A/N: I wanted to hurry up and get this posted after the filler-type of
previous chapter! I will definitely have more chapters after this, because
this party is gonna HAVE to last way into the night! Enjoy!
Ch. 3 Summary: Arrivals! I know this is also pretty short, and may be considered a filler, too, but I swear it'll be worth it! Or at least I hope so!
Chapter 3: Arrivals, Bay-Bee, Yeah!
Greg lit the final candle and surveyed his apartment with pride. The living room had been adorned with candles, cards, and a plateful of fruits as a centerpiece on the coffee table in front of the couch and chairs. On the small table in the front entrance rested six nameplates that the guests were to pin on themselves as they entered. The kitchen had the other horderves arranged, many without meat, for the benefit of Sara. Or the person formerly known as Sara. As of tonight, every one is someone else. Greg smiled at his own genius.
15 minutes before the party was set to start, Greg retreated to his bedroom to change into his outfit. He checked his hair and winced. *Oh well,* he thought *it will all be worth it in a few minutes!*
10 minutes later the doorbell rang. Greg's heart gave a leap of excitement for the first guest he was about to encounter. He peered through the peephole. It was Nick. In a very fabulous get-up.
Greg bit his lip to stop the laughter. Nick was wearing a low-cut black tank top with a pair of tight, red jeans and a black belt. His hair was parted down the middle and combed over to each side. He resembled a twenty year old man in the 1930's that had a bad run in with Richard Simmons.
Nick stood sheepishly in the doorway, "You gonna open the door so I can save any dignity that I might have left?" Greg swung open to door and let his friend inside. Nick turned and stared at Greg's costume.
"What the--" he began, but Greg cut him off.
"I don't want any comments on my costume until everyone has arrived," Greg explained, he stared at Nick for a bit more. "I'm guessing Sara, right?"
Nick blushed, "Yeah, is it that obvious?"
Greg shrugged, "I'll leave that for the others to decide. Here, take one of my artistically created name tags. Made with the sheer genius...of me. And get comfertable, my man, 'cause it's gonna be a loooong night!"
*********
Grissom stared at himself in the mirror. He knew he could have done better, but there was no way he could go out in public with what he originally had to wear. He was heading getting ready to leave, when he decided he'd check his email first. You know, just in case.
He was vaugely suprised to see an actual email from Catherine admist the junk mail and spam. He double clicked it to open it up.
Hey Gris,
I hope you realize you are about to be shown up by a girl.
I can sit here and know in my heart of hearts that
your costume will be NOTHING compared to mine.
Face it, Gris, you're just scared. It's okay, we allhave fears. Even
though you are perfect and all knowing in every
other
field, I know that you are terrified of being different. Just
wanted to email
you and gloat a little. You know, rub it in before it even happens.
I'll see you tonight!
--Catherine
That was it. Despite every thought, moral, and ideal Grissom had ever held dear to him, he wasn't going to let Catherine talk cyber-trash and get away with it. He'd show her how DIFFERENT and OUTGOING he could be! He smirked to himself and headed back towards his bedroom to give his costume a few adjustments.
*************
"D'ya think it'll work?" Sara asked over Catherine's shoulder as Catherine sent the email.
"Oh, yeah," Catherine said confidently, leaning back, satisfied with her handiwork, "Ready to get this show on the road?"
"Am I ever!" Sara exclaimed, and the two decked-out ladies headed out the door.
*************
Back in Greg's apartment, a round of War was going on.
"Is this the only card game you know how to play?" Nick asked, grabbing up his King and Greg's Ten.
"No," Greg said smugly, "it's just that my superior intellect would tear you apart in any other card game."
Nick flashed a smile and picked up another winning draw, "Ah, I see."
The doorbell rang for the second time that night, and Greg popped up and ran to the entrance, peeping through the eyehole.
"It's Warrick!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah? What's his attire?" Nick asked.
"It's....oh, I canNOT believe this!" Greg exclaimed and open the door.
