A/N: I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in a while... things have been a little crazy. This is a lighter, more fun chapter, and I hope you guys all enjoy it!
Chapter 13: "I Lost the Bet!"
Adam groaned after passing Sid the money. Picking up his phone, he fired off a text to Greg. I lost the bet.
Greg's response was almost immediate. So, she actually is pregnant?
Yeah. And she told Danny today.
And then came Greg's answer. Tell Sid I won our bet over here.
"You're freaking kidding me," Adam said aloud, causing Hawkes, Jo, and Sid to look at him. "What?"
"What's that about?" Jo asked.
"Greg and the Vegas CSIs were betting about who would win our bet."
Hawkes laughed.
"Well, of course they were," Jo said. "It's Vegas. They'll bet on anythin'."
"Yeah, well apparently, Greg won," Adam reported.
"Your best friend bet against you?" Sid asked.
"That's cold," Hawkes replied.
They think you're cold-hearted for betting against me, Adam sent to Greg.
I still won, Greg sent back.
Asshole.
If it makes you feel any better, Nick was in your corner.
"No, it doesn't make me feel any better, you asshole," Adam said to his phone as Mac, Lindsay, and Danny joined the rest of the team.
"Excuse me?" Danny asked.
"Greg bet against him," Jo replied.
You're my best friend, and you didn't have my back here, Adam sent in mock anger as the group congratulated the parents.
Oh, come on, like you've never bet against me, Greg sent back.
Not when it comes to something like this.
Greg's response was equally aggressive: Well, I also never would've bet that it would take Lindsay 3 days to tell Danny she was pregnant.
Adam shook his head. That's it. We're no longer friends.
Okay. Fine. Lose my number.
Adam chuckled as the team headed off to have a celebratory dinner. Won't take me that long. You and I both know you're going to drop or lose your phone again, and end up with a new number again really soon.
That's cold, man.
Adam scoffed. As cold as betting against your own friend?
Okay, okay. This is starting to get ugly. Truce?
Adam shook his head. Depends. How much did you win?
$600.
"Holy crap," Adam said as they got off the elevator. "The Vegas pool was 600 bucks!" What'd you do, get the whole lab to chip in? he asked Greg.
This is Vegas. There's no such thing as small bets.
Adam shook his head. So, Mr. Moneybanks, what's the plan?
Kids need new clothes, shoes, food…
Adam shrugged. Fair enough, he sent back.
Morgan's not thrilled about it either. She thought Hawkes was gonna be right.
At least she didn't bet against her best friend, Adam retorted.
"Are you and your girlfriend done there?" Danny teased as they sat down in the restaurant.
"Not my girlfriend, my husband," Adam joked back. "And no, not when I'm winning."
You're a strong man. You'll get over it, Greg sent.
Adam shook his head. Asshole.
Gotta go, new case. Tell them we said congrats from out here.
Will do, Adam sent as he said, "the Vegas Crime Lab congratulates you guys."
"Tell them thanks," Danny replied.
They send their thanks. Have a good night, Adam sent.
Night, Greg replied.
A/N: Episode is "Nine-Thirteen" (CSI:NY). Please review! :)