A/N- First of all, no worries my dearies…much better mood! Only one whack job emailed me! Second, you guys are gonna hate me! So I was sitting around doodling up something for a Knowledge sequel when this completely random thing hit me. Therefore I've decided to piss you all off and make you wait for the date again. Chapter 7 is guaranteed to be a non-gay date though, no matter what pops up in my head…so don't hate just yet people. You've been faithful so far and it's appreciated!

---This chapter is for my brother. Um…yeah there was a bit of an incident. Apparently when you leave poptarts unattended in a toaster long enough to turn around and get chocolate milk, that is plenty of time for said poptarts to catch fire. I'm broke and can't buy another toaster so this is my way of saying "My bad, dude…"

"I can't believe you passed that up," Sara said as she pulled into her parking lot.

"What?"

"Kicking Hodges' ass."

"I'll leave the bludgeoning of Hodges up to you."

"Really? You should try it, Cath…you wouldn't believe how much fun it is!"

"I would love to kick his ass, but would you just look at these nails!" Catherine said while proudly displaying her hands in front of her. "That is too much effort wasted on one person, and that one person isn't worth the risk to these nails."

"God, you are such a girl!"

"Duh, Sara."

"You know what I meant, Cath," she said as she unlocked her door and led Catherine inside her apartment.

"Holy hell! You live here?"

"Yeah?" Sara scoffed.

"Well…it's, Sara…this is very nice." Catherine was very, very shocked. She had expected the worst when she stepped into the apartment. You know, beer cans, dirty dishes, pizza boxes, ketchup stains on the carpet. Not even close. Sara was…whoa.

"Thanks, I guess."

"What is that?" Catherine asked pointing at a painting on her wall.

"A Jack Vettriano. It's called 'Dance Me to the End of Love.' Nice huh?"

"Beautiful, really." Catherine whipped around to face her, "You're a hopeless romantic!"

"No, I just like the premise of the painting. God, you read too much into crap. Don't get all touchy feely on me, or I'll kick your ass next." Sara headed towards the kitchen, "Want a beer before we start this whole deal?"

"Like you really have to ask," Catherine laughed.

After five beers apiece, the two women were not really in any condition to be making decisions on date outfits but, hey, after five beers apiece, they weren't really in any condition to realize any different.

"Ridiculous, Sara, you haves got nothing!"

"This thingy?" Sara held up her angora sweater.

Catherine fell onto Sara's bed laughing, "Call a cab, we're going to my house! You've got shit to wear and you need to look hot! If Grissom is gay, we're gonna make that fairy regret it!"

By the time the cab got to her apartment the women had already downed another two beers apiece.

"Aw, fuck beans. Wheres ma keys? Youse gots them?" Catherine asked.

Sara drunkenly shook her head. "Look in tha…pick uh, pockets."

Catherine searched her jacket pockets and came up with her keys. Three whole minutes of trying to finesse them into the lock later, they were finally in the house.

"We gosta be shhh?" Sara whispered.

"She's wis my mom. S'okay ta be loud."

Sara gladly took advantage of that opportunity and cranked the stereo. "Frickin' good tunes, Cat!"

"I know it. Why you thinks I bought it?"

"Where's the beer?"

"Yeah…is through there." She pointed through the doorway into the kitchen. Sara stumbled in and a minute later, stumbled out with more to drink.

"This is really good beer, Cat."

"We're drunk, any beer'sa good beer."

"Point taken," Sara said and took a giant swig of her beer.

"Yup." And Catherine matched Sara's drink with one of her own.

"Great beer," she laughed.

"Oh, we should call Grissom about your date!"

"We aren't that drunk, Catherine."

"Why'd did…how come we came here?"

"Some kind of…reason or another."

"Some…gay?" Catherine guessed.

"Clothes!"

"Oh, yeah!"

They laughingly stood up and stumbled their way into the kitchen to get another beer before they made their way to Catherine's bedroom. When they got there, Sara was in shock.

"Whoa!"

"I know right?!" Catherine was extremely proud.

"That is juss beyond ridiculous, ya know."

"I know," Catherine agreed still not wiping to smugly proud smile off of her face.

