Young, Married, and Undercover?
Raiting: It's safe for all you peeps out there! I think. Let me know if you guys feel different.
Summary: Greg, Sara, Gil, and Catherine go undercover as married couples in a town where couples have been suspected of kidnapping their own children. But when something in the case goes wrong, Greg realizes something very important.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or CSI. Ugh... if I use any songs, I don't own those either. :)
A/N: Mkay. 4th chapter, up! Sorry it's kinda long. I really didn't feel like making this a story with 29482345 million chapters. LOL.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I'm positive."
"Catherine... this seriously doesn't look like a good idea."
"Why not?"
"Well for one thing, clubs like that are dark, loud, and full of drunken idiots."
"We won't be there long. We'll leave after we get some information out of them. Okay?"
"I don't know. I don't have a good feeling about this."
"You never have good feelings about anything." After driving in front of the club to check out where they would be going, they drove back to Monica's house.
"Laura! Jamie! So glad you could make it!" Catherine smiled and looked around. Toys were scattered about the yard, but no children.
"Yeah. So... who's got the kids tonight? The husbands?"
"Oh no. The kids are away at summer camp."
"All of them?" Sara eyed the women and stood next to Catherine. Vanessa and Monica looked at each other.
"Well... who's up for a little dinner? I'm starved."
"Ah! Yes! Dinner reservations! We might miss them if we don't hurry!"
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"Now, Greg. Just act calm."
"Act calm? Gil, I don't need to act. I'm already bored out of mind."
"Oh hush." Darrin opened the door to reveal a few men were already there and watching TV.
"Ah! Rob, Paul. Great. You made it." He let them in the house and pointed to the TV. "The game is just starting so, make yourself at home and relax." They took a seat next to a few guys and watched as Darrin disappeared into the kitchen. He walked up to two men, Nate and Steven. "Alright. They're here."
"Where's the wives?"
"They're out with yours. Took them out to dinner and for a little partying."
"So wait. The wives aren't here with them?"
"No. Monica had the brilliant idea of splitting them up. Less hassle for us, anyway."
"You sure this will work?"
"I'm positive this will work. We're gonna show Mr. Grissom and Mr. Sanders here that they're not the only ones out for revenge."
"And what happens if Monica and Vanessa don't get those two women?"
"They will."
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"So how many kids do you have?" Monica put down her glass of wine and stared at Catherine.
"I have two. Both girls," Monica said calmly.
"They must be great kids."
"They are. Don't get me wrong, they can be a handful at times, but we love them."
"We'd love to meet them. When are they coming back from summer camp?" Vanessa gave Monica a quick glance and started sipping her drink.
"Oh um... they should be back in a few weeks?"
"What are their names?"
"Olivia and Bailey. Olivia's the oldest. She's nine. And Bailey's seven." Catherine nodded her head and went to sip her drink when Monica spoke up. "And what are you, Laura? Any kids?"
"Three. Two boys and one girl."
"And where are they? I didn't see any kids when you moved here."
"They're with their grandmother. In Washington." The tension between Monica and Catherine was obvious. Sara was about to speak up
but Monica beat her to it.
"Must be nice to get away from them, huh?"
"Actually, no. I miss them." Vanessa snorted and shook her head.
"I'm personally glad my kids are gone. I couldn't handle them one more day."
"Gone?" Sara turned her head and stared at her.
"Yeah. They're at the camp with Monica's kids. And where are yours, Jamie?"
"My oldest is at band camp. My youngest is on a camping trip with his uncle."
"Must be good to get rid of em', huh?"
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"So how many golf tournaments have you won so far, Paul?"
"Oh me? Um... mini-golf?" Everyone stopped talking and looked around.
"Mini-golf?"
"Yeah. Oh yeah! It's a very... intense sport."
"How so, Paul?"
"Well one has to concentrate. I mean with crying kids here and screaming teenagers there, it's very difficult to measure your puts and drives." Gil's head fell to his chest and he held back his laughter. The men in the room just looked at each other and stared at Greg. "Well you know, golf isn't really my sport. I'm more of a... tennis guy?"
"Oh tennis! Wonderful! You should've told me about that sooner!"
"You... you play, too?"
"Oh yes! Every other weekend." Greg let out a nervous laugh and nodded his head. "Tell you what. How about we all get together next weekend and hit it up?"
"Great," Greg said dryly.
