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Spoilers: Anything that has all ready aired in the US, just to be on the safe side.
Greg Sanders was snoring in his hotel room when he was awakened by a loud clunk. His head has pounding as he wondered why somebody's shoes had decided to attack his head.
He opened his eyes and regretted it almost immediately. Greg felt like he had one his best to drink the bar's entire stock, which seemed odd because he didn't remember drinking that much. He shut his eyes against the light that seemed to be assaulting his eyes.
Another shoe launched itself at his head before Greg realized that the haunted sneakers wouldn't let him sleep it off.
"Damn it, Sanders! I don't care what you did last night but Grissom is going to hear about it." The angry voice belonged to someone familiar. He forced himself to focus and remembered that he was not in his apartment and his sneakers couldn't throw themselves at him.
"Hodges, shut up." Greg pulled the blanket over his head and wished could remember what he did last night.
Instead of shutting up, the lab rat found something else to throw at him and yelled louder. He wasn't going to let Sanders embarrass him like this. Greg had been lucky that Hodges had been to shocked to even think about letting Grissom know that Sanders had made a wonderful first impression by stumbling in drunk at three in the morning. And he hadn't stumbled in alone. David didn't know the guy that Greg brought with him, and even he wasn't going to stick around and find out.
The next thing that hit Greg in the head was a lot heavier then a shoe. Greg sat up and forced himself to look at the clock. It told him that it was later then he thought. The room seemed far too bright to be allowed and David Hodges was still screaming in his ear. Maybe that was an exaggeration, but he was speaking far louder then necessary.
"All right, I'm up. Now stop yelling at me." Greg sat up to find that was wearing an old T-shirt that read 'Cleverly disguised as a responsible adult.' and Bart Simpson boxer shorts. Greg was thankful that he was at least wearing something. He remembered that he hadn't left the bar alone. "Hey, Hodges?"
"What?" was the irritated reply.
"This may seem like an odd question, but do you have any idea what I did last?"
Hodges smirked. "Your first convention and you got too drunk to remember it, and we haven't even started yet. Grissom's gonna love this."
Greg shook his head. "That's the funny thing. I don't remember having that much to drink."
"All I know is that you stumbled in at three am, arm in arm with some skinny blond guy. I don't know what happened after that. I left, having no desire to see what you were doing with him."
I suppose I should feel lucky that he didn't take my wallet. Greg thought, remembering why he and Felix didn't hang out any more. "Listen, …" he tried to think of what to say to Hodges.
"I don't want to know what you were doing with a guy in your hotel room." Hodges told him. While he liked to annoy Sanders, Hodges had enough respect for him not to intrude into his personal life, and tell the whole lab about it.
Greg sighed again. "Wish I could remember what happened last." Greg noticed a familiar smell coming from across the room.
He got up and helped himself to a steaming cup of black coffee. It wasn't as good his Blue Hawaiian back home, but right now he would've drunk mud if it were heavily caffeinated.
He took a sip. The boiling liquid scorched his tongue, but he was too hung over to really care. Greg turned to thank Hodges a when a loud knock on the door seemed to coincide with the pounding in his head.
"NYPD! Open up!" Someone the other side of the door wanted in, and wasn't taking no for an answer.
Greg found his shades and put them on. Then he opened the door.
A tall man with hazel eyes was glaring at him from the other side. He was looking at Mac Taylor, the CSI supervisor for New York City, the speaker from last night dinner. There was something about that made Greg feel that the man took himself far too seriously. He grinned at Taylor and said. "Good morning Sunshine. How are today? Can I get you a cup of coffee or something?" Hodges was trying hard not too laugh.
Mac Taylor was not as amused.
A/N: Sorry this took so long. Just started a new job, so I'm a little busy right now. Please leave a review, I love reading them. (At least as much as I hope like reading this, not that I can tell as nobody is telling me what they think.) Thanks for reading, this chapter was a lot of fun to write. Hodges is sort of being an ass, but not really. Jim shows up in the next one, and we learn a lot more about Felix. Hope you don't mind the implied slashiness, (is that a real word?) I may up the rating.
