Greggo and What Not To Wear

Pairing: Snickers (Sara and Nick)

In Vegas, Nick and Sara worry about Greg. They have breakfast with Catherine and Warrick.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI. I don't even own What Not to Wear.

Day Two – Nick and Sara's POV

Nick's POV

Catherine, Warrick, Sara and I were having breakfast at our favorite diner. We were having a wonderful time together.

"Okay, who ordered the two whole grain chocolate chip pancake specials?" the waitress asked.

"My wife and I did," I said.

"Who got the Spanish omelet with hash browns and wheat toast?" the waitress asked. "What about the Western omelet with home fries and English muffin?

"I got the Western omelet," Warrick replied.

"By process of elimination," Catherine smiled. "The Spanish omelet is mine."

"Enjoy your breakfast," the waitress beamed. "Say hello to Gil and Greg for me when you see them."

"We shall," Warrick subtly chuckled and whispered to us. "Yeah, we'll tell Grissom, but Greg is out of town for a few days."

I didn't have the heart to tell our favorite waitress that Sara and I sent Greg to New York City to learn how to dress better.

"Hey Nicky, have you or Sara heard from Greg?" Catherine asked after she ate a bite of her omelet.

"We checked our voice mail a few times a day," I replied after getting two bites of my pancakes. "It looks like he hasn't cried for help."

"I doubt Stacy and Clinton would inflict any bodily harm to him," Sara added.

"Ecklie wanted to have Greg arrested for being a fashion disgrace," Warrick commented.

I almost spit out the sip of coffee I had just taken after listening to what Warrick has to say.

"Hey Bro, don't say that, not even in jest," I whined. "If they ever have a fashion police, I don't think Ecklie would be a part of it."

"Ecklie doesn't know much about fashion," Sara contributed. "I think he cares more about kissing the Sheriff's ass than dealing with anyone's fashion faux pas."

"Sara, I caught Hodges filming Ecklie commenting about Greg's wardrobe with my camcorder," I protested.

"I hope that Stacy and Clinton don't show that to Greg," Sara said.

"He'd definitely come back to Vegas with a new wardrobe and an urge to do something to both Hodges and Ecklie," Warrick smirked.

Catherine, Sara and I laughed at that statement. I remembered chasing Hodges until I had him cornered demanding that he gave me back my camcorder. He was lucky that he gave it back to me right away or I would have find some violent ways to get it back.

"I think Clinton and Stacy will be traumatized if they see him on the footage," Sara laughed.

"One more word about Ecklie and I am about to lose my appetite," Catherine got fed up with our talk about that bastard. "I would like to know if Greg is staying in style or not."

"Nick and I made sure he flew in style," Sara beamed proudly.

"Come again?" Warrick stared at my wife in disbelief.

"Greg was booked on coach," I explained. "Sara and I paid for an upgrade to business class. It was the least we could do for him after we secretly nominated him."

"Tell us how you managed something like that," Warrick was curious. "I mean this whole thing with the show."

"We had the night off some time ago," Sara told the story. "Out of curiosity, we started watching 'What Not to Wear'. I started to get an idea and Nick wanted to know what going on in my mind. I told him that we could nominate Greg to appear on the show. We got online, visited the TLC website and filled out the application. He was selected."

"Nick, Sara, shame on you," Warrick sarcastically admonished us.

"Warrick, you don't like what we did," I gasped.

"I love it!" Warrick smiled. "I am pretty sure Grissom would have done, but you took the initiative."

Sara and I looked at each other and smiled. Catherine just gave us a look that said we were nuts.

"I doubt that Grissom would have taken it," Catherine chuckled. "He is more into racing those big ugly hissing cockroaches than nominating a new CSI for a fashion overhaul."

"That definitely wouldn't be Grissom-like of him," Warrick agreed.

"I would like to propose a toast to our friend and colleague Greg Sanders," I said as we lifted our juice glasses. "Also, we'll to toast Stacy and Clinton."

"To Greg on his wardrobe makeover, may he return to Vegas looking professional," we smiled and tapped the glasses. "To Stacy and Clinton, may they guide him and preserve their sanity."