"Your closet is bigder than my wholes apartment!" Sara laughed.

"I know!"

Sara stepped into the big ass closet that could, in fact, swallow her apartment whole and be left asking for seconds. She went into fashion overdrive. Instantly she began buzzing around 'oohing' and 'aahing' at everything she saw.

"How you gonna cope if he's a gay guy?"

"He aint queer!" Sara defended.

"Juss a question!"

"I'll get him to prove he aint!"

"How youse gonna do that?"

Sara took another long drink of beer "Legally I can think of about four things to do with him. Illegally…oh, buddy," she smirked.

"I fear for that man," Catherine laughed. "Lets us get on with clothes…on with clothes."

"What am I wearing?"

"I've uh, had somethin in ma head all days, Sara. Is perfect for your ass," Catherine grinned and retrieved the outfit. "Literally."

Sara gasped, "The hell is that?"

"I said we were gonna make him regret bein gays."

"How?"

"Your outfit," Catherine said and handed it to Sara.

"This is my outfit? Where the hells the rest of it?!"

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'Oh, my god… Oh, my god… Oh, my god… Oh, my god…' Grissom was pacing like crazy at his house. He still had plenty of time before he had to go pick up Sara…for their date. Actually he had three hours until he needed to go and that would still give them ample time to just go slow. He was already dressed had the tickets in his pocket and everything. He had already primped in the mirror twenty times already, making sure not one hair was out of place.

'Go sit your old ass down, Gil. You have too much time on you hands.' He sat down on his couch and nervously smoothed out the wrinkles in his dress pants that weren't there. 'Screw it, at least with pacing you had something to do!' He got up and started pacing again when his phone rang.

"Grissom."

"Hey."

"Oh, it's you."

"Gee, thanks."

"You need something, Catherine?"

"Okay, first of all, not so loud."

"Uh, alright…sorry."

"Second, last night…were you home?" she asked.

"Yes."

She covered up the mouthpiece of her phone but he could still hear some of what she was saying. 'No…bite me…I'll give you goats…you want to talk to him then…that's what I thought…I'm going to ask…calm down…damage control…Advil…pint of ice cream…then cab.'

"Gil?"

"I'm here."

"You said you were home?"

"Yeah."

"You get any phone calls…from any mysterious drunks?"

"No. Should I have?"

"God, no!"

"Alright then."

"Yeah…I'm going to hang up now, Gil. Have a great date- DAY!"

'She did not tell you to have a great date. Calm down, you spaz…she did not. No one knows.' He checked his watch. Wow! That conversation had taken all of three minutes…so much for time just flying by.

Grissom did the only thing he knew would take his mind off of Sara. He went and played with his little Dick.

Sara would like Dick very much. He was very friendly and Grissom was very sure that they would get along quite well.

An entomologist having a pot bellied pig was kind of funny, especially when the pig was named after a famous detective. Dick didn't make the entire three hours tick away, but losing an hour and a half to him was good enough for Grissom.

He decided now that maybe television might be promising so he plopped down on the couch and reached for the remote, only for the phone to ring.

"Grissom."

"Uh…um…"

"Sara?"

"Yeah, it's me."

"Why are you calling?" he was worried. 'She's calling to cancel, you oaf!'

"I…uh…"

"Need to cancel?"

"God, no!"

"What then?! You're killing me here, Sara!" he laughed nervously.

"Sorry, it's just…um, can you come over now?"

"What?"

"I've…um been ready."

"For how long?" he laughed.

"Not that long…long enough, though."

"Well I've been ready for three hours. I'll come over now. I'm bored, the primping is getting old," he laughed and hung up.

'Primping…ohhh, maybe he is gay!' Sara thought and groaned as she dropped her head back on her couch. She then looked down at Catherine's clothes. 'Well, he is going to regret it if he is.'

A/N2- Do me a favor and forget that Sara had her whole alcohol issue…or remember that she did and hate the fact that she just got trashed. It's not like she got drunk for the same reasons as before!

For real…you that mad at me?

Review and express your true feelings! Oh, and seriously check out that painting by the way, it's one of my favorites…Jack Vettriano is the man.

thegreatbluespoon---is a terrible, terrible person…but she's come to terms with that.