"It sure was nice of Brass to get us these tickets huh?" asked Greg as he
lead the group of CSI's onto flight 752 "a private jet, just for us"
"Don't forget the tickets from Hawaii to Australia" Nick added handing his ticket to the ticket collector "I can't believe I'm going to Hawaii"
"Right this way folks, I'm Jerry and I'll be your personal servant for the next seven hours" a friendly looking young steward led them through the plane "it's only a twin engine, but it's built for businessmen, we have three conference rooms aboard and twenty other seats available, all first class of course. We also have the highest passenger to steward ratio in the whole airborne industry, so we hope you enjoy your flight"
"Thank-you" Grissom said as the steward bowed and closed the conference room doors behind him.
"Is this a plane of a five star motel?" Warrick asked as he surveyed the scene before him "Brass has some pretty impressive contacts"
The seats were made for long journeys. Two rows of five, secured to the walls behind them. They were more like sofas than seats. In between this was a low set glass table, bolted securely to the floor with nifty little magnetic paper holders to fasten pages to the steel underneath the glass. At the far end there was a private bathroom and opposite that, a small personal bar.
Grissom seated himself nearest the door, Sara took a seat and promptly opened a large thick book on Forensics, Catherine sat opposite Sara and strapped herself in firmly, taking calm deep breaths. Nick, Warrick and Greg bunched themselves up around the table so that they could start playing poker once the flight had started.
"This is your captain speaking" came a voice over the loudspeaker "all passengers are now on board, we ask you to please, fasten your seatbelts and remain seated until the red light disappears. We will be cruising at an altitude of three thousand feet, at approximately five hundred and fifty miles an hour, lunch will be served at eleven forty five, local time and refreshments will be available from the time we reach our cruising altitude, we're hoping to arrive in Hawaii at approximately three fifteen this afternoon. We are taking on the approach now. Enjoy your flight"
Three hours later after Sara had tired of her book and was now watching a very fast paced game of snap between Warrick Nick and Greg with a slightly amused expression on her face. Grissom had fallen asleep two hours earlier and Catherine had made the toilet her personal seat for half their flight.
"Winner" Greg raised his arms triumphantly and began a victory dance
"Greg you just won a game of snap, that's no big challenge" Sara teased him "I thought you were going to play poker?"
"Poker," Greg stated dramatically "is only an interesting game when there are women to join in playing cards along with the men" "so it's not just a male dominated game?" asked Sara with a hint of sarcasm
"Not when you play strip poker" Greg told her with a grin
"who's playing strip poker?" Catherine asked, finnaly emerging from her place beside the toilet.
"I will if you're game" Sara told her "those tablets working are they?"
"yeah, I think it was something I ate" Catherine told her taking a seat and slapping the table "deal 'em up Greggo"
The two women watched as all three of the guys in front of them dropped their jaws and did an amusing little double take. Then Greg dealt the first hand.
"Don't forget the tickets from Hawaii to Australia" Nick added handing his ticket to the ticket collector "I can't believe I'm going to Hawaii"
"Right this way folks, I'm Jerry and I'll be your personal servant for the next seven hours" a friendly looking young steward led them through the plane "it's only a twin engine, but it's built for businessmen, we have three conference rooms aboard and twenty other seats available, all first class of course. We also have the highest passenger to steward ratio in the whole airborne industry, so we hope you enjoy your flight"
"Thank-you" Grissom said as the steward bowed and closed the conference room doors behind him.
"Is this a plane of a five star motel?" Warrick asked as he surveyed the scene before him "Brass has some pretty impressive contacts"
The seats were made for long journeys. Two rows of five, secured to the walls behind them. They were more like sofas than seats. In between this was a low set glass table, bolted securely to the floor with nifty little magnetic paper holders to fasten pages to the steel underneath the glass. At the far end there was a private bathroom and opposite that, a small personal bar.
Grissom seated himself nearest the door, Sara took a seat and promptly opened a large thick book on Forensics, Catherine sat opposite Sara and strapped herself in firmly, taking calm deep breaths. Nick, Warrick and Greg bunched themselves up around the table so that they could start playing poker once the flight had started.
"This is your captain speaking" came a voice over the loudspeaker "all passengers are now on board, we ask you to please, fasten your seatbelts and remain seated until the red light disappears. We will be cruising at an altitude of three thousand feet, at approximately five hundred and fifty miles an hour, lunch will be served at eleven forty five, local time and refreshments will be available from the time we reach our cruising altitude, we're hoping to arrive in Hawaii at approximately three fifteen this afternoon. We are taking on the approach now. Enjoy your flight"
Three hours later after Sara had tired of her book and was now watching a very fast paced game of snap between Warrick Nick and Greg with a slightly amused expression on her face. Grissom had fallen asleep two hours earlier and Catherine had made the toilet her personal seat for half their flight.
"Winner" Greg raised his arms triumphantly and began a victory dance
"Greg you just won a game of snap, that's no big challenge" Sara teased him "I thought you were going to play poker?"
"Poker," Greg stated dramatically "is only an interesting game when there are women to join in playing cards along with the men" "so it's not just a male dominated game?" asked Sara with a hint of sarcasm
"Not when you play strip poker" Greg told her with a grin
"who's playing strip poker?" Catherine asked, finnaly emerging from her place beside the toilet.
"I will if you're game" Sara told her "those tablets working are they?"
"yeah, I think it was something I ate" Catherine told her taking a seat and slapping the table "deal 'em up Greggo"
The two women watched as all three of the guys in front of them dropped their jaws and did an amusing little double take. Then Greg dealt the first hand.