DISCLAIMER: I don't own CSI

This chapter is set two months after the first chapter, Greg is still twenty two.

Now five years later on you've got the world at your feet

Success has been so easy for you

He hadn't been here in a while. Greg, Joey and Matt had to remind the waitress what "the usual" was. It felt strange only ordering three drinks.

"Em... a toast to Karl?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, hope you're having a great time at Universtiy of Washingtoon, getting your teaching degree." Greg added.

The three men tipped their glasses upwards and downed their first drinks.

"Let's go take a look at the talent?" Joey asked.

They went over to the stage and looked at the girls dancing around the poles. Greg saw Tanya. She must have changed from Saturday's Fridays. The last time they'd all gone out together, that was their first time going out on a Friday night. He knew one other girl who danced on Friday's but she didn't seem to be here. Then, a girl with cotton candy hair and a miniature silver skirt went backstage. She was replaced by a redhead. THE redhead.

"Hey dudes, what do you think of her?" Joey asked, pointing to the girl.

"Wait a minute, isn't she the girl from last time Sanders? The one making eyes at you?" Matt asked.

"Woah dude, it is. Sorry, I'll back down." Joey reassured him.

"Come on bro, go introduce yourself." Matt said, patting him on the back.

So Greg fought his way throught the crowd of admirers the girl had gathered til he was right at the front. She bent down.

"What's your name?" she asked him, her pink tongue taunting him as it moved around her mouth.

"Greg. Greg Sanders." he told her. "What's yours?"

"You can call me Cat." She said, laying a hand on his shoulder. He felt electricity surge through him at her touch.

"Yo, man, get the hell outta the way, we wanna talk to her too!" An indignant guy yelled from behind Greg. But when he moved over tolet the guy in front, Cat stood up straight again and continued her dance. Greg went to find his friends. He couldn't keep watching her, it was driving him crazy. He was burning up with desire, not just to touch her and kiss her but to know her, to understand her. It was crazy.

He found Matt and Joey back at the bar.

Joey proclaimed another toast.

"To Matt, for getting engaged and getting his job at the History museum. We're gonna miss you when you move to Chicago, but we know you're gonna be happy."

Matt had finally proposed to his high school girlfriend, Maria. The wedding was the next day and so he'd come out to enjoy being a free man for the last time. They'd already bought a house in Chicago and Matt had been offered a job at the museum there. Combining History and Science were his two favourite things so he'd accepted. They were all happy for him.

"And to Greg and Joey for getting jobs doing testing at the university research centre" Matt added, but nobody wasgoing to steal his thunder on his night. Not Karl, who'd moved to Washington to do his teacher training and bought a yorkshire terrier to share his new flat. Not Greg who'd found a big apartment and a job as a DNA anaylisist. Not Joey who'd moved in with his girlfriend, bought a car and worked as an assistant radioactivity anaylisist. Not that girl who was still looking at Greg.

"Come on guys, I'll buy the next round of drinks." Greg offered, rooting aound for hid wallet. He paid for the drinks, and as he was putting his money bak in his jeans, he felt something else in his pocket. A pink post-it.

'I like your hair, muy caliente' it read, in neat italic handwriting. It was signed, Cat.

How did she do that? He wondered. He hadn't seen her slipping anything into his pocket. It was strange. But sexy. Very Sexy. Muy Caliente.

When he looked up again, she was gone, replaced by Tanya. So, putting her to the back of his mind, he knocked back his third drink of the night.