Summery-The night shift go for a few drinks to celebrate solving a case but have a couple to many and chaos ensues.
"We finally got him," smiled Nick as the group of CSI's left the courtroom.
"Three charges later," added Catherine referring to the fact that to the defendant had been tried three times for rape and murder but each time had escaped a sentence.
"I didn't think we were going to do it," sighed Warrick, "if Sara and Grissom hadn't got that evidence here in time..." he trailed off.
"Well that was the plan push through so we didn't have time to work," said Sara looking pleased.
"We should go out and celebrate. There's an old Vegas pub near me just got revamped," suggested Greg.
"I think I'll pass," said Grissom.
"No you won't," instructed Sara, "your coming and theres the added danger you might actually have fun."
"I have fun," said Grissom looking slightly hurt by the suggestion he didn't.
"Socially," said Cath, "the last time you went for a drink the mob still ruled."
"Ok I'll come," said Grissom knowing when he was beaten.
"Meet there in two hours?" said Nick getting a chorus of mumbled replies.
Two hours later and Nick walked into the pub surprised to see Grissom of all people already sat on a stool at a table with two beers on it.
"Hey," smiled Nick heading over to the older man as Sara appeared, from the other side of the room, and took up the empty seat next to Grissom picking up a beer.
"Out of everyone I had money on you two bailing," said Nick with his huge Texan grin.
"And why's that?" asked Sara.
"No reason," replied Nick as Catherine entered looking around for them.
"What can I get you to drink?" asked Nick walking by Cath and towards the bar.
"Usual," replied Cath grabbing a seat and sitting round the table with Grissom and Sara.
"You two are here early."
"Nick's already done that one I do occasionally go out," said Sara sounding mock hurt.
"He doesn't," said Cath gesturing at Grissom.
"He is sitting here," said Grissom sipping at his beer.
"Well as long as this is as entertaining as the last time I got Sara out," commented Cath with a sly grin as Nick reappeared carrying drinks.
"Cath," warned Sara.
"Sorry sunshine but she's got to share now you can't leave us hanging," said Nick pulling up a stool and sitting down.
"Well Sara can't handle her sprits so when we went out in the casino's down the strip and she drank four tequila shots she disappeared for a while, I assumed she was in the ladies trying not to pass out," Cath grinned across at Sara, "instead I find her on karaoke singing ABBA while wearing a pair of bunny ears," Cath looked extremely pleased with herself for sharing that story.
"When was Sara wearing bunny ears?" asked Greg as he joined the group followed a few steps behind by Warrick.
"Couple of years ago now," smiled Cath, it had all started out as Cath wanting to take her mind of Hank but somehow the combination of a few beers and bitching about men and they were on sprits and playing blackjack.
"Anyone up for pool," said Sara changing the subject as quickly as possible.
"Sure," came a chores minus Grissom.
"Why don't we play teams?" suggested Nick, "me and Warrick play you and Cath."
"That depends," said Cath taking a gulp of drink, "can you handle been beaten by girls," she finished with a grin at Sara.
"I don't think well have to find out," said Warrick his competitive side already showing.
Half an hour later the four were still playing pool after winning two games each this was the deciding one but the amount of alcohol they had consumed while playing was starting to inhibit their skills. Warrick had been lining his shot up for nearly a full three minutes despite it been a fairly simple one.
"Some time today," shouted Greg causing Warrick op stand up and swing round nearly sending Catherine flying as the pool cue missed her by millimetres.
"Man now I've got to line it up again," sighed Warrick turning back to the game and somehow managing to pot the red ball with such force the white ricocheted round the table and potted a yellow much to the delight of the two women.
"Oh yeah" smiled Sara walking by Warrick swinging her cue.
"We only did that because we felt sorry for you," said Nick draining his beer bottle.
"You hadn't potted nay in a while I thought I'd help," said Warrick trying to regain dignity.
"Fighting talk," grinned Greg sitting up and banging his hands on the table having just drunk half of Cath's vodka and coke.
"We don't need help," said Sara hitting the white ball with such force it took off and left the table rolling across the bar floor.
"Doesn't look like it," said Grissom with an unusually sarcastic comment. Sara been equally mature stuck her tongue out at Grissom as she went in search of the ball picking her beer up as she went.
"Let me take shot," whined Greg waving his arms over the four balls left on the table, "please."
"Fine I've got two shots anyway," smiled Nick handing him the cue as Sara arrived back balancing the white ball on top of her beer bottle as on the way back she had stopped at the bar and her other hand was now occupied with another bottle.
Greg lined his shot up carefully and was about to take it before Cath spoke.
"Hey Greg I'll flash you if you pot," cried Cath causing Greg to send the white spinning round the table t high speed missing all it's targets as his head spun round almost separate from his body.
"That's cheating," cried Nick taking the cue form Greg.
"That's using our assets to our advantage," smiled Sara giving Cath a high five as she walked by.
Thirty minutes and a broken cue later the group stumbled from the entrance to the pub as Nick started a roaring chorus of 'pity potting' at Catherine having potted two of her balls while playing pool then losing.
"You're just upset because the pair of you were beaten by girls," smiled Cath waving her vodka and coke around as they began to walk the stretch of the car park.
"Catherine Willow's," called Greg as she spun round on the spot gulping at her drink, "you're not meant to take the glass," he added snorting on laughter.
"Catherine," cried Grissom genuinely panicked that any minute now sirens would come blaring down the car park and they would be arrested for steeling.
"It's included in the price," said Cath waving her arm as she drained the last contents.
"What are you going to do with it now?" asked Nick from where he was running up and down the verge that ran alongside the car park.
"Destroy the evidence," cried Sara snatching at the glass and missing, "please can I smash it," begged Sara.
"Oh Sidle you rebel," mocked Warrick as Cath handed the glass to Sara and with no warning Sara threw the glass across the car park sending shards of glass flying everywhere.
"Whoa, warning," cried Greg rather dramatically diving behind Nick as if a large bomb had just gone off.
"Oh that bottom didn't break," said Sara picking up a large chunk that had perversely been the bottom. With that Sara threw it again having no luck in breaking it and not realising that every time she picked it up she risking slicing her fingers on it.
"That is criminal damage," warned Grissom before promptly tripping on a pot hole and propelling himself into Sara grabbing her to stop himself falling he found his hands in a rather compromising position on her chest.
"And that is inappropriate touching," laughed Cath as Grissom practically threw himself in the opposite direction of Sara.
"Why don't we go to a club?" suggested Cath with drunken enthusiasm.
"Oh yeah," beamed Sara suddenly charging at Cath and hugging her proving that she was in fact plastered.
"A club?" clarified Grissom.
"I haven't been to a club in ages, great idea," smiled Warrick patting Cath on the back as Sara realised her death grip around Cath's neck.
"Aren't I to old for a club?" said Grissom looking gone out.
"Your as old as you feel," said Greg quoting a beer mat he'd read earlier.
"No your not to old your just more matured," grinned Cath.
TBC…………………. Please let me know what you think…preferably about the fic but I'm open to anything : )