Nick sat at the table with everyone else, pulling at his collar, damn tie was choking him to death. No one noticed his frequent glances towards the door, every so often he would catch Warrick or Catherine's glance, looking away quickly. They had worked too hard for this to happen, what would hopefully happen. Grissom at the moment was talking to the sheriff and Sofia – his date for the evening. Which in turn had sent Sara looking for a drink the moment she got here – alone. Warrick had his wife, Catherine and Nick came together which they told her she could have come with them, but she declined. Three was a crowd.
"Don't you think you ought to slow down a bit?" Catherine watched her, gulp down her second drink in ten minutes.
"Mind your own business" she warned and motioned the waiter to come over, but the waiter caught the slight headshake from Catherine and moved away out of earshot. Catherine busied herself by looking inside her purse, not much to look at but it diverted any attention from her.
"Anyone know how much longer we have to stay?" Warrick questioned half an hour had gone by already, no one had come to talk to them, and they had tired the lovely weather we're having small talk five minutes after they had sat down. Now if Sara were to leave they would have something to talk about.
"Hey Sara wanna grab us a drink?" she handed her some money, way more than enough to buy her, and the rest of the table drinks.
"Sure why not, beats sitting here anyways" she shared, leaving four of them to watch her leave
"Someone's crabby" Nick stated looking in Catherine's direction
"How much longer until we know if he's coming?" Nick requested, sounding like a five year old who just couldn't wait any longer
"I hope within the hour, this is boring" Warrick chimed in
Not Even 100 yards AwayGreg sat in his rental car, giving himself a pep talk, that just because he was nervous he could to this, it was childish to think that the only reason why he left was because of both his mentors.
"Damn fucking thing" he pulled at his tie, loosing it, he pulled it over his head, flinging it onto the seat, and unbuttoning the top button. There was no way he could go in there, his nerves the way they were in a tie that threatened to choke him.
That's just plain stupid my boySo why did I leave then?
Because you were offered a job in Los Angeles dummy
Why did I take it?
It was a better job, more chances of learning something new, different climate, different way of life, different People, the while nine yards.
So if they ask why I left, I say for a change of scenery?
Yep
Right like they'll believe that
They should if they're your friends
Whatever
Stop sitting out here in your car, and go in. Be civil, Be nice, all else fails duck out and call Alison.
That I can do.
So go. What's the worst that could happen?
That's what scares me. I don't know.
Being serious makes you a dull boy
"Fine I'm going" locking his car he took one final deep breath and made his way to the entrance.
"Here goes nothing" he mumbled as he opened the door and walked in.
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"Just like him to be fashionably late" Nick whispered to himself, who at the time had Catherine in his arms, taking a whirl around the dance floor
"You say something Nicky?" Catherine brought her head up, following his gaze, she noticed Greg, looking out of place.
"I'll be" Catherine plastered a smile and clapped as the song ended, "Go tell Warrick" she whispered only for Nick to hear and walked over towards Greg.
"Well I'll be Greg Sanders in the flesh" Catherine teased, looking around the room to see if Nick found Warrick yet, she was silently congratulating herself. It had been her idea, she wrote out the invitation, and Warrick mailed it.
"And look at you, not a day over 29" he complimented her as she leaned in for a peck on the cheek.
"That's what I miss, you always knew how to compliment me"
"What can I say, you were easy" he shrugged, looking around trying to remember names of faces he saw but others came more quickly than others.
"Come sit with us" linking her arm through his, she directed him over to the table that Warrick and Nick now alone sat talking in hushed tones.
"Is that you?" Warrick stood shaking hands with Greg, Nick standing up waiting to do the same
"I know you three sent the invitation"
"What are you talking about?" Nick denied smiling and finally sitting down, Greg with his back to the crowd, how they had planned it. In Sara's seat to be exact. Now if only they could find Sara.
"It's been what four years?" Nick asked, looking around but in the process trying not to make it look obvious
"About that"
"Excuse you you're in my seat" a half drunk Sara spoke glass in hand, donning a smile he turned in his seat.
"Hello Sara"
Crash
Can you guess what broke?