CHAPTER THREE
The break room at the CSI lab exploded with laughter as Catherine presented her request to the male members of the team.
"Are you pulling my leg?" Warrick was continuing to break up in spite of his valiant attempt to keep a straight face.
"This is for, uh, a kids' charity?" asked Nick, running his hand through his dark hair. He was having difficulty absorbing what Catherine had just stated to everyone present.
"I always keep an open mind," chimed in Greg, his hands folded behind his head, leaning far back in his chair.
"Catherine, can you see now this just isn't going to work out? I think we can rule out the possibility of going forward with this idea," Grissom concluded. Please no more discussion he said silently to himself.
"That's just great because the police and fire departments are interested and are preparing to send their own teams in competition. I had no doubts that our team would finish first and I've even got a friendly little side wager with people in the police department, including several of the detectives," Catherine griped.
"Like who?" asked Nick, who looked increasingly curious.
"Okay, that guy whose captain of the police department's softball team we play each year. He said they'd win the contest hands down and we didn't have a snowball's chance in Hades to even place." Catherine finished, hoping to stir up her coworkers and get their enthusiasm going.
"Really? Count me in then. Show us up? We'll whip their butts," Nick grinned.
"I think this could be a unique opportunity, so I'll throw my name in too," Greg expounded.
"Man, this could be the hottest ticket in Vegas, why wouldn't I want to be part of that scene," Warrick decided.
"What about you, Grissom?" Catherine asked turning toward Gil.
"I'm willing to hear more before I commit myself," he replied.
"Okay, here's what I had in mind," Catherine said, as she began to lay out her ideas for the upcoming talent show. Her past experience as an exotic dancer was going to come in handy.