It was another half an hour before Grissom awoke to a very strange scene.
Warrick and Nick were sitting opposite him with a handful of cards, each watched laughingly as Catherine and Sara wrestled Greg out of his trousers. All three men were bare-chested and missing an array of shoes, socks and watches after they claimed the items were essential parts of all clothing items. In return Catherine had removed her earrings and Sara the necklace she'd been wearing when they boarded the flight.
"What on earth are you doing to them?" Grissom asked incredulously.
At the sound of his voice the three of them froze, and looked at him with comical looks of shock at the predicament they'd found themselves in.
Sara was sitting beside him restraining Greg so that he was practically sitting on her lap, Catherine had her hands frozen on the button of his pants, she'd just been about to jerk them off him when Grissom had interrupted them.
"Oh, you know, there's nothing like a little strip poker to get a holiday started" Catherine said casually, she almost sounded thrilled at what she was doing.
"Yeah," Sara added looking past Greg directly into Grissom's eyes "you want to join us?"
Grissom's eyebrows almost went through his hair line, it was such an un- Sara like comment that he only just remembered to close his mouth in time before he replied "aren't you afraid of losing?"
"Not to you" she retorted jokingly, "you're the one that has to watch out"
"Yeah, they're killing us" Nick added "If we don't freeze to death we'll die of embarrassment"
"You're not the one who should be embarrassed" Greg joined the conversation after recovering from the shock of being caught by his boss, with women trying to tear his clothes off like wild animals.
"And why is that? You've still got one of your socks on," Warrick pointed out
"Yeah but," Greg was still trying to keep his pants up with one hand while trying to prop himself up with the other, eventually losing his balance and falling onto the floor. It was mere seconds before Catherine had his pants flung in the opposite direction.
"Your mom didn't pack your bags did she?" he finished miserably as his colleagues erupted into laughter, even Grissom managed to chuckle at the sight of Greg's Astro Boy boxer shorts.
"Where'd you learn to do that anyway?" Nick asked Catherine as Greg took his seat red faced to his ears
"I worked in a club for a long time Nicky – you'd be surprised at what you learn" Catherine told him with a sly smile, causing four male jaws to drop in unison "so who's up for another hand?"
"Two twos and three pieces of trash" Nick threw down his hand, preparing himself for an onslaught.
"I got nothing," Warrick said, fanning his own hand beside Nicks
"Ha Ha!" Greg cried jovially laying out his bounty "take note three eights and two fives"
"Flush" retorted Catherine, laying out an Ace through five of spades "what've you guys got?"
"Two aces and three kings" Sara produced the cards with a flourish "guys against girls I'd say the girls just won"
"Not quite yet" Grissom halted her, a strange twinkle in his eye "you haven't seen what I've got yet"
"Well hurry up, we need Greg's other sock" Catherine told him, preparing to take action against the offending foot
"Royal Flush" Grissom said simply "Ten, Jack, Queen, King and Ace of Diamonds."
Nick, Greg and Warrick looked at him like they'd just witnessed a miracle while Sara and Catherine stared at the hand before them. They'd finally lost a hand, and the man before them was ruthless when it came to gambling as they soon found out.
"Now as I understand it, you struck up a deal with the boys saying that if you lost to one of us then you'd both remove the article of the winners choice" he stated calmly "so what do you say boys? Shirts or Slacks?" he looked Sara in the eyes, relishing in the chance to order her to remove her clothes "I think Shirts by the looks at what they've done to you, I'm sure they'd love you to assist them"
Greg was sure that Christmas had come early as Nick and he got up to help the girls
"Hey, Hands off boy" Catherine snapped as they stood "I'm quite able to remove my own top."
Then with their backs turned, their shirts were added to the pile of clothing that had assembled in the middle of the table. For a moment no one spoke as they retook their places and Catherine prepared to deal
"Looks like it's lace this time huh?" Nick asked with a grin remembering a conversation he'd had with Sara as he eyed off what sat before him.
She looked him in the eye and before she could think of a smart reply the plane shook violently as if it were part of a violent earthquake.
The lights flickered on and off a couple of times before returning to full strength. A few seconds later the plane had steadied itself and their clothes were strewn messily all over the room.
"Alright, everyone get dressed" Grissom ordered them, every bit the man of seriousness he'd been before the flight "I'm going to go and see what happened"
As if in answer to his question the loudspeaker crackled to life – "Sorry about that ladies and gentlemen, but if you'd please, seat yourselves and fasten the safety belts it would be very much appreciated. We've experienced a couple of technical difficulties and happen to have entered an electrical storm. There is no need to panic, we should fly free of the clouds within the hour. We're decreasing our altitude to 1500 ft. thankyou for your co-operation."
"Looks like the parties over" Catherine said grimly as she donned her shirt and strapped herself in
"Sorry about this folks" Jerry the steward was back "but we're going to need you to assume the crash positions, looks like we're making an emergency land..."
Before he could finish his sentence the plane took a nosedive and he vanished from view, the lights flickered again, but this time they did not come back on. A roaring sound reached their ears, then a thud that shook the whole craft and crumpled it like a tin can, and then there was silence.
