Title: Hate
Author: sarcasticsra
Rating: PG
Pairing: gen
A/N: Thanks for the beta go to Kelly.
Summary: Hodges really can't stand the graveyard shift. Really.

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Hodges scorned Greg's shirts. They were bright, tacky, and always some horrible color, like orange or blue or purple or yellow. Just once couldn't he wear a shirt that didn't make everyone's eyes bleed? They were distracting.

Hodges despised Nick's accent. It was this bizarre, slow drawl that made him sound like an idiot, which in turn made it hard to take him seriously. Couldn't he at least try to speak a little less like a country hick? It was annoying.

Hodges loathed Sara's whining. She'd always rant to him about some small, inconsequential thing, as if he was supposed to care or something. Why didn't she find someone else to yap at for a change? It was tiring.

Hodges detested Catherine's flirting. She always flirted with the guys around her. Yes, they understood that she was pretty, everyone did. Was it necessary that she rub it in all the time? It was aggravating.

Hodges abhorred Warrick's attitude. It was all charm and easy-going, as if he was just the coolest guy in the world and nothing could ever get to him. Did he think that no one could see through his stupid facade? It was irritating.

Hodges disdained Grissom's strange, unreadable looks and glances, and his subtle brilliance clearly stating, "I know so much more than you!" He never knew that the man was really it possible for him to act like a normal human being at all? It was frustrating.

Most of all, though, Hodges hated how they all belonged. They were a group - one he was always just on the outside of, looking in. Couldn't they include him?

It was tormenting.

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