CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Chapter Eight

Gil Grissom

"We Won"

It was a few days layer that the awards ceremony actually began (winning $50, 000 dollars was a big deal for the Crime Labs, who needed constant funding) and it took place in one of the many fancy casinos in Las Vegas. Grissom hardly ever attended these kinds of celebrations, unless a murder had occurred and his team was called in. So it was a funny feeling to dress up in a neat tuxedo on the evening, glancing at himself in the mirror as he left his house. All the way there his thoughts were wandering to Sara.

After she had limped across the finish line, there was uproar. San Francisco had indeed dropped their baton and the team weren't taking too well toward one very angry Cynthia in the end. Not only did they drop their baton, but they would have been disqualified anyway, after all the cheating they did. The fact that Sara had actually forced herself to finish the race, even though she was injured, made Grissom's heart swell in pride. He smiled.

When Grissom arrived and entered the large hall, he was greeted by a swarming crowd either dancing, hanging out by the many round tables or mingling, wine glasses chinking and a low rumbling of chatter.

"Grissom!" someone called, and Catherine pushed her way forward. She was wearing an attractive red dress, long blonde hair cascading out over her shoulders.

"You look nice" said Grissom politely.

"Thanks"

"Have you seen the others?"

Catherine pointed to a small group over at a table, right near the dance floor. They both edged their way along through the crowd and to the rest of the team, who greeted their boss.

"Well congratulations, all of you" said Brass, "I knew you'd show the day shift just how much their record for losing could be steamrolled."

"Where's Nick and Sara?" asked Grissom as he took a seat.

Warrick nodded his head over to the dance floor and Grissom felt his heart leap and drop at the same time. Sara was dancing with Nick, laughing as they twirled among all the other dancers. He felt a pang of jealousy.

Catherine smiled knowingly at him, "Go dance with her." She gave him a wink.

Grissom swallowed and sighed. The rest of his team smiled as he stood up and made his way over to the dancing couple bravely. Grissom blinked and tapped Nick on the shoulder, "May I"

Nick stopped and grinned at his boss moving aside so Grissom could take a shocked Sara as the music turned to a slower tune. She was wearing a nice and simple black dress which showed just how much of a woman she was.

"What's this?" she asked, smiling her brilliant gap toothed smile.

"I believe it's called dancing" he said as he slipped his hands around her waist.

She smiled against his shoulder as they moved slowly across the dance floor with all the other couples. She felt protected here, in his arms. Like she was at home, floating in an endless cloud of bliss. Grissom stroked her bare back and sighed, savoring the feeling of her delicate skin.

"How sweet!" squealed Catherine from her seat, "Don't they make a cute couple?"

"Yeah, so did Antony and Cleopatra and look what happened with them" murmured Greg, who felt a little queasy.

Warrick stood up and offered his arm to Catherine, "May I have this dance?"

She smiled down at him as Nick covered his snort with a fake cough. The couple left to join Sara and Grissom. Nick turned to Greg.

"'May I have this dance'?" he mimicked in a high squeaky voice, "How cheesy."

Back on the dance floor Grissom swirled Sara around and breathed in her scent.

"So what happened to Cynthia?" Grissom asked. Instantly he felt her body tense against hers.

"San Francisco are sore losers. They couldn't stand to lose so they flew home the night after it ended" said Sara bluntly.

Grissom laughed and leaned down to her ear, "Don't worry, she's not my kind."

"Oh really?"

"No" he gave her a small kiss, "You are."

She could feel her face blush as the song ended and Grissom pulled away and looked down at the brunette.

"Oh and um…Sara" he said.

"Yeah?"

"I'm really sorry for making you run."

She gave an evil laugh and fake punched him on the chest, "Oh, no! You're not let off the hook that easily! I'm still going to get you and the rest of the team back!"

Grissom's throat went dry.

An hour later after all the drinking and talking and dancing, everyone was seated, and a round of clapping started as the same short stocky little man from the beginning of the race stood up on stage.

He cleared his throat and the noise hushed down, "As we all know, this is a big reward and event for all of Our Crime Labs, and I won't bore you with a long and boring speech. Instead let us congratulate the winners of this competition."

