A/N: I'm glad you guys are enjoying this story, because I have so much fun writing these chapters. :) See the first chapter for the disclaimer. I hope you guys enjoy this one, and please review. :)

Chapter 7: "What the…", Part 2

After flipping open his phone at an hour too early for Saturday morning, he was greeted by Greg singing, "have you ever seen the rain?"

Adam stared down at his phone in confusion. "What?"

"I don't know," Greg said in his normal voice. "Have you ever noticed how weird desert rain is?"

"I have, yes, considering I grew up out there. Are you high or something?"

Pause. Followed by, "no, not right now."

"Doesn't LVPD do random drug tests?"

"Yes. I have clean urine in my locker."

Adam shook his head. "You're weirder than usual. Did something bad happen last night?"

Another pause, and Adam felt himself growing slightly worried. Then Greg said, "have you ever heard of pifflings?"

"Puffin offspring?" Adam replied. "Sure."

"So then you're familiar with 'night of the pifflings'."

"Yeah. Why? You had pifflings in Vegas?"

"A night of, so to speak."

Adam nodded as he realized what Greg was talking about. "Oh, I get it. Fight night in Vegas, huh?"

"Yes. Followed by hammered morning at my house."

Adam laughed slightly. "Ahh… now this conversation makes sense. You're not slurring yet, though, buddy."

"Well, I'm only up to one," Greg clarified.

"You sound way more drunk than that, given your word choices," Adam retorted.

"Eh."

Adam shook his head at his friend's dismissal. "So, what else is new?"

"Well, in addition to all the new cases we had last night, there's this massive backlog in my lab right now, and the director is on all our asses to get that under control."

Adam snorted. "Huh. They don't expect much from you, do they?"

"Nope."

Adam nodded. "So, you're one and done today, right?" he said. Not that it ever was an issue, but he didn't like Greg drinking too much, what with the worry of alcohol poisoning…

"Yeah," Greg said, cutting into Adam's thoughts. "I'm already tired, and this is making me sleepier."

"Good."

Greg snorted slightly. "Okay, Mom."

Adam frowned. "Can't I at least be your dad? I don't hover that much."

"I guess."

He heard the tired slur in his friend's voice, and knew it wouldn't be too much longer. "How are your parents?"

"Fine."

"That's good."

The only response Adam got was a snore.

A/N: Episode is Fight Night (CSI).