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Chapter 3

Saturday: 10am

"Hi. Could I place a reservation for tonight around 8pm please? There'll be 7 of us. The name? Gil Grissom. Thank you, bye now." Gil smiled as he closed the phonebook. 'You would think, that with all the casinos and strip clubs in this town, it would be easier to find a decent bowling alley!' he thought to himself.

Saturday: 1pm

Gil walked into the break room feeling nervous for the second time in week. He walked in to see, yet again, the entire team sitting around the table. Welcome to the wonders of fiction everyone; no crime in Vegas!

"Guys? I said I'd let you know the plan for tonight and I am a man of my word so here goes. How do you all feel about bowling?"

"Bowling? Really!" Yelled Greg, all his feelings about the argument forgotten.

"So I take it that it's ok with you then? How about the rest of you?" Gil asked anxiously. The room was filled with "sures" and "why nots" but there was one person who was quiet. "Sara? Is it ok with you?"

"I suppose so." She replied.

"Great! I'll meet you all here at 7. Remember to where sneakers or you'll have to wear those awful bowling shoes!" And with one final smile, he left.

Saturday: 6:45pm

Gil pulled up at the lab 15 minutes early to greet any early 'guests'. Sure enough, somebody was already there but he couldn't tell who it was. Then it hit him. It was Sara. But it was Sara like he'd never her seen before. She was dressed in a black mini-dress with a halter-neck fastening which showed off her shoulders and neck perfectly. Gil sighed. Although he didn't have those kind of feelings for her anymore, she would always have a special place in his heart. Especially looking like that!

"Sara! How did I know you'd be here?" Gil asked as he walked towards her.

After about 10 minutes of awful small talk Nick showed up and within another 10 everyone was there but Greg. At around 10 past 7 the team heard a loud SMASH and realised that Greg had arrived but none of them were expecting to see what they saw… Greg was wearing bright green overalls that had a flared collar and CSI PALS was emblazoned across the back.

"Hi everyone!" he yelled. "Look what I got!" In his arms were what looked like several other pairs of overalls. One for each of them.

"Greg, I'm not wearing that!" Sara protested.

"Oh, yes you are." said Gil before Greg had a chance to respond. "We all are. It'll be fun!"

Saturday: 7:30

After a few awkward minutes of everyone getting changed the CSIs were finally on their way. They had (stupidly) decided to take one car so someone had to sit on someone else's lap.

"Not it!" Everyone called, except Greg who wound up sitting on Warrick as he had shouted last.

"Right! Everyone in?" Gil called as they all got strapped in. He seemed not to care though since he set off really sharply which caused everyone to moan in pain as Greg was thrown around the vehicle and bounced off of everyone. He climbed back onto Warrick's lap and noticed something odd.

"How did you fit a flask in your suit? Mine's skintight." He said to Warrick.

Warrick just shrugged and smiled.

A/N: So they're off! I'll update soon with more of the story!