A/N: Heyy guys! Sorry it's been so long since I posted one of these, but I will reach 101, and who knows, I may keep going ;) Thank you as always for the great feedback, I really appreciate it. This is a prompt from McGeeklover, who asked for drugged Greg. Again, this will be a two parter! A good prompt to work with :) Enjoy!

Summary – Nick and Warrick take Greg out, but when Greg starts to act strangely is he drunk, or is there something else going on which will put the young CSI in danger?

Birthday Blues

Greg Sanders groaned in protest as his friends Warrick Brown and Nick Stokes practically dragged him down the street looking for a club for them to hang out.

"Come on guys, I told you I don't want to celebrate" Greg told them for what felt like the thousandth time.

"It's your big 3-0 Greggo!" Nick reminded him happily "You gotta let us buy you at least a few beers"

"But I don't want to celebrate the fact that I'm old now!" the new CSI said, feeling utterly depressed.

"Excuse me, but some of us are knocking on 40!" Warrick reminded him and Greg shrugged sheepishly.

"We might even get you a lap dance" Nick teased.

"Why didn't I just keep my mouth shut" Greg mumbled to himself and rolled his eyes. "Fine, I will have a few drinks with you, but I'm not happy about it and I'd much rather be at home watching the X-files re-runs, eating the cold pizza which is probably stuffed under the couch."

"Ah, the student life" Warrick said nostalgically. "Better grow out of that now Greggo!"

"No, I'm not growing up anymore, I refuse" Greg said stubbornly "this is my last birthday, ever"

Nick and Warrick finally picked out a club they were happy with, and the three CSI's took some stools at the bar. Although Greg hated to admit it, once he had a couple of beers inside him, he was starting to enjoy himself. Maybe celebrating his birthday wasn't so bad after all, since Warrick and Nick were paying as a present.

The conversation was mainly idle, and all talk of work was off the table for the night. But, Greg liked just talking and laughing with his friends again, it was especially nice to see Nick so happy, after the being buried incident had only been a few months before.

"Fancy something a little stronger?" Warrick asked the younger man. Nick had gone off somewhere after claiming he'd just spotted his future wife from across the room.

"Yes please" Greg giggled a little as a placed a hand over his mouth. He'd always been a bit of a light weight, ever since he was 14 and stole a bottle of his Grandfather's whisky.

"Atta boy!" Warrick said patting the younger man on the back "two Scotch on the rocks please" he asked the bartender.

The bartender placed Greg's drink down next to him and another Scotch someone else had ordered. Greg was too busy talking to Warrick to notice that he picked up the wrong drink. The CSI had flung the whole thing back in about 3 seconds. Warrick was impressed.

"Funny, I don't remember it tasting like that" Greg said as he leant on the bar.

Warrick laughed "I don't think you'll be able to remember much buddy!"

Half an hour later and Nick suddenly returned with a disgruntled look in his face. "She's married" he huffed "she could have told me that before I tried to kiss her!"

"Aww Nick man, don't worry about it" Greg said flinging an arm around his friend "It doesn't matter about her, cos I love you man" the young CSI slurred as his head lolled forward. "I love you, and Warrick, like, so much"

The two other CSI's laughed, thinking their friend was just extremely drunk "We love you too Greggo" Nick smiled.

"I wanna dance" Greg suddenly blurted excitedly. "Do you wanna dance? Let's dance!" he stood up practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Just look at all the colours from the lights; oh they're so bright and pretty!"

Warrick and Nick shared a look "Yes very nice, but maybe you should calm down a bit Greggo" Warrick told him.

"No way, it's my birthday!" Greg exclaimed. The music suddenly changed "Oh I love this song!" he exclaimed. The young CSI turned and tapped the woman next to him on the shoulder "Hey, erm I think you're really pretty and erm, I really like you, you want to dance with me?" he pulled some puppy dog eyes "Please, It's my birthday, I'm turning 21"

The woman laughed "Okay, sure" she conceded. Greg whooped happily and then grabbed the woman's hand before leading her to the dance floor. All Nick and Warrick could do was look after their friend in absolute astonishment.

"What the hell have we done?" Nick breathed. "We broke Greg. That innocent kid"

Warrick shrugged "He's having fun, which he seemed pretty determined not the do earlier"

"Yeah, I guess so" Nick said with a sigh as they turned back the bar "I just don't want him to hurt himself is all. I mean, he's hyper when he's sober, this is just ridiculous"

"He'll be fine" Warrick said placing a comforting hand on his friends back. "This is Greg we're talking about, he's crazy, but he ain't stupid."

"Yeah, and he's also like our little brother, Warrick" Nick reminded him "And that means we have to protect him."

"Oh, lighten up will ya!" Warrick said nudging his friends shoulder "the guys just turned 30! He's not a kid anymore, Nick"

"Yeah, I know" Nick said twisting the beer bottle around on the bar. "But he's always going to be a little brother to me"

"Here, here" Warrick said and they tapped their beer bottles together before taking a drink.

Greg and the girl he'd asked to dance, Natasha, had ended up outside the back of the club, kissing each other passionately.

"I love you so much" Greg said as he pulled away momentarily.

"Sweet, considering we only met twenty minutes ago" Natasha said before they started kissing again. Suddenly Natasha's phone vibrated. She prised herself away for a moment to read the text "Shit, I gotta go into work" she said with a role of her eyes.

"No, don't go" Greg pleaded as he tried to kiss her again, but she just smiled and placed a finger to his lips.

"Call me" she said placing a business card in the pocket of Greg's jeans and hurrying off down the alley.

Greg sighed and slumped to the floor, feeling really sad all of a sudden. "Some birthday this is" he muttered.

The CSI shakily dragged himself to his feet and leaned against the wall for support. When had it gotten so hot? Greg undid a few of the buttons at the top of his shirt to try and get some air in. There was a strange tingling sensation running up and down the CSI's body, similar to when he was on a caffeine rush. But this felt stranger, like Greg didn't have control of his body anymore. Greg's jaw muscles seem to feel tighter as he tried to breath, and his heart rate was going faster.

A cat suddenly ran across the alley, running in between some trash cans as it did so, causing them to wobble and crash into each other.

"What? Who's there?" Greg asked desperately as he looked at the dumpster surrounded by trash cans with wide eyes. "Please, just come out" the CSI begged. A group of people suddenly walked past the other end of the ally laughing. Greg spun round and his breathing hitched "No, please don't hurt me!" he yelled. "I know you're trying to hurt me!"

Scared, the young CSI started running away from the danger he was convinced he was in. The shadows, they were following him, and they wouldn't let him escape. In his fear and desperation, Greg suddenly tripped and smacked his head hard against the ground.

The CSI groaned and turned onto his side. Then, everything went black.

Aww poor Greggo, I'm so mean to him :( Will Nick and Warrick find him before something happens? What exactly did happen? Stay tuned to find out more! ;)

I'm nearly out of prompts! *gasp* I need more to gobble up please, but I do have some ideas of my own for the time being :)

Oh, and there will be a revenge fic following Morgan and Sara's prank on the boys in the previous story ;)

Please Review :) xx