Author Notes: I hope you like this chapter! Never wrote about drunk people before...so yeah.

Sorry if it still short. It's just that the next chapter is soooo long.

What a clue for the next chapter? Greg has to stop pranking to solve a crime.

Disclamer: I still don't own CSI: but I still wish I did.


Two hours had passed since Greg left the bathroom, glueing Nice to the toilet. He had to take some time and calm himself from laughing, so nobody in the lab would suspect his evil doing.

In those hours he though of a great, devious prank against his new victim, Warrick. Although it would take time to pull it off, the "end result" would be great. But two situations would have to take place for it to work: one, Warrick had to be sleeping, or disracted. And two, Warrick must not see him, or not aware it was him.

He sighed, realizing the rest of the pranks would have to wait until tomarrow night, because this oppertunity was too good to pass up. Plus, everyone's shift was about to end.

Greg grabbed his "supplies" he needed, and ran tot he lockers, where Warrick would probably be at this time. As he walked down the hall, he was to distracted thinking how it was luck he brought these "supplies" todya, to notice Sara walking down the hall glaring at him.

Finally, he reached the locker area and saw Warrick sitting on the bench, tieing his sneakers. Looking up, he nodded and said, "What's up Greg?" He proceeded to put on his left shoe.

"Oh, nothing much. Warrick, you doing anything after you leave?" Greg said, praying he wasn't.

"No man, having anything planned?" He replied, now standing up.

"Nope. I was wondering if you wanted to come over, or go to a bar or something?" Oh god, he thought, I sound really gay.

"Sure man. Let's go out. I'm tired of sitting here, thinking about Nick's butt."

"HUH?"

"No, not like that Greg! I meant why Nick got himself glued to the toilet seat..."

"I know you meant that. Still, that was an odd way to say it." Greg said, grabbing his coat from his own locker.

"Let's go." Greg said, internally celebrating that so far, things where going perfectly as planned.

Warrick nodded and headed out the door with Greg. They waved to the receptionist and opened the heavy doors. Outside, it was snowing, but just a slight amount. Greg looked at Warrick. "I can only have one or two drinks. I'm going to pull a double tomarrow at work." He said, not wanting to get drunk and mess up his plan.

"Aww, 'ya sure? I don't want to be the only one having fun." He said, hopping into the car.

"I'm sure. I'll just be the driver."

After an hour of Warrick drinking, he was definalty not sober anymore. Greg only had a small glass, he was not much of a drinker. Greg was very suprised how Warrick got when he drank. He was one of those rude, sassy drunks.


After an hour of breaking up fights, he let Warrick drink a shot of Vodka and told him to call it quits.

"You don't pause to burp tell me what to do!" He snapped at Greg, licking the inside of his cup. But when he was done, he staggered out of the bar, and pucked in the bush.

Greg winced, but helped Warrick into the car. After some 'Don't touch me' and 'I don't need a mom' Warrick passed out in the passenger seat. Greg got into the drivers side and drove to a small empty road.


Greg walked proudly in the doors, and walked to the lounge. But, he stopped when he heard Catherine scream down the hall. He rushed in the direction, noticing the scream near the men's bathroom.

"What is it Catherine?" Greg said, looking at her shocked face, biting her lip.

"It's Warrick...He's...He's BALD!" She said quietly, Greg hearing the small laugh come from her.