Warrick and Nick were sitting opposite him with a handful of cards, each watched laughingly as Catherine and Sara wrestled Greg out of his trousers. All three men were bare-chested and missing an array of shoes, socks and watches after they claimed the items were essential parts of all clothing items. In return Catherine had removed her earrings and Sara the necklace she'd been wearing when they boarded the flight.
"What on earth are you doing to them?" Grissom asked incredulously.
At the sound of his voice the three of them froze, and looked at him with comical looks of shock at the predicament they'd found themselves in.
Sara was sitting beside him restraining Greg so that he was practically sitting on her lap, Catherine had her hands frozen on the button of his pants, she'd just been about to jerk them off him when Grissom had interrupted them.
"Oh, you know, there's nothing like a little strip poker to get a holiday started" Catherine said casually, she almost sounded thrilled at what she was doing.
"Yeah," Sara added looking past Greg directly into Grissom's eyes "you want to join us?"
Grissom's eyebrows almost went through his hair line, it was such an un- Sara like comment that he only just remembered to close his mouth in time before he replied "aren't you afraid of losing?"
"Not to you" she retorted jokingly, "you're the one that has to watch out"
"Yeah, they're killing us" Nick added "If we don't freeze to death we'll die of embarrassment"
"You're not the one who should be embarrassed" Greg joined the conversation after recovering from the shock of being caught by his boss, with women trying to tear his clothes off like wild animals.
"And why is that? You've still got one of your socks on," Warrick pointed out
"Yeah but," Greg was still trying to keep his pants up with one hand while trying to prop himself up with the other, eventually losing his balance and falling onto the floor. It was mere seconds before Catherine had his pants flung in the opposite direction.
"Your mom didn't pack your bags did she?" he finished miserably as his colleagues erupted into laughter, even Grissom managed to chuckle at the sight of Greg's Astro Boy boxer shorts.
"Where'd you learn to do that anyway?" Nick asked Catherine as Greg took his seat red faced to his ears
"I worked in a club for a long time Nicky – you'd be surprised at what you learn" Catherine told him with a sly smile, causing four male jaws to drop in unison "so who's up for another hand?"
"Two twos and three pieces of trash" Nick threw down his hand, preparing himself for an onslaught.
"I got nothing," Warrick said, fanning his own hand beside Nicks
"Ha Ha!" Greg cried jovially laying out his bounty "take note three eights and two fives"
"Flush" retorted Catherine, laying out an Ace through five of spades "what've you guys got?"
"Two aces and three kings" Sara produced the cards with a flourish "guys against girls I'd say the girls just won"
"Not quite yet" Grissom halted her, a strange twinkle in his eye "you haven't seen what I've got yet"
"Well hurry up, we need Greg's other sock" Catherine told him, preparing to take action against the offending foot
"Royal Flush" Grissom said simply "Ten, Jack, Queen, King and Ace of Diamonds."
Nick, Greg and Warrick looked at him like they'd just witnessed a miracle while Sara and Catherine stared at the hand before them. They'd finally lost a hand, and the man before them was ruthless when it came to gambling as they soon found out.
"Now as I understand it, you struck up a deal with the boys saying that if you lost to one of us then you'd both remove the article of the winners choice" he stated calmly "so what do you say boys? Shirts or Slacks?" he looked Sara in the eyes, relishing in the chance to order her to remove her clothes "I think Shirts by the looks at what they've done to you, I'm sure they'd love you to assist them"
Greg was sure that Christmas had come early as Nick and he got up to help the girls
"Hey, Hands off boy" Catherine snapped as they stood "I'm quite able to remove my own top."
Then with their backs turned, their shirts were added to the pile of clothing that had assembled in the middle of the table. For a moment no one spoke as they retook their places and Catherine prepared to deal
"Looks like it's lace this time huh?" Nick asked with a grin remembering a conversation he'd had with Sara as he eyed off what sat before him.
She looked him in the eye and before she could think of a smart reply the plane shook violently as if it were part of a violent earthquake.
The lights flickered on and off a couple of times before returning to full strength. A few seconds later the plane had steadied itself and their clothes were strewn messily all over the room.
"Alright, everyone get dressed" Grissom ordered them, every bit the man of seriousness he'd been before the flight "I'm going to go and see what happened"
As if in answer to his question the loudspeaker crackled to life – "Sorry about that ladies and gentlemen, but if you'd please, seat yourselves and fasten the safety belts it would be very much appreciated. We've experienced a couple of technical difficulties and happen to have entered an electrical storm. There is no need to panic, we should fly free of the clouds within the hour. We're decreasing our altitude to 1500 ft. thankyou for your co-operation."
"Looks like the parties over" Catherine said grimly as she donned her shirt and strapped herself in
"Sorry about this folks" Jerry the steward was back "but we're going to need you to assume the crash positions, looks like we're making an emergency land..."
Before he could finish his sentence the plane took a nosedive and he vanished from view, the lights flickered again, but this time they did not come back on. A roaring sound reached their ears, then a thud that shook the whole craft and crumpled it like a tin can, and then there was silence.