I don't want those DAMN pancakes.” Sara Sidle said, knocking the plate out of Grissom's hand.

“Don't be like that Sara, you're always so mean when you wake up.” Grissom said, trying to pull Hank away from the pancakes that were lying on the floor.

Sara hurried over to the counter and poured herself a steaming cup of Foldgers. She breathed in the coffee and took a drink.

“Baby, what happened?” Sara asked, looking at the pancakes on the floor.

Grissom sighed. “The best part of waking up is Foldgers in your cup.”



“What are you playing with there, Hodges?” Nick Stokes asked, walking into the DNA lab.

David Hodges' head shot up and he turned to hide something. “Nothing.” He said, quickly.

“Oh my god,” Warrick Brown said, stepping into the lab. “It's a Barbie dream house.”

“Um, it's for my niece.” Hodges said, nodding.

“I don't think so man. I says 'Property of David Hodges' on the side.” Nick said, pointing.

“Can we play?” Warrick asked, opening one of the windows.

“No, it's my dream house, where all my dreams come true.” Hodges said.



“Gil, what are you doing?” Sara Sidle asked, walking into their utility area at home.

Gil Grissom was scrubbing a shirt. “Oh, it's these damn stains.” He said.

Sara smiled. “Gil, try Tide it's for the toughest stains.”

Grissom smiled and took the bottle. “Thanks, babe.” He said, dabbing some Tide over the stains.

“Now if we can get Ecklie to use on his socks then-” Sara started.

“Sara, about these blood stains...”

Always

Catherine Willows walked up to the camera and smiled.

“My periods are tough, and to be honest I can't have the worries of leaking.” She said.

She opened her locker and pulled out a box of Always.

“Have a happy period with Always.” She said with a smile.



“Give it back!” Greg Sander shouted to Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown.

Warrick Brown was holding a bowl of Trix.

Just then Lindsey Willows walked up and snatched the bowl.

“You silly Rabbit, Trix are for kids.” She yelled, walking away.

Trojon condoms

Sara Sidle wiped her forehead and sighed. She was hot, not only from the heat, but from her steamy lover, Gil Grissom.

“Gil,” Sara purred once they climbed into the car.

“What my beautiful butterfly.” Grissom said.

“How about we go home and cool off.” Sara said, sliding her hand up Grissom's leg.

“Let's not cool down too much.” He said.

“Are you two prepared?” Came a voice from the back seat.

Grissom and Sara turned around and gasped.

“Trojan man, what are you doing here?” They asked.

“I'm just here to talk to you two about protection.” The figure said.

“Get out of my car.” Grissom said, popping the locks.

“I was just-” The man said.

“Now.” Grissom growled.



“Wow, now this is what I call clean.” Sara Sidle said, smiling.

The bald man nodded.

“Whose that?” Gil Grissom asked, opening the front door.

“Honey, this is Mr. Clean.” Sara said.

“I don't care who you are, get out of my house!”