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CSI/Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (G)
Title: Death by Chocolate by Beth Einspanier
Pairing: none
Author on LJ:
Author Website: at fanfiction.net
Why this must be read: The author calls this the weirdest crossover she's ever written. I'm not sure "weird" is sufficient. It's also dark, funny, peculiar, whimsical, serious, brilliant, unique, magical . . . it's hard to know where to stop.
Ten years after the golden ticket tour, the CSI Las Vegas team investigates the murder of a young man found dead in the Nevada desert, a young man who was once the luckiest boy in the world. Yes, canon character death, right up front. That's the "dark" part. From there the story becomes the oddest—well, see all my adjectives above—crossover you'd ever care to read as the team members flounder around in the magical world of Willy Wonka and his chocolate. They have magic gobstoppers in the lab, and oompa-loompas who give their police statements in song. It's just . . . fantastic.
“Hi Griss!” Greg Sanders sounded more excited than afraid, which was impressive considering he’d already been in one lab explosion during his career.
“Greg, exactly what’s going on over there?”
“Exactly what I thought might happen—the mass spectrometer found an element in the sample that confused the hell out of it.”
“What element, Greg? Neither of you are making any sense.” Grissom was nearing the end of what many considered to be almost Buddhic patience.
He could tell the young senior tech was grinning. “It’s the same element I found in the samples of Wonka chocolate last night, but there’s apparently a lot more of it in the jawbreaker. Or, I should say, the Gobstopper.”
“Greg,” Grissom said quietly, “I do not need to have had a long shift less than an hour in.”
“It’s what makes Wonka candy the way it is, Grissom. The chocolate and all the rest of it.”
Grissom listened long enough to hear the next word from Greg’s mouth, after which he snapped the phone shut and shoved it back into his pocket.
“What is it?” Catherine asked, noticing the dark cloud that had descended over her supervisor’s brow.
“Greg has picked a hell of a time to play games with me,” he growled, “I would have thought that he would at least be…” He shook his head. “Never mind. Let’s take a look at Bucket’s suite.” He headed into the Grand’s opulent lobby, a feat of architecture and decoration that made most hotels look like broom closets. “Honestly,” he murmured under his breath, “Magic indeed.”
Death by Chocolate
Pairing: none
Author on LJ:
Author Website: at fanfiction.net
Why this must be read: The author calls this the weirdest crossover she's ever written. I'm not sure "weird" is sufficient. It's also dark, funny, peculiar, whimsical, serious, brilliant, unique, magical . . . it's hard to know where to stop.
Ten years after the golden ticket tour, the CSI Las Vegas team investigates the murder of a young man found dead in the Nevada desert, a young man who was once the luckiest boy in the world. Yes, canon character death, right up front. That's the "dark" part. From there the story becomes the oddest—well, see all my adjectives above—crossover you'd ever care to read as the team members flounder around in the magical world of Willy Wonka and his chocolate. They have magic gobstoppers in the lab, and oompa-loompas who give their police statements in song. It's just . . . fantastic.
“Hi Griss!” Greg Sanders sounded more excited than afraid, which was impressive considering he’d already been in one lab explosion during his career.
“Greg, exactly what’s going on over there?”
“Exactly what I thought might happen—the mass spectrometer found an element in the sample that confused the hell out of it.”
“What element, Greg? Neither of you are making any sense.” Grissom was nearing the end of what many considered to be almost Buddhic patience.
He could tell the young senior tech was grinning. “It’s the same element I found in the samples of Wonka chocolate last night, but there’s apparently a lot more of it in the jawbreaker. Or, I should say, the Gobstopper.”
“Greg,” Grissom said quietly, “I do not need to have had a long shift less than an hour in.”
“It’s what makes Wonka candy the way it is, Grissom. The chocolate and all the rest of it.”
Grissom listened long enough to hear the next word from Greg’s mouth, after which he snapped the phone shut and shoved it back into his pocket.
“What is it?” Catherine asked, noticing the dark cloud that had descended over her supervisor’s brow.
“Greg has picked a hell of a time to play games with me,” he growled, “I would have thought that he would at least be…” He shook his head. “Never mind. Let’s take a look at Bucket’s suite.” He headed into the Grand’s opulent lobby, a feat of architecture and decoration that made most hotels look like broom closets. “Honestly,” he murmured under his breath, “Magic indeed.”
Death by Chocolate