He looked down at a piece of paper in his hands, "Mr. Gilbert Grissom, Miss Catherine Willows, Mr. Greg Sanders, Mr. Nick Stokes, Mr. Warrick Brown and Miss Sara Sidle, can you please come up here Team Las Vegas!"

There was a loud round of applause and a chorus of music started as the team got up, weaving through the tables and walked up onto the stage, Grissom at their lead. He had butterflies in his stomach as he shook hands with the man and was allowed to use the microphone to make his speech. As he cleared his throat (and nerves) all the pale faces bobbing in the blackness stared at him, unmoving.

"Hello. I'm happy to be here tonight and winning this has been a great achievement amongst our Lab" he begun, he turned to look at his team, "And it's all thanks to these people here that we won…"

Grissom suddenly noticed something; Sara wasn't up on stage with them. And as he turned away he noticed something else too, a small red dot the size of a pinprick was visible on Catherine's neck. Instantly Grissom's mind went on guard. Was there a sniper somewhere in this room waiting to shoot Catherine? Grissom paused in his speech, completely unsure what to do next as he eyed the red dot. That was until a loud echoing bang resounded throughout the hall, and he reacted on instinct pushing Catherine out of the red dots path.

"Grissom!" she cried, grabbing the front of his jacket as she fell away.

He tumbled right after her and Greg tried to catch them from falling, but their weight was too much and all three of them plowed into Nick and Warrick. The presentation music in the room faltered just as all five of them tumbled off stage and right into the food table, which collapsed with a loud groan. As Nick fell his foot got tangled in the long, billowing stage curtains and they were ripped of their hooks with a terrible noise. The hall froze as all the commotion happened, and people were gasping, beginning to get up.

The curtains had torn right through the line to a large net hovering on the ceiling, and a cascade of balloons were released onto five very disheveled people. They floated down and exploded with loud pops! On all the food. Greg, who was decorated in bits of roast chicken and lettuce, squealed and covered his head. A wet patch appeared near the zipper of his pants.

"That's gross man!" said Nick in disgust, his head buried in pudding.

Greg turned pink with embarrassment as he tried to cover up the patch on his pants.

"What the hell just happened?!" yelled Catherine from her place near the fruit, "Grissom!"

"You had a dot on you!" he quickly explained as a large crowd begun to gather around the destroyed table.

"So ya pushed her!" snapped a very frustrated Warrick, his frizzy hair sticky with alcohol and soda. Not to even mention the broken glass he was sitting on, "You pushed her 'cause she had a dot on her!"

"This tastes nice" said Nick distractingly licking the pudding from his face.

"You don't understand!" sighed Grissom, picking himself from the squished deserts, "It was a dot."

Warrick gritted his teeth and picked up a still intact treacle tart. Just as Grissom begun walking away toward the gathering crowd, Warrick pegged it at him and it smacked right into the back of his head. Everyone went silent. Waiting for Grissom's reaction as he slowly turned on the spot to glare at his friend.

"It's on!"

In the next second a custard pie was flying through the air and it hit Warrick smack bang in the face. He reached up and pulled the batter off his face, the custard was everywhere, his usually dark skin pale with food.

"Food Fight!" roared Greg pouncing on Nick and smothering his face in ice-cream.

"Get off me!" screamed Nick, remembering how Greg had wet himself earlier.

Catherine began laughing, until she got hit in the chest by Warrick and Grissom with a pile of custard pudding. She stopped and her eyes narrowed. Everything then was a frenzy of food flying through the air, and the team struggling around in the mess for more ammo amongst their giggles and curses. Some of the onlookers were laughing, others shaking their heads in disappointment. But all sound and movement was halted by a high pitched laugh. The team froze as the crowd parted to reveal a grinning Sara, holding a small metal tube.

"Damn thing wont work" she said holding up the laser.

The team stared at her wide eyed.

"That was you!" exclaimed an amazed Grissom.

Sara nodded, glee clear on her face.

The team all looked at each other and simultaneously, picked up a piece of food. Then all five pieces flew toward Sara. But it didn't matter, making them all look like idiots in public was all worth it.

End

A:N/ Well that story was a wild thrown out one. Hope you liked it even if I didn't, i just haven't had much motivation lately so im not writing like i used to. But thanks to all who read and an even bigger thanks to everyone who reviewed. People are encouraged to write more that way. Anyway until next time.

Sar'z