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The Crime Scene Investigation team consisting of Gil Grissom (Supervisor), Catherine Willows, Warrick Brown, Nick Stokes, Sara Sidle, Greg Sanders, and Jim Brass are out at the bar off of Fifth Street for their annual party.
Warrick: "Well guys, I think Greggo here has already had a few too many and we are what, an hour into the party?"
Greg: Pointing an index finger at Warrick, he replies: "Hey, that.. is.. soo..not.. tr..uuu..e." His words are slowly moving into a slur as he then passes out on the floor beside Nick.
Nick: He laughs and stands up. "Ha, I guess I'll take care of this one. C'mon Greg buddy." Nick picks him up by the under arms and drags him into the hall through the double doors to go to the bathroom.
Catherine: She turns around quickly to notice Nick walking into the bathroom with Greg, the woman’s bathroom. "Nick, do you even pay attention to the types of rooms you walk into?" She points to the sign on the door.
Nick: Embarrassed, he turns to leave. "Ahh, sorry Cath." He turns around, and walks down the hall when Catherine calls his name.
Catherine: "Nick, wait now, what happened to him? We have barely even started! Get him up, lots to do on our nights off." With a playful wink, she switches direction and walks through the two doors Nick just recently did.
(Back to Nick and Greg. In the men’s bathroom)
Nick