DISCLAIMER: I don't own CSI

Okay, I love reading about the lab rats, so I thought I'd write a story with them in it. This contains a lot of pairings between lab rats, and a few OC pairing because there weren't enough girls so I had to make some more. No Catherine or Sara or Grissom in this one, (but there may be references to them) and it happens after Warrick dies. I've kind of twisted the timeline around a bit here, so Greg's a level three and Warrick's dead but Grissom hasn't left yet, and Sara is still there. Basically, I promoted Greg early and due to my unexplainable loathing of Warrick, I don't want him in my story.

Also, I know you can't really take spring break off when you work in a crime lab, but it fits with the story so again, deal with it! And, I got the name of the radio station off some website, it's apparently one of the top radio stations in Vegas. I know they don't make five seater ferraris but use your imagination. Last note now, there is a LOT of dialogue in the first few chapters, but it evens itself out, I swear. Anyway, I hope these many, many things don't put you off this story, so read it!

"Do you have to?"

"I fell bad for him. And now that Bobby isn't coming we have an extra ticket."

"Fine."

"What's your problem with Nick anyway?"

"I don't have a problem with him, just this was supposed to be a lab rats vacation. Not a whole lab vacation."

"I'm not a lab rat."

"But you were. And technically, you still hang out with us and stuff."

"Nick was the one who took you out into the field, remember?"

"Yeah, I know it's just..."

"Seriously Archie, you don't dislike anyone. What is really up?"

"Well, you know the girls from dayshift?"

"Abby, Lexi and Kelly?"

"Yeah. Them."

"What about them?"

"Well, you know Bobby liked Abby."

"Yes."

"And you know Kelly is like, in love with you or something?"

Greg shrugged modestly.

"Well anyway, I like Lexi. So it was going to be perfect. Because even if Lexi doesn't like me, she'd pick me over Hodges and Henry anyday."

"Who says she wants to go out with any of you?" Greg chuckled slightly.

"Man, it's spring break. She has to go out with someone."

"And now you're worried that she'll pick Nick over you."

"Just a little."

Greg almost burst out laughing.

"What?" asked Archie, offended.

"It's like being back in high school!"

"That's what happens when you go to California for spring break."

"Well, we're not going anywhere for another three days. And if we don't get a replacement for Bobby, we'll have to pay ourselves."

"Fine. Invite him."

"Thank you."

"But don't go asking Sara and Catherine and like, Grissom and stuff."

"As if."

"Good. I do not want to have to go surfing with tarantulas."

"Grissom, surfing?"

The friends laughed for a bit and did imiations of their supervisor on a surf board, trying to protect his bugs from the waves. Then Greg's pager went off and he was forced to end his visit to the A.V. lab and get back to work. And Archie was forced to go back to his Star Trek box set.

He is getting paid way too much. Greg thought. And he needs a new hobby. Or a vacation.

"So, Nick, what you doing for spring break?" Greg asked later.

"Catching up on sleep." Nick replied.

"Come on man, it's spring break. You can't just sleep."

"Spring vacation Greg. It's only spring break if you're in high school."

"Then let's pretend we are."

"What?"

"Three days time, Me, Archie, Henry and Hodges are going to L.A. for spring break with Mandy and Wendy and some of the dayshift techs. And we have a spare ticket since Bobby's not coming. So, we were wondering if you'd like to go?"

"L.A. as in Los Angeles, California?" Nick looked skeptical. Greg laughed.

"What other L.A. is there?"

"Won't the lab rats mind me coming?"

"No, just don't call them lab rats."

"You call them that all the time."

"But they can take it since it's from me. We call each other lab rats all the time."

"You do know you're a CSI level three now right?"

"Yeah, once a lab rat, always a lab rat man. Come on, be a lab rat for a week."

"Okay then."

"For real?"

"Yeah, I'll go."

"Great. You won't regret it man."

"I hope not."

"I'll text you the details tonight."

"Sure thing."

"Finally. We have worked our last shift for a week." Henry grinned as they walked to the parking lot.

"Curse you, evil lab of doom!" Archie yelled, at the security cameras.

"Woah, cool down Archie. You're going to have to go back next Monday." Greg laughed, winking at the camera. Hodges rolled his eyes.

"You had to remind me." Archie sighed.

"Who's car are we taking?" Hodges interrupted.

"Not yours." Greg said quickly.

"Why not?" Hodges asked.

"Because, Hodges, your m other might want to use it while you're gone." Greg laughed.

"My mom needs to get her own car." Hodges said, turning slightly pink.