"Boo," Warrick said and strode inside.
"I DO NOT LOOK LIKE THAT!" Greg roared.
Nick turned around to get a glimpse of the action. Warrick stood in the entrance way, a dead ringer for a darker-looking Greg. His hair was fussed and bleached blonde at the tips. He had a long white lab coat over a striped t-shirt and a pair of black pants. However, the masterpiece that topped off the costume were the mammoth pair of black, thick rimmed glasses balanced atop Warrick's nose. The bridge of the glasses was wrapped up in white tape, and the curved lenses magnified Warrick's eyes to many times more than their original size.
Nick snorted a laugh, "I dunno, Greg, I think he's got you pegged."
Greg fumed as the other two exchanged high fives. Warrick turned around and gazed at Greg, "Are you some sort of weird mix--"
"Ah, ah, ah, Warrick," Greg said, recovering his high-and-mighty air,"None shall comment on 'The Costume' until all have arrived."
**********
It wasn't long until there was another knock on the door, indicating the arrival of Catherine and Sara.
Greg opened the door, and saw the two women. "Catherine, lookin' VERY nice in that get-up."
He gawked at Sara, "Woah. NICK! WARRICK! You may wanna see this!"
Before the other two could fully absorb the presence of the two females, another figure came up from behind Catherine and Sara. It was Grissom.
His apology never came out after seeing the looks on the faces of his peers.
Sara, noticing the expressions on the guys' faces turned, and gasped. She nudged Catherine, who also turned around.
Catherine's jaw dropped, and she blinked slowly several times. Sara's face was contorting into a small, amazed grin. Greg looked impressed. Warrick and Nick looked like they would never recover from this moment. Ever.
"And they said 'it's impossible," Grissom muttered.
A/N: HA! You thought I would tell you Greg, Cat, and Sara's costumes so Grissom's could be known?! Yeah, right! I know this chapter only covered Nick and Warrick but I swears (to..the precious!) that everything will be taken care of next chapter! And the party will also be underway at that point, too! Thanks for stickin' with me through three almost-pointless chapters!
Ch. 3 Summary: Arrivals! I know this is also pretty short, and may be considered a filler, too, but I swear it'll be worth it! Or at least I hope so!
Chapter 3: Arrivals, Bay-Bee, Yeah!
Greg lit the final candle and surveyed his apartment with pride. The living room had been adorned with candles, cards, and a plateful of fruits as a centerpiece on the coffee table in front of the couch and chairs. On the small table in the front entrance rested six nameplates that the guests were to pin on themselves as they entered. The kitchen had the other horderves arranged, many without meat, for the benefit of Sara. Or the person formerly known as Sara. As of tonight, every one is someone else. Greg smiled at his own genius.
15 minutes before the party was set to start, Greg retreated to his bedroom to change into his outfit. He checked his hair and winced. *Oh well,* he thought *it will all be worth it in a few minutes!*
10 minutes later the doorbell rang. Greg's heart gave a leap of excitement for the first guest he was about to encounter. He peered through the peephole. It was Nick. In a very fabulous get-up.
Greg bit his lip to stop the laughter. Nick was wearing a low-cut black tank top with a pair of tight, red jeans and a black belt. His hair was parted down the middle and combed over to each side. He resembled a twenty year old man in the 1930's that had a bad run in with Richard Simmons.
Nick stood sheepishly in the doorway, "You gonna open the door so I can save any dignity that I might have left?" Greg swung open to door and let his friend inside. Nick turned and stared at Greg's costume.
"What the--" he began, but Greg cut him off.
"I don't want any comments on my costume until everyone has arrived," Greg explained, he stared at Nick for a bit more. "I'm guessing Sara, right?"
Nick blushed, "Yeah, is it that obvious?"
Greg shrugged, "I'll leave that for the others to decide. Here, take one of my artistically created name tags. Made with the sheer genius...of me. And get comfertable, my man, 'cause it's gonna be a loooong night!"
