Dead Catering

Catherine, Warrick, Grissom, Sara, Nick, and Greg walked through the cake shop's front door like the posse they were.

"Oh my God," Sara whispered to Grissom. "Look at the prices of these cakes," she shook her head. "That's a whole paycheck for two layers."

Grissom shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess that would be something for you to consider when you prepare to walk down the aisle," Grissom said indifferently.

Sara glared at Grissom. "Please, rub in the fact that I'm a lonely spinster in a wedding cake shop, dreaming of the day that will never happen."

"Could we dispense with the drama?" Catherine said through clenched teeth.

Sara crossed her arms defiantly over her chest and huffed out a breath. Catherine rolled her eyes and hit the bell for service a little more violently than what was required.

"Cat, stop," Warrick whispered.

"Well, they've been going back and forth the whole time I-"

"Don't worry about it," Warrick whispered in her ear. He kissed her cheek.

Catherine was a bride-to-be on edge.

"Yes, how may I help you?" A man, familiar looking to Sara, said, coming out from the back.

"Hi," Catherine said happily. "We're here to look at our wedding cake."

"You're Ms. Willows, right?" He asked.

"Yes," Catherine said with a smile.

"Yours is my best one," he said. "I'll go get it."

Catherine looked back at Warrick excitedly. She bounced happily, glad that something with the planning of their wedding had gone right. They figured that how could a person screw up a cake?

"Here it is," the man said, rolling out the three layer cake.

"It's beautiful," Catherine said happily, then she frowned.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Um, well," she said, turning to Warrick, who clearly didn't know how to broach the subject. "The cake topper," she leaned in. "You wouldn't happen to have and interracial topper would you?"

"Sorry, they discontinued those about a year ago," the man said.

Catherine pulled off the topper and threw it over her shoulder, hitting Nick right in the forehead unintentionally.

"You know what?" She said. "We'll just go without one. The cake is beautiful."

Sara kept looking at the baker, until finally, she remembered who he was.

"Hey," she said. "You're that timeshare coffin guy!"

Everyone looked strangely at him.

"Well, I've chosen another profession," he chuckled. "My mother always did say that I had an affinity for sweets."

Catherine and Warrick looked at each other with confusion.

"These cakes are to die for," he laughed.

***

"Do you, Warrick Brown, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The reverend asked.

"I-" Warrick was interrupted by breaking glass and a man's terrified screams as he fell from the top floor of the hotel.

Catherine, Warrick, and all of their guests watched in horror as the man fell to his death, right on the appetizer table, smack dab, face down in the middle of their wedding cake. The force of the fall split the table right in half, and shrimp, ice, and other foods flew into the air.

Catherine fainted, and guests were screaming and scrambling from their seats. The five CSIs, with the exception of Catherine, just stood at the alter, looking around at each other.

The former coffin salesman, turned baker ran up to Warrick.

"I told you the cake was to die for," he laughed.

Warrick glared at him, trying to wake up Catherine.

"But seriously," he said. "How about thirty percent off the next cake?"