Notes: Sorry this chapter is so short; it's pretty much just a set-up for the next chapter, which was the whole idea for this fic. The rest was just kind of added so it would make sense. ;)

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--Jacksonville Dreamin' Chapter Three--

"Oh, I shouldn't have eaten all of that barbecue." Gil moaned.

"I told you not to." I laughed.

We had gone to the diner a couple hours earlier, and it was every bit as good as it had looked. Unfortunately, the servings were about the size of a meal you would see Bigfoot eating. I mean, they were huge. Not that I am complaining about that, exactly. I got about half-way through mine, and believe me, that wasn't a small portion, but Gil, for some reason, had become convinced that he had to eat it all in one sitting. He had been sure that if we took it in a to go box, and microwaved it later, that it would ruin the flavor. So, after losing a minor arguement/teasing match about it, I sat there for an extra half hour, waiting for him to finish. Which he did, eventually. And by the time we got to the car, he was complaining about a stomachache. So I decided that he would simply get what I gave Lindsey when she has an upset stomache. Ginger ale.

Which is why we pulled into a small honkey-tonk about a quarter mile from out hotel.

We entered the small, neon-lit room, and I was immediately taken over by the aroma of alcohol and...well, more alcohol.

I led Gil to one of the four small tables on this side if the two pool tables, both of which were occupied. We slid into the faded vinal seats, and waited for someone to notice us. Which didn't take long.

A tall, twenty-something woman in very short shorts, a bellybutton shirt, black cowboy boots, and a matching cowboy hat came sauntering up about thirty seconds later. Her long, dark hair flowed loose around her shoulders as she leaned forward toward us to take our orders.

"Can I get y'all anything to drink?"

"Yes, please. A ginger ale for him, and a decaf coffee for me. Thanks." I replied, admitting silently to myself that I was glad she was not flirting with Gil as the receptionist at the hotel had.

"Comin' right up." Her twangy voice suddenly seemed distant, and I looked up to see her watching a man enter the bar. I twisted my head slightly so I could see who she was staring at. The moment I saw him, it was obvious why she had been staring. He looked to be about thirty or so, and he seemed completely at ease with the woman's obvious ogling of him.

The woman quickly went off to fetch our drinks, and the man sat down at the table next to ours.

She came back in less than a minute, obviously rushing to get to her next customer. When she finally made her way over to him, she flirted so shamelessly, it almost made me laugh.

It really is amusing to watch the way women fell over some men's feet. It was obvious that this man probably had thousands of them willing to cater to his every whim. He looked every bit the tall, dark, handsome cowboy part, all the way from the top of his black Stetson to the metal-toed ends of his boots. He had broodding dark looks, and everything. But somehow, he did nothing for me. Zip, zilch, nada. I don't know why, as he was obviously every woman's fantasy. But as soon as I turned away from him, and stared into those deep blue orbs of the man sitting across from me, I knew why. Because the only man I was truly interested in was someone I had known for practucally all of my adult life. My best friend, Gil Grissom.

Who, I noted with amusement, was about to fall asleep in his ginger ale. First, I needed to go to the restroom, and then we could go get some of that sleep that he so obviously needed.

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"I'm going to go visit the ladies' room for a minute, Gil. As soon as I am out, we can leave."

"Mmmhmm"

I just sat there, mesmerised by the way that cute tush of hers moved as she walked away. I may have been exhausted, but my eyes were still working. She glanced back once, and although I averted my gaze, I was almost positive she saw me. I felt the blood rush to my face, even though she had already turned back around. Was it my imagination, or was the sway of her hips a little more pronounced now? This was certainly not helping my already active imagination.

I was definitely going to be having some interesting dreams tonight.

TBC...