A/N- I didn't intend for this to be a chapter fic. Sorry about not updating in forever. My family and I took a vacation and then when we got back, I was too lazy to do anything.
The boys had apparently began a dancing contest, because they were trying to 'get their boogie on' by the looks of it.
And failing miserably. The officials stuck around for a little bit more, but soon, around midnight, they left, and the party went to the dogs, so to speak. Someone had gotten their hand on a few items and made a makeshift limbo.
Catherine dragged Sara and Grissom up to where about half the remaining party was, and the rest hung around in a circle, watching the limboers and cheering. Sara attempted to limbo, in her heels, fell back into Grissom, who was waiting behind her.
"Do you want to try?" He smiled.
"My heels suck!" She exclaimed.
"With me, Come on."
Sara didn't quite get what Grissom was up to as he faced her towards the limbo stick and held her close to him by the hips. They both bent backwards far enough, and Grissom held her when she almost slipped again. They came up laughing as everyone else cheered for the duo.
Sara and Grissom backed off into the circle of cheerers as they watched Catherine, who was slightly toasted, attempt to go under. She sprawled on the ground laughing as Warrick came over to take her away.
Grissom and Sara were still in the same proximity that they were when they had attempted the limbo. Warrick came over to them, Catherine hanging all over him.
"Hey, Griss, I'm going to take her home."
"What about your wife?" He asked.
"What wife?" Warrick smiled.
With that, he left, Catherine all the while engaging in conversation with some imaginary Sara.
"Did my plan work? Are you two together yet? When's the wedding!" She laughed out the building.
"Hey, Sar!" Greg bounced up, somewhat more sober than Catherine, "Wanna judge the chugging contest?"
"Another one?"
"NO! This one's with the beer! Free of charge thanks to the oh so respectable Sherrif!"
"Okay, Grissom, come on," The three worked their way through the crowd, which was still cheering on the limbo competition.
As they approached the table, they found Nick sitting across from an empty chair which Greg occupied. There was also a seat on the side of the two. A small group had gathered around the table.
Grissom sat down first, and brang Sara down on top of him.
Greg smiled at her and then at Nick.
"Three, Two, One, CHUG!" He yelled as both snatched a can to their face. After the third beer, Greg began to fall off of his chair.
He grabbed onto the chair as it too began to topple over, yelling, "The floor's moving! The floor's moving!"
Sara got Nick to stop, only to have him look around and run to a plant to throw up.
Sara was rubbing Nick's back when Grissom came over with Greg still crying about the floor.
"I think it's time for us to leave if these two are going to recover for next shift."
Sara nodded her head as Nick finished.
The four made it outside without any misshaps. They found a slew of cabs and people.
Sara looked over at Grissom.
"Maybe we should take them with us?"
"Where?"
"Home."
"But, then, they'd know. What would we do then?"
"I don't want to leave them alone. What if something happens? We're the ones who let them drink that much, they're our responsibility now."
Grissom relented and They walked over to his car. Grissom drove as Sara tried to keep Greg in the car instead of crawling out the window and Nick from ruining the cars interior. They pulled up to the house sucessfully.
"Gil, help Nick while I calm down Greg."
Grissom nodded and got Nick, who was looking quite green, inside and on to the couch. He came outside to find Sara, shoeless, Trying to wrestle Greg inside. Greg whooped upon seeing Grissom.
"Boss G! Howareya!" After mumbling a few more words of pleasantry, Greg fell to the grass.
Grissom came over and helped Sara bring Greg inside to the other couch.
The two draped blankets over the others before heading in to the bedroom themselves.