A/N: More to come later within the next few days. Enjoy
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"I feel like I'm forgetting something" Greg stood, hands on hips staring down at his duffel bag on the bed, he knew he was forgetting something, running through a mental list, he still came up with nothing he had forgotten.
"You have you're suits, shirts, ties, underwear, socks and dress shoes?" Alison asked walking into the bedroom, she had been ready for over an hour. Nothing like Greg to wait to the last minute
"That's it! I forgot my Disney tie" he moved towards the closet but was blocked by Alison
"Honey no"
"But its my favourite" he tried reaching behind to grasp the handle but she was quicker
"It's ugly and makes you look silly"
"Please?"
"No"
"Pretty please?" he stuck out his lower lip, using his best puppy eyes
"Fine"
"Thank you" a quick kiss and she moved out of the way
"Is that you have left to do?"
"Yep" he very carefully wrapped his tie around his garment bag. Which held Alison's dress too.
"Are you sure?" Alison crossed her arms, waiting for his reply
"Yes" he stated firmly, he was not forgetting anything.
"Okay then, grab your stuff and we're good to go"
"Eye eye Captain!"
His hand had just touched the door knob, when the shrilling noise of the phone rang through the apartment.
"You go I got it" Alison told him, making her way back to the last place they had put the phone. He didn't move however
"If that's Norton say sorry already in the car"
"It's the house phone" she smiled shaking her head, and answering all within seconds.
"That don't mean an thing, I know for a fact it can go from here to the store" he noticed the change in atmosphere around her, her face said it all something was wrong.
"Ya I'm on my way" the phone slid to the counter in the kitchen, and she used her hands to support her
"What's the matter?" he put down everything he was carrying, walking over, without a word taking her into his arms, it was then she started crying.
"Babe?" she stepped away from him wiping her eyes, letting out a long breath
"My mother is in critical condition, she got into an accident on the way to visit my sister"
"We're going, Vegas be damned"
"No we're not, I am you go"
"I'm not going to leave you"
"I'll be fine, it was probably her fault, there's always an explanation and no this isn't the first time"
"What do you mean its not the first time?"
"For years my mother has been trying to kill herself"
"Why not just do it and get it over with?"
"That's not her way of doing, it she's had close calls, almost dying, never actually doing it"
"How come I was never told this sooner?"
"What was I supposed to say, Oh ya by the way my mother likes to attempt suicide, each attempt brings her closer to her goal? No thank you, don't you have a plane to catch?"
"I still think I should stay"
"Greg, I will be fine"
"Then what was just a minute ago, you balling your eyes out?" he leaned his lower back against the counter and crossed his arms, giving her one of his serious looks
"That was not balling my eyes out, it just took me by surprise, I thought she was getting better, hadn't happened in a while"
"Right" he sarcastically said
"I'm serious, let's go, after I drop you off, I'll swing by the hospital and play the concerned daughter to a T like I always do" she shrugged her shoulders, crossing her arms winning the staring contest that had unofficially began.
"If I go with you to Vegas, I will never hear the end of it, believe me Vegas will always be there, but there's only so much of my mother's nagging I can take"
"You're sure, I feel like I'm in this test, if I go, you'll be mad, if I don't go you'll be mad"
"I am not mad, go to Vegas, bring me back something nice, and have a good time"
"Alright but I don't like this"
"Sure sure"
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Las Vegas"Okay, which is worse getting a two week old decomp or decorating for Grissom's party?" Nick asked as he blew up yet another balloon, totaling twenty on his side, which made him start to feel a little woozy.
"Definitely this" Warrick replied, tying off his ninetieth balloon
"At least we don't have to work" came from behind the biggest stack of all, Catherine's
"Are we paying enough for the room so we don't have to do this, why aren't we using helium?"
"Ecklie would only cover so much, it was either having the place decorated or catered, I for one am not up to slaving over a hot stove and do you know how much helium costs?" she hit her balloon in the direction of all the others, the floor.
Sara walked in nursing a cup of coffee, bags under each eye, she had been drinking the night before they all knew, it was really nothing new. They were used to seeing this side of Sara, the one who hadn't gotten a decent night sleep in over a year, in the shower long enough to wash her hair and that was it, barely eating, and drinking booze and coffee. No inhaling the coffee the night after a day filled of drinking.
"Look what the cat dragged in" Nick grinned, tossing a balloon in her direction, swatting it away, it popped, loudly and she winced. Just like every other day.
"You don't look to good" Catherine said stretching out another balloon, Nick and Warrick fighting over who got the next balloon, Catherine finally having to take the bag away and hading them each one like they were four.
"Didn't sleep too well"
"When do you ever?" was covered up by a big blow on Nick's part, doubling the size of the balloon.
"I'm going to find Grissom and start working, have fun" she said standing not bothering to hear anyone's reply
"Is Greg coming?" Catherine questioned, to who she didn't specify
"Not sure" Warrick answered her
"I hope so, then maybe Sara can have the happy ending she deserves" Nick said, they all resumed their tasks without saying another word.