A/N: Thanks to Rena-Sly for rooting me on to write this story. Just something short to get out of my system.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, but I wish I did.
Grissom peeked out from the corner of the hallway.
"Coast's clear! No traffic this way!" he yelled back to Sara and Catherine, who were trying to restrain a drunken Greg.
"Whaddaya guys doin' to me? I can walk! Lemme go!" he slurred trying to wiggle his way out of the ladies' grasps.
Sara was trying her best not to laugh out loud in front of Grissom, while Catherine was trying to convince Greg that there weren't a million ducks and rubber boats flying around his head.
"Why did you let him go this far?" Sara questioned Catherine, who was in charge of keeping an eye on him.
The gang had been at a party, hosted by Nick, after an extensive week of working double shifts to catch a killer on a crime spree. The one responsible had finally been caught by a woman that was about to become his next victim. Maybe Karate lessons did come in handy, and in any case, the boys had insisted on a celebration. At any rate, Warrick and Nick were now passed out on Nick's bathroom floor, and Brass was gone, deciding to head out hours ago.
"Well, I was trying to make sure Nick and Warrick were ok, and trying to get Grissom to socialize some more, and Greggo must have downed seven or eight straight vodka shots. I can't be in three places at once!" Catherine exclaimed, causing Grissom to shoot her a nasty look.
"Catherine, you weren't paying attention at all to the boys, just harassing me to come join the party. Now look where that's got us!"
"Hey, Hey! No need to get crabby you two, it was just an innocent mistake…anyone could forget Greg. Now, do I have to drag him to the taxi by myself, or are you two going to help?" Sara asked. Greg had started to drool on her shoulder now, and was very close to losing all consciousness.
Grissom ran over to her, lifting half of Greg's weight off of her. "Sorry hun, got a bit distracted by Miss Perfect over there."
Flashing him a big grin, Sara hoisted Greg up again, and together the two managed to get him out to the taxi and pay the driver, who was a sweet young man that happily agreed to transporting the groggy lab tech. Thanking him, Grissom smiled and gave him an extra twenty dollars for the trouble.
When the taxi was out of sight, Sara and Grissom looked up at the sky, the stars twinkling brightly.
"Well, we better get home Cath. Say hi to the boys for us when they wake up."
"Will do," the blonde replied, smirking at the two lovebirds.
Taking Sara's hand, Grissom led her to the car.
"Hey Griss?"
"Yes Sara?"
"Remind me next time to bring the video camera."