Laser Tag in Las Vegas
Disclaimer: If I owned this show, it wouldn't have had the worst finale ever.
A/N: The Title pretty much sums it up. Grissom's POV… it's Grillows, too… like I would write something else!
"Catherine, I am not playing laser tag! What are we, ten?" I yell.
"Oh, come on, Gil! The whole team's going! It's not like it was my idea, either. It was Greg's! All he wanted to do was get the team back together after the whole thing with Ecklie!" Catherine shouts back. "Come on, it could be fun."
"Or it could be potentially dangerous to my health." I mutter under my breath. After all, she did say that Greg
suggested it. Uh oh. She glared at me.
"Gil, please. The whole team hasn't done something like this since… well, you know." Yeah. I know. Since what happened to Nick. I feel a pang of guilt at that thought and start thinking about it.
"Well…" Wait a minute! She's tricking me! How dare her! "You're tricking me." I say out loud and narrow my eyes. She groans and slaps me in the chest with our current case folder. "Ow!"
"Gil, please?" She says genuinely, at first. "Do it for your wife." She then proceeds to talk to me sternly and gives me a 'Catherine' glare as she holds up her hand and shows me her ring. I groan. Now there's nothing I can do without ending up sleeping on the couch tonight. Women and their hormones.
"Fine." I give in. "But you owe me!" I yell as she smiles and walks out of my office triumphantly. This could be interesting…. Now that that's over, I begin to wonder how exactly you play laser tag. It's not like I've ever done it before… Catherine used to take Lindsey to play at the local arcades when she was younger. I could ask her… nah, don't want to act too curious.
Catherine pulls the Denali into the parking lot as Lindsey and her friend, Miley, chatter about something in the back seat. I open my door and step out into the merciless heat. Warrick pulls his Tahoe into the space next to ours, albeit a little crooked.
"Warrick,"
"Yeah Sar?"
"You will never drive again while I'm in there with you." Sara says as I smirk. Warrick rolls his eyes at Sara. Greg gives Lindsey a huge hug.
"Hey, it's my partner in crime! How are you?" Greg asks as they slap hi-fives.
"Good, Greggo. Hey guys." Lindsey says. She introduces Miley to everyone. I turn to the building we pulled up in front of.
"'Greg's Laser Tag Arena?'" I read the sign, and then give Greg a funny look.
"What? I don't own it! My best friend Greg does." I groan. Two Greg's. Just what I need.
"Well, come on! Didn't we come here to play some tag?" Lindsey asks as Miley and Greg cheer. I sigh. This ought to be fun.
"Behold, the mother of all laser tag arenas." Greg says dramatically as he pulls open the door, humming something that he must have made up to be his own theme song. I peer inside. It's dark. Is it supposed to be dark?
"Is it supposed to be this dark, or we do have a power shortage?" I ask Catherine genuinely. She gives me a funny look. Guess that means it's supposed to be dark. Greg leads us in to a counter in front of the door.
"Greg!"
"Greg!" Both Greg's shout and do some sort of handshake/hug. Greg number two looks strangely like Greg number one, and I wonder if human cloning has, in fact, been legalized.
"These are my co-workers, and their kids. Well, one's their kid. The other's their kid's friend. Their kid. Those two." Greg pointed at Catherine and I and I'm sure I had a dazed and confused look on my face after attempting to comprehend what he had just said. Greg number two nodded his blonde head and said something like "righteous".
"Ok, dudes and dudes' kids. Let's play laser tag!" Greg number two said as I lost all hope of getting out of this once and for all. Lindsey and Miley cheered. I groaned.
"Come on honey." Catherine pulls my arm as Lindsey, Miley and Greg one and two run towards a door at the back marked "Laser Tag Arena".
"I don't want to." I whine, sounding like Lindsey… or Greg, for that matter. Catherine sighs.
"Come on, I'm not your mother. Quit your whining. Let's go!" And so I'm dragged off towards that dreaded, neon door. Oh joy.
A/N: So… what do you think? Sticks and stones, people. Sticks and stones.