Greggo and What Not To Wear
Pairing: Snickers (Sara and Nick)
Nick and Sara reflect on the day.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI. I don't even own What Not to Wear.
Day One – Nick and Sara's POV
Nick's POV
Sara and I saw Greg off at McCarran. When we learned that he had a coach seat for his flight, we asked the ticketing agent to upgrade his ticket to business class. I was hoping that there were available seats. It was the least we could do for him after he got ambushed by Stacy and Clinton yesterday at the restaurant. The agent said that there was a seat still available. I took out my credit card and paid for the upgrade.
"Nick, why are you and Sara doing this?" Greg asked.
"Consider it a gift, Greggo," I said.
"We just want you to fly in style," Sara said.
"Shouldn't you upgrade my ticket to first class?" Greg asked.
"Don't push your luck Sanders!" I said not wanting to tell him that I would only buy first class tickets when I travel with my wife. "Let's grab a snack before you go through security. Anyone care for some frozen yogurt from TCBY?"
"Yeah, I would like to have that white chocolate mousse yogurt with chocolate chip," Sara said.
"I'd like that, too," Greg said.
We went to buy our frozen yogurt. Fortunately for Sara, they had the white chocolate mousse flavor that she had with chocolate chips. I had the same thing, but without any topping. Greg had chocolate and white chocolate mouse swirled together. We sat at table, ate our yogurts with bottled water and talked for a while. Greg is a brave young man, but my wife sensed something that I couldn't.
Fifteen minutes after we finished our treats, Greg wanted to go to his gate since he they would call business class passengers after the first class ones to board. I saw Sara give Greg a hug and whisper something in his ear. I approached him and shook his hand.
"Make the Las Vegas Crime Lab proud," I said.
"I will," Greg said and he proceeded through security.
Sara's POV
The moment that Nick and I picked up Greg at his apartment, it was a silent ride to the airport. I wasn't sure if he was angry with us or the shock of two complete strangers helping him upgrade his wardrobe. Nick didn't even turn on the radio.
We arrived at the airport and found a good parking spot. Nick got out and helped Greg with the suitcase and carry on bag. We walked to the terminal building and entered it. Greg was about to make the line and took out his ticket. Nick saw that Greg would be sitting in the coach cabin.
"Greg, come with us," Nick said.
"Where are we going?" Greg asked.
"We are going to see if we can upgrade that ticket to business class," Nick said.
We went to the ticketing agent and asked to upgrade Greg's ticket from coach to business. The agent had to look if there were any seats available in that cabin. Luckily for us, there was a seat available. Nick paid for it with his credit card and Greg would fly in style. Greg told us that we didn't have to upgrade his seat. Nick replied that it a gift from the two of us after Stacy and Clinton ambushed him. I told him that we wanted him to travel in style. Greg wanted a first class seat, but we refuse to tell him that Nick only buys for the two of us.
We went the food court to have some frozen yogurt from TCBY Treats. I was hoping they had my favorite flavor white chocolate mousse. I love that with chocolate chips. Nick loves that flavor, but without any toppings. I hope this location had white chocolate mousse. Yes, it does! Nick and I ordered that flavor the way we each liked it. Greg had it swirled with the chocolate yogurt.
We were talking about past cases and joking about work. Greg made an effort to laugh, but I knew that it wasn't genuine. I didn't press the issue, but he was somewhat sadden. He was scared of giving up his old clothes for new ones. I want to tell him it's going to be okay, that he'll probably have some fun in New York City.
When we finished, we cleared off the table. Greg was about to go through the 'passengers beyond this point only' area to board his flight.
"Good luck, Greggo," I whispered into his ear and hugged him. "If Stacy and/or Clinton give you too much trouble, call Nick or me. Just have fun and listen to what they tell you. If you screw up something, let them help you. You will look awesome when you return to Vegas."
"Thank you, Sara," Greg whispered.
After I released him from the hug, Nick shook his hand.
"Make the Las Vegas Crime Lab proud," Nick said.
"I will," Greg said and he proceeded through security.
Nick put his arm around me and it became an embrace.
"By the end of the week, the crime lab's boy will be a man," Nick said.
"He'll be fine," I said. "Let's go home!"
TBC