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After they had eaten dinner, Monica drove them all to the club they had talked about going to. They walked through the doors and instantly became attracted to the dance floor and bar. Lights caught their attention. Monica and Vanessa pointed to the bar and walked over.
"How about we just wait a while to go dance?"
"Sure." Sara and Catherine sat at the bar and looked around. It was dark, but the crowd seemed to be as sober as ever. Loud techno was heard through out the whole club; making it hard to talk to the person you were next to. Younger couples wore neon and glow in the dark necklaces and bracelets.
"So what will you ladies be having to drink?" Sara turned to Catherine and leaned away from Vanessa.
"I think we should keep the drinks simple tonight."
"Got cha'." They sat back in their seats and ordered their drinks. Monica watched and excused herself from the bar, signing to Vanessa to meet her in the back of the club.
"Did you see what they ordered!"
"No. What?"
"The simplest thing on the menu."
"Well maybe they don't feel like getting trashed tonight," Vanessa said smirking.
"Let's just hurry up and get this damn thing over with. Alright?"
"Alright, alright. Fine. But don't make it so god damn obvious."
"So how are we going to get them out of here?"
"You know how."
"Alright. How are we going to get that crap in their drinks?" Vanessa looked around and smiled. She pointed to two men leaning against the wall, watching people dance.
"See those creeps over there?"
"Yeah. What about them?"
"We tell them that there's two, very interested women waiting for them at the bar."
"I love how you think." They walked over to the guys and pointed to Catherine and Sara, who were sitting with their backs to the dance floor and sipping their drink. The two guys nodded their heads and walked over.
"Hey... you two look a little bored. Care to dance?" Catherine placed her drink down and looked back.
"I um-"
"My name's Chad. And you are..."
"Laura."
"Well Laura, what do you say to a dance?"
"I... sure." Sara watched Catherine walk off with Chad and took a sip of her drink. She almost choked when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see a guy standing behind her.
"Whoops. I didn't scare you, did I?"
"Ugh no. I just wasn't... expecting you."
"Well it seems my friend got a dance. What about me?"
"What about you?"
"Care to dance?"
"No..." He grabbed her arm when she stood up. She stared up at him and pulled her arm away. "No thanks. I'll pass." She walked to the restroom and slammed the door. Vanessa and Monica quickly walked back to their seats and poured a powder into both of Catherine and Sara's drink. Catherine came back a few seconds later and downed the rest of her drink.
"Having fun, Laura?" Vanessa said sweetly. Catherine looked around.
"Where's Jamie?"
"She's ugh... I think she's in the bathroom," Monica said pointing over to the other side of the club. Catherine put her hand to her head and moaned. "You feelin' okay?"
"I- no. I'm... I'm feeling sick, actually." She took a seat at the bar and closed her eyes. Sara walked out of the bathroom and started walking towards the bar. The same guy came back and grabbed her hand.
"Let go of me!"
"Aw, come on! Just one dance."
"No." His grip tightened and Sara lunged for her drink. She splashed it in his face and watched as he ran off. She turned around and noticed Catherine hanging over the bar. "Laura?"
"She's not feeling good, dear. But... she'll be back to herself in just a bit..." Vanessa walked around Sara and carefully took out plan B. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her arm. She turned around to scream but she fell against Vanessa and closed her eyes.
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"Greg, you should've seen the looks on their faces."
"I did see the looks on their faces. All seven of them."
"Was that seriously the best you could come up with? Mini-golf?"
"It is an intense sport!" Gil laughed and Greg crossed his arms. "Besides... I'd like to see some of the fake trophies from their boring past time." Gil walked up the steps of the house and waved to Greg.
"Well this is my stop. I'll see you tomorrow." He walked in the house and turned on a few lights. "Catherine! I'm back!" No answer. He looked down at his watch and sighed. 12 AM. She should've been home.
Greg unlocked the door and looked around. He threw his keys on the table and turned on the outside light.
"Lucy! I'm home!" He waited for her reply, but there was none. "Sara?" He walked around and went upstairs. When she wasn't in the bedroom, he looked down at his watch. 12:05 AM. "I really don't feel like playing hide and seek, Sara. That boring game sucked all the fun out of me." He took out his cell phone and called Gil.
"Hello?"
"Gil... something's wrong..."
A/N: Wow. I had a little difficulty getting this chapter up. My stupid internet is being... G-A-Y. LOL Well I hope you guysed liked this chapter. Thanks for all the reviews! I love you guys:)