A/N: Here's the next update, hope you all enjoy it!

Chapter 5

Everyone turned to Sara looking expectant.

"You don't mind do you? Gil asked Sara with a glint in his eye.

After thinking for a few moments she made a decision. "OK," she said, "Just give me a few minutes to tidy up."

Once she left the car she realised she needed to throw up again, but for very different reasons this time. She ran inside and quickly put all her dirty clothes in the nearest cupboard before placing all her dirty dishes in the new dishwasher that had never been used, mainly because she couldn't use it.

After she thought the house was clean enough she waved to the others to come in. They piled out of the car again, Cath and Gil racing up the front steps (the drinking had carried on in the car), Greg sauntering towards the house looking surprisingly sensible and Warrick tailed Nick, who had only his boxers on by this time, up the grass on each side of the steps.

Each CSI wandered through the doorway and collapsed in Sara's living room except Warrick and Nick who Sara had sent to get cleaned up after they indulged in a spot of wrestling outside Sara's home. Warrick beamed as he chased Nick into the bathroom. Ten minutes later they re-emerged with Warrick's smile gone and Nick looking shifty.

"So, um, what do you want to do?" Nick asked, deliberately avoiding Warrick.

"Shall we listen to some music?" Gil enquired.

Sara walked over to her music collection and said, rather embarrassed,

"Dolly Parton or Tony Christie?"

"OK, music's out."

The CSIs finally decided on playing Twister, although no-one could figure out what Sara was doing with Twister. Nick did the twirly thing and couldn't help but laugh when, ten minutes in, Gil and Cath were intertwined, Greg had found the Thermos again and Sara had lost all concentration whilst watching her two superiors. To top that all off, they all had their CSI Pals overalls on! "Why had they kept them on?" Nick thought to himself, he had taken his off because he found them uncomfortable and would much rather sit in his boxers (also makes a certain writer very happy).

At 2am, the Twister was over (who knew Gil was so flexible?) and the CSIs had settled down with some coffee, all except Greg who had been forbidden to have any caffeine at this hour. They had also all changed out of their overalls into random clothes that Sara had lying around. Nick had decided to stay in his underwear for some unknown reason that even Nick didn't know (I do).

"Right, time for bed," Sara decided.

"Aw, Sara"

"Greg, I mean it!"

"Greg, she's right, we'll crash here if that's OK." Catherine said.

"Sure, whatever." Sara said before going to bed.

Everyone settled down in the living room and said goodnight to one another. Nick was stuck next to Warrick and the Thermos on the pull out sofa, which he wasn't all that happy about, Greg was in the armchair next to the sofa and Catherine and Gil were on the floor under Sara's blanket. They were happy about that. It had been a while since they slept with somebody who wasn't a bug or their child so they were glad of the company. Everyone drifted off to sleep as Gil contemplated tomorrow's adventure.

TBC.