*********
Grissom stared at himself in the mirror. He knew he could have done better, but there was no way he could go out in public with what he originally had to wear. He was heading getting ready to leave, when he decided he'd check his email first. You know, just in case.
He was vaugely suprised to see an actual email from Catherine admist the junk mail and spam. He double clicked it to open it up.
Hey Gris,
I hope you realize you are about to be shown up by a girl.
I can sit here and know in my heart of hearts that
your costume will be NOTHING compared to mine.
Face it, Gris, you're just scared. It's okay, we allhave fears. Even
though you are perfect and all knowing in every
other
field, I know that you are terrified of being different. Just
wanted to email
you and gloat a little. You know, rub it in before it even happens.
I'll see you tonight!
--Catherine
That was it. Despite every thought, moral, and ideal Grissom had ever held dear to him, he wasn't going to let Catherine talk cyber-trash and get away with it. He'd show her how DIFFERENT and OUTGOING he could be! He smirked to himself and headed back towards his bedroom to give his costume a few adjustments.
*************
"D'ya think it'll work?" Sara asked over Catherine's shoulder as Catherine sent the email.
"Oh, yeah," Catherine said confidently, leaning back, satisfied with her handiwork, "Ready to get this show on the road?"
"Am I ever!" Sara exclaimed, and the two decked-out ladies headed out the door.
*************
Back in Greg's apartment, a round of War was going on.
"Is this the only card game you know how to play?" Nick asked, grabbing up his King and Greg's Ten.
"No," Greg said smugly, "it's just that my superior intellect would tear you apart in any other card game."
Nick flashed a smile and picked up another winning draw, "Ah, I see."
The doorbell rang for the second time that night, and Greg popped up and ran to the entrance, peeping through the eyehole.
"It's Warrick!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah? What's his attire?" Nick asked.
"It's....oh, I canNOT believe this!" Greg exclaimed and open the door.
"Boo," Warrick said and strode inside.
"I DO NOT LOOK LIKE THAT!" Greg roared.
Nick turned around to get a glimpse of the action. Warrick stood in the entrance way, a dead ringer for a darker-looking Greg. His hair was fussed and bleached blonde at the tips. He had a long white lab coat over a striped t-shirt and a pair of black pants. However, the masterpiece that topped off the costume were the mammoth pair of black, thick rimmed glasses balanced atop Warrick's nose. The bridge of the glasses was wrapped up in white tape, and the curved lenses magnified Warrick's eyes to many times more than their original size.
Nick snorted a laugh, "I dunno, Greg, I think he's got you pegged."
Greg fumed as the other two exchanged high fives. Warrick turned around and gazed at Greg, "Are you some sort of weird mix--"
"Ah, ah, ah, Warrick," Greg said, recovering his high-and-mighty air,"None shall comment on 'The Costume' until all have arrived."
**********
It wasn't long until there was another knock on the door, indicating the arrival of Catherine and Sara.
Greg opened the door, and saw the two women. "Catherine, lookin' VERY nice in that get-up."
He gawked at Sara, "Woah. NICK! WARRICK! You may wanna see this!"
Before the other two could fully absorb the presence of the two females, another figure came up from behind Catherine and Sara. It was Grissom.
His apology never came out after seeing the looks on the faces of his peers.
Sara, noticing the expressions on the guys' faces turned, and gasped. She nudged Catherine, who also turned around.
Catherine's jaw dropped, and she blinked slowly several times. Sara's face was contorting into a small, amazed grin. Greg looked impressed. Warrick and Nick looked like they would never recover from this moment. Ever.
"And they said 'it's impossible," Grissom muttered.
A/N: HA! You thought I would tell you Greg, Cat, and Sara's costumes so Grissom's could be known?! Yeah, right! I know this chapter only covered Nick and Warrick but I swears (to..the precious!) that everything will be taken care of next chapter! And the party will also be underway at that point, too! Thanks for stickin' with me through three almost-pointless chapters!