"You need to get your own apartment." Archie said quickly.

"You need to leave me alone." Hodges replies snarkily.

"Nope." Archie said, sticking his tongue out.

"So immature." Hodges sighed dramatically.

"Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah-nah!" Archie sang.

"Okay, that is the definiton of immaturity." Hodges replied.

"At least we're mature enough to live by ourselves!" Henry put in, then smiled as Greg nodded at him proudly. He had been teaching him how to ot take Hodges' crap for a while now and he was just getting good at it.

"At least I don't cry when somebody pretending to be a monster jumps out from under the table." Hodges retorted.

"Hey." Henry put his head down.

"That was hilarious." Archie laughed, remembering the frankenstein mask he had worn a few months ago.

"Archie..." Greg reminded, he seemed to be forgetting who the enemy was here.

"Oh yeah... well, at least we don't ask Grissom out to lectures and stuff." Archie said, regaining his 'immature' composure.

"How did you know that?" Hodges asked.

"Greg." Archie told him.

"How did Greg know that?"

"Sara." Greg added.

"How did Sara know that?"

"Grissom." Greg concluded.

Hodges, looking deeply wounded raised his hands in resignation.

"Whatever." "Who's car are we goung in?" Hodges asked, raising his chin again.

"Mine of course." Greg told him.

"Why?" Hodges asked.

"Because Nick drives some old Texas jeep, Archie's car is full of junk food wrappers and Henry's car is green." Greg informed him.

"What's wrong with green?" Henry asked.

"Everything." Greg informed him. Once he was done giving him 'how to stand up to Hodges lessons' he was going to have to give him 'how to choose a car lessons' then maybe 'how to get a girlfriend lessons. Hmm...what else?

"At least it's better than red." Hodges put in.

"Hey, red was voted the best colour for a car in 2012." Greg told him, raising an eyebrow.

"Cite your source." Hodges said prissily.

"Top Gear magazine." he informed him.

"You wouldn't know since all you read is comics and knitting magazines." Archie added, hi-fiving Greg.

"Hey, enough of the teasing. We can go in your red car." Hodges gave up.

"Begs going in the front." Archie yelled.

"Me too." Hodges clamoured.

"Hodges, I have to drive, therefore I must get the other seat in the fornt. You can sit beside Nick and Henry." Greg told him.

"Lucky us." Henry sighed.

"Yeah." It was the first word Nick had said so far. He was a little alarmed by the lab rats teasing and joking, also, nobody really acknowledged his presence so far. It was funny, all this time he was thinking Greg had matured, but he was still the same goofy guy, just only when he was with the lab rats, or whatever they liked to be called.

They finally reahced Greg's car.

"Woah." said Henry.

"When did you get a ferrari?"

"When did you start cleaning your car?"

"Red really is the best colour."

"Seriously man, how did you afford this?"

Greg gave them all one smug look before finally saying "It was a gift."

"From who?"

"My papa Olaf."

"Dude, you have one cool grandpa."

"I know. I wish I could drive it more often."

"Yeah. It sucks having to drive those CSI Denalis all the time we're at work."

"It does."

"We get to drive our own cars."

"Yeah well you all have wierd cars."

"Hey. I love my car."

"Sure you do Henry."

"My car's not bad."

"If you could see it through all the junk you have in there."

"I bought my car less than a year ago."

"But the fact that you share it with your mom is like...not cool..."

"What about me Greggo? What's wrong with my car then?"

"It's a jeep. With three spare tyres. And ot only recieves country music stations."

"Still waiting for the bad part here."

"Whatever."

They finally stopped bickering and got into Greg's car. Greg immediantly turned on his favourite radio station, but Archie leaned over and turned it off.

"No way are we listening to that all the way to California."

"What do you have against Marilyn Manson?"

"If we wanted to listen to a dude wearing make-up we could just have Hodges sing."

"Hey!"

The others burst into laughter and Archie exchanged hi-fives with everyone. Finally they started driving, and they put on radio 9.31 All The Hits. They rolled down the roof and put their sunglasses on and they sund along to some of the songs. Nick began to feel at ease with the lab rats, and nobody seemes to object to his presence. They stopped for mexican food an hour into the journey and bought root beer to drink in the car. Greg managed to slip some sugar into Archies, so they had to stop while he lay out in the sun to dry his hair off. Apart from that, it was fairly uneventfull drive. By the time they got there it was dark, and they just reached the hotel before closing time. They each settle into their rooms to get a good nights sleep. It was going to be a big day in the morning.

OKAY, I'm going to upload chapter two now too! Review if you like it