A/N: Please let me know if I'm not translating the titles right…I'm using a translator, and personal experience says that they don't properly translate…
Summary: The boys have decided to take Shawn out for the evening. Nothing good can come of it…
Disclaimers: I don't own them, all I own is the story. And the club/bar. But not the name of the bar/club. That's owned by Showcase.
Chapter 3
Noche de los Muchachos Hacia Fuera (Boys' Night Out)
Greg had a good idea. Nick would say that is a sign of the apocalypse, but Nick wasn't here. Ecklie had noticed that everyone on Graveyard was being overworked. He gave them a group night off, and Greg figured they could take Sara's cousin's boyfriend out for the evening. He thought he had that relationship right… Anyways, he figured he'd get all the guys on nightshift, and Shawn, then they'd go to a teen club…or a sports bar. Whichever came first.
He'd sent out "invitations" (although they weren't invitations per say; they were flyers) to all the Graveyard shift, including the labs techs (his old buddies), the Doc and Dave. So far, the Doc was the only one who said he wouldn't go. Greg was surprise that Grissom said he'd go. Well, at least that man was getting away from his bugs.
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Greg entered his front door on Haverstack Way, to find Shawn sitting in the kitchen eating lunch. There was no sign of Haley or Sara.
Greg grabbed the poor boy and hauled him up. Shawn was caught off guard, and had no time to protest, let alone put down his sandwich.
"You are coming with me tonight young man." Greg looked down…or rather up, upon him. "Man this kid is tall!" he thought.
Shawn, convinced he was going to get the talk he father gave him when he and Haley first started going out, was instantly worried. Greg never seemed like the strict type, he was always laughing, making jokes, blasting Marilyn Manson…well, he could live without the music. But this guy really didn't seem that mean, he loved soccer!
"L-l-look, my dad already had 'the talk' with me, I really d-d-don't think…"he trailed off.
Greg looked surprised and started laughing. "You thought…that I…" he was shaking and tears were pouring from his eyes in silent mirth. Okay, maybe they weren't pouring but there was some moisture.
Once he'd calmed down, Greg explained to Shawn what was going on. They had no time to waste, so he told Shawn to change into something more partyish. Shawn obliged, and put on a shirt that made him look like he'd just stepped out of a time capsule from "The Summer of Love". Greg raised his eyebrow, but continued to start the car.
"So…where exactly are we going? And with whom?" Shawn asked. He did hate to be left out of the loop.
Greg smiled and explained that they were heading to a teen club/sports bar called 'Billable Hours'. They'd have some good times with the nightshift crew, including the techs.
Shawn nodded, and settled into his seat. Upon arriving in the parking lot, he saw lots of big, black Tahoes, just like the ones Sara and Greg drove. He guessed that the crew had already arrived. He stepped out and looked to the club part of the building. There, standing under the awning, were some very pretty girls. They smiled at him, and one gestured for him to join them. He shook his head, thinking of Haley. Greg noticed this interaction, and said, "It's not cheating if nothing happens. She wouldn't get mad at you for dancing would she?"
Shawn shook his head. "I guess not. She loves dancing, and I'm okay when she dances with my best friend, but my only problem is slow dancing. I don't think I could handle a slow song if Hales wasn't there."
Greg laughed. "Do they not have clubs in Canada? They don't play slow songs. Just dance tunes. And the occasional hippie tune."
Shawn grinned, knowing why Greg had said "hippie tune". They continued into the sports bar, and went directly to a crowded table, near the largest big screen TV. The world cup was on, Germany versus Ecuador. All the men at the table waved hello. Nick and Warrick yelled a rowdy hello, and it appeared to both Shawn and Greg that they were already drunk.
Shawn shook his head. This would be interesting…
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After a German win, thereby securing them first place in group A, and a few too many beers, the "Call-us-and-we'll-drive-you-home" service was driving to 'Billable Hours' and picking up CSI's. That was an experience they'd never had before.
Shawn Weimann was baked. Not in the sense that he was high, or drunk, but he'd had a wonderfully long night, and was ready to sleep. He'd danced with the girls from the club, and had a great time making World Cup predictions with Dave-from-the-Morgue.
But nothing tonight could ever top the greatest night of his grade nine year…he smiled as he walked into the bedroom he and Haley were sharing. She wasn't asleep yet, and was ready to talk. So was he.
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Greg attempt to wake Haley and Shawn the next morning, but seeing the position they were in, decided against it.
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A/N: Well, here is the third chapter. By the way, in Canada (in the province of Alberta, where Haley and Shawn are from) high school starts in grade ten. So any references to farewells in grade nine are entirely correct…in Canada…