1This is my answer to CSI-Ash's challenge on IMDb. Here are the guidelines I had to follow:

-Length: nothing more than 4,000 words
-GSR is a must, but feel free to include other fics (hinthint: Wedges...)
-Time of the fic can be pre-GSR canon, or after
-must be a comedy (with potential romance) (no character death please)
-must include the following lines:
"We don't see you out of a shirt often enough!"
and
"What color is your underwear?"
Rating: doesn't matter

There is something for everyone in this fic! GSR, YoBling!, SoNick, Wedges, and Gremandy! (That's Greg/Mandy, if anybody didn't know.) Enjoy! GSR isn't my strong suit, so it's not as prominent as other ships. This story is dedicated to my best friends on the IMDb Jorja Fox board. Moe, Piper, Ash, Emmy, If I forgot anybody, I'm very sorry.

Well, here it is!

GREG'S POV:

Grissom and Sara are married. Ain't no denying it. It was a beautiful service! Real traditional. I guess Grissom wouldn't have it any other way. Catherine, Sophia, and Wendy were the bridesmaids. Cath was the Maid of Honor. Nick, Warrick and I were groomsmen. Warrick was the best man. Also, it was in a real church with a real preacher. Not one of those cheesy chapels with Elvis officiating the service. (Though that's what Sara wanted.)

I'm the only one guy without a date. I see Mandy over there by herself, but I don't think she'd be interested in dancing with me. Hodges is here, so it's nice to have someone to talk to. Even if he is talking about the last time Kobiashi Maru, his cat, coughed up a fur ball. I will tell you this. It is interesting to see the kind of shit an open bar will do to somebody. Ecklie is dancing. Actually dancing. To "Baby Got Back!" Now that's funny. It's like the vodka removed the stick from his butt.

Sophia was also hammered. So was Nick. They were up on the dance floor rubbing up against each other. I haven't seen dancing that dirty since Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey! In fact, the song playing was Hungry Eyes.

Catherine and Warwick. Now here where's it gets interesting. Catherine was the Maid of Honor, and Warwick was the Best Man, so it was tradition to for them to dance together. The song that the DJ picked was "One Way Or Another." Apparently, this song was the hallmark of Catherine's act when she was a dancer. When the song started, she started doing her act. Warwick just stood there as Catherine pulled her blouse off. Nick stood up and shouted "We don't see you without a shirt often enough!" I think the video that Archie took is still up on YouTube. 1 million hits and still going strong!

Well, I think I'll be chronically dateless for the rest of the night. Now, wait. Is that Mandy ofter there all by herself? It looks like she's in the same position as I am. She comes over to me. "Would you like to dance, Field Mouse?" she asks in that incredibly sexy voice of hers. "Sure." I reply. "I'll by your field mouse if you'll be my lab rat." We dance. A slow dance to "Big Girls Don't Cry. It was freaking awesome. We go home together. Apparently, Catherine has been teaching the girls in the lab her act. I should go now. Mandy just found my Blondie CD and is now playing "One Way Or Another." God, I love that song!

The END!

I hope you enjoyed it. Ash, I hope it met your requirements. See, Piper, I can write more than Sandle. Please review!