"So how many bags is she taking?" Warrick asked. "Last girl I took a trip with took six bags and we were only going for the weekend."

"Two." Nick replied. "And hand luggage."

"You're telling me you're going away for ten days and she's only taking two suitcases?" Warrick questioned.

"And they are only half full." Sara supplied walking in.

"You managed to half fill two suitcases for ten days?" Warrick asked.

"Yes."

"How exactly did you manage that?" Warrick queried.

"I learnt to pack light at a young age. I split what I wanted to pack evenly as possible between the bags in case they loose them in transit." Sara shrugged.

"It's still a little strange."

"What's a little strange?" Catherine asked as she walked in.

"Sara only packed the equivalent of one suitcase." Warrick explained.

"It's a honeymoon. Most people spend the majority of their honeymoons in their hotel rooms where clothing is optional." Catherine pointed out.

"Oh God." Sara said spitting the mouthful of coffee she had just taken back into her cup. "Where's Greg?"

"You didn't hear about his little accident?" Warrick asked.

"Accident?" Sara questioned.

"He was trying to flirt with a woman in a store and walked backwards into a box of something the shelf stack was putting out. Mildly sprained his ankle, so he's going to be stuck in the lab for a few days, but he's taking the night off to ice it." Warrick explained.

"He's never going to hear the end of this one." Nick said. "And we get lousy coffee for the night."

"Hold that thought." Sara suggested as she slipped off her shoes and climbed up on the counter.

"What are you doing?" Catherine asked.

"I know where Greg hides his stash." Sara replied. She grabbed the bag of coffee.

"Greg told you where he hides it?" Nick inquired.

"No. I just happened to be walking by when I saw him put it up there last night."

"Here." Nick helped her down.

"Thanks. I'll make the coffee."

"How does anyone survive on this?" Catherine asked helping by pouring the old pot down the drain.

"They hit Starbucks." Warrick suggested.

Sara was putting the coffee back when Grissom entered the room.

"Do I want to ask?" Grissom inquired.

"Just hiding Greg's stash." Sara responded as Nick helped her down again.

"We now have decent coffee again." Catherine said. "Rather than the toxic sludge that was here before."

"I presume all of you have already heard about Greg's little accident. He'll be back tomorrow."

"Do we know exactly what he fell over?" Nick inquired.

"I believe it was a box of Pringles." Grissom replied. "I don't know which flavour."

"I don't think that matters." Sara stated as she poured herself some of the freshly brewed coffee.

"As to assignments. Catching up on paperwork seems to be the task for tonight."

"No cases?" Warrick asked.

"It appears to be a slow day in Vegas. Days only had one case, swing shift had no cases so are all caught up on all their paperwork and since we were caught up on everything we have paperwork too."

"That can't be a good sign." Catherine said.

"The calm before the storm." Warrick muttered.

"It could be a good thing that no-one killed anyone today." Sara pointed out.

"Or no-one that anyone knows about yet." Nick countered.

"Oh the storm is coming it always does." Catherine sighed.

Just then they could hear a loud crack outside.

"I think they took you a little too literally." Warrick stated.

"Did they say anything about a storm on the weather?" Nick asked.

"No." Catherine replied.

"As long as it clears up in the next fourteen hours and our flight isn't cancelled. I'm not in the mood for an 18 and a half hour road trip." Sara said.

"And it's just bad form to be late for your own wedding." Catherine added. "Well not the bride, she's allowed to be late but the groom?" She shrugged.

TBC