We finished eating our breakfast and talked about other things besides work, Ecklie, Grissom's athletic bugs and Greg's adventure. After we finished, we each put a dollar and a quarter on the table for the tip. I went to the cashier and paid for the breakfast. When we left the dinner, Catherine and Warrick went to the lab while Sara and I stayed behind for awhile.

Sara's POV

It was nice of my wonderful husband to treat Warrick, Catherine and me to breakfast. I had a great time, especially when we made some terrible jokes about Ecklie. However, my attention span was short at times. I was concerned about Greg and how he was being treated. We hadn't heard from him since he was about to go through passengers-only area.

"Sara, are you okay?" Nick's voice broke me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I gave him a small smile.

"Are you thinking about Greg?" he asked.

"I am just worried about him being in New York City," I confessed. "I also am frightened that Stacy and/or Clinton had resorted to inflicting severe bodily harm on him."

"Sara, I think he will be fine," he reassured me. "From what I heard, he knows New York City. I doubt that he will find himself in trouble. As for being with Stacy and Clinton, I don't think they would resort to violence to make their points heard."

"I checked my cell phone to see if he left a message," I numbly looked at my phone again. "I know we told him to call us immediately if they give him trouble. However, I would like a phone call from him to let us know he is okay."

"You know what I think," he smiled that smile when he had a cute or silly theory. "Maybe he is giving both Stacy and Clinton a lot of grief. Either one of them probably found his cell phone and they might contact us to tell us to send him back to Vegas ASAP."

That theory was so funny, I couldn't stop giggling for a few moments. Leave it to my sweet Nicky to come up with some interesting ideas.

"I only hope that he doesn't drive them to the loony bin," I replied.

"They won't wind up there," Nick reassured me. "According to a friend of one of our niece's that watches the show religiously, they haven't gotten to that point yet."

"I hope you are right," I shook my head.

Nick was about to say something when his cell phone rang. He answered and put it on speaker mode so I could listen and contribute to the conversation.

"Stokes," Nick said. "Hey Greg, what's up? Are they taking good care of you?"

"I had just arrived in New York yesterday," Greg responded. "Thank you for the upgrade to business class."

"Where in New York City are you?" I asked.

"I am in the studio seeing the secret video footage," Greg answered. "They are making me face my wardrobe crimes in that 360 degree mirror, giving my clothes to charity and giving me new rules for buying my new wardrobe."

"Have they physically tortured you?" Nick asked. "Did they buy you a ticket for an earlier flight?"

"No to both of your questions, Nick," Greg chuckled. "They kind of tormented me emotionally. I need to tell you about that footage I saw."

"What about it, Greg?" I asked.

"Do you want to know who I saw in it?" Greg countered with another question.

"Let me guess," Nick beat me to the answer. "It's Ecklie! Hodges went to the locker room, saw my camcorder and borrowed it to film Ecklie. When I saw what he did, I told him to give it back to me."

"No wonder why I heard your yelling in the background," Greg chuckled. "Hodges should learn to ask before borrowing anything from anyone. Guys, I just wanted to call to let you know where I am and what's going on here. I know Nick has to go to work in a few hours. I have to get going myself. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Say hello to Grissom, Brass, Catherine, Warrick, Dr. Robbins, David and Hodges."

"We will! Take care of yourself," Nick and I said before he and Greg hung up.

Nick put his cell phone back in the holder. He looked at me with that inquisitive expression.

"Are you satisfied?" Nick asked.

"I am content," I smirked at him.

"Do you want to join me for a trip to Starbucks?" he asked. "Ever since we sent Greg to New York, we haven't had his famous Blue Hawaiian. I have to get some good coffee to pacify both our shifts."

I gave him a strange look.

"Guess who's pulling a double while Greg's out?" he asked.

"You are the one!" I responded in a way that caused Nick to give me that Texas sized grin.

"We are going to work together," he continued to smile. "Just don't get hopes up, it's only for this week."

"I know," I said softly. "I hate what Ecklie did to the team. At least, we get the same days off."

We got into the Tahoe and were on our way to Starbucks and work. Both Nick and I had Greg and his fashion adventure in our thoughts.

TBC