Hey guys thankyou soooo much for your reviews, you freakin rock! Sorry it's taken so long to update! Oh, and some people have commented about the punctuation – I'm Australian and I think we use British punctuation? Having said that, there are also probably a whole lot of errors that are entirely my own fault – please let me know and I'll try to fix them.
Grissom. Sara blinked, suddenly sobering up waaaay to quickly. What the hell was Grissom doing here? From behind Grissom emerged a startled Sofia from dayshift, as well as Ecklie, holding a plate of what looked suspiciously like cucumber sandwiches. What the…? Sara scrambled to her feet, accidentally stepping on Warrick's stomach as she turned to face the newcomers. The others followed her movements, except for Nick who was discreetly trying to put out the smouldering Brass by slapping at his crotch with the lampshade.
Greg gulped. "Uh oh, it's the fuzz" he whispered to Warrick. Greg dropped the cigarette he was holding and hid the bottle of booze behind his back, whistling loudly in an attempt to look casual.
"Gil!" Catherine said with forced joviality. "So great you could make it! And you brought friends! That's just………..umm………. great!" Nick grabbed Catherine by the arm and dragged her aside – "You invited Grissom?"
"I invite him every year! I didn't think he'd actually show up!" she hissed back. Greg piped in "This isn't good! It's bad, very bad". Sara joined the huddle "So what do we do?" She looked beseechingly at Nick.
Nick began to mutter to himself "Chill man, think, just think. They're all relying on you. What do we do? What would Superman do?" Nick pondered this for several seconds before shouting "I've got it! The others watched in disbelief as he executed a near-perfect leap over a lawn chair, followed by an Alias-style barrel-roll to the side before escaping into the house.
Several seconds of confused silence was broken only by Greg's whispered "Hey guys? I don't think he's coming back". The girls rolled their eyes and turned back to where Grissom, Sofia and Ecklie were standing. Grissom was staring at them all in something akin to abject horror, Ecklie was leering at Sara's outfit with his hands suspiciously in his pockets, and Sofia was staring at Warrick, who had begun a conversation with one of Catherine's angel statues on the lawn. Catherine gave a bright smile "Anyone want a drink?"
"Good god, yes" replied Brass emphatically, hobbling towards the kitchen, naked butt shining in the moonlight. The team followed warily.
Nick crouched in the corner of Catherine's bedroom, breathing heavily. He looked at himself in the wall mirror and blinked. 'Okay Lois, its time to save the day. Now where did I leave my suit?' He began to rummage through Catherine's closet, grabbing out items to create his superman outfit. He dressed added the final touch and peered in the mirror. Perfect. He frowned, then spied Catherine's reading glasses on the bench. He put them on, added Catherine's robe, then mimed a woman's squeaky voice 'Oh, somebody help! Superman, where are you?' Nick smiled a dashing smile, yanked off the glasses and the robe covering his outfit, smoothed his hair back with gel and yelled "I'm coming to save you m'am!" He tried this several more times until he was satisfied. Superman was here, and he would save the day.
"So, what is in this anyway Catherine?" Grissom asked, words slurring slightly. Grissom felt slightly woozy after only three, no; make that four glasses of Catherine's special concoction. "Oh, it's just a fruit punch I whipped up, hardly any alcohol in it at all" she crossed her fingers behind her back, not counting the bottle of tequila she had added earlier. Warrick looked up, and nodded in agreement, failing to mention the bottles he and Greg had poured in.
Brass smiled from his perch on the freezer, holding a pack of frozen peas against his scorched genitals, "So, Sofia, you and Ecklie doing the deed?" Sofia snorted alcohol and broke into a coughing fit, shaking her head and spluttering like a sprinkler system gone mad. "Eeeeww! Ecklie has crabs! No way!"
"I heard that" called Ecklie from the living room, "And it's not crabs, its lice, and it's nothing to be ashamed of." The group digested this in silence.
"Besides" Sofia purred, "I've only got eyes for one man". She swayed her way across the room and wrapped her arms around Grissom.
Grissom blinked, a little startled by the woman suddenly hanging from his neck, and tilted away from her. Sara calmly walked over and delivered a hard kick to Sofia's shin. "Oww" she squealed. "You bitch!"
"Oops", Sara smiled sunnily. "Foot slipped."
Ecklie wandered in, leering obviously at Sara and noted in his greasy voice- "Aren't we feisty tonight?"
"Shut up Ecklie" she snapped.
Warrick stepped closer to Ecklie, his voice low and threatening "Cool it man, or I'll take you out the back and me and the statues will teach you a lesson." He picked up an umbrella from the hall and advanced on Ecklie.
Ecklie swallowed hard, armed himself with the plate of sandwiches, contemplating using them as weapons.
The tension was broken by Greg's shrill screech from the lounge room "Ohmigod, Cath you've got Twister! We gotta play, everybody get in here now!"
Brass smiled and hopped off the freezer, heading towards the bathroom. It was going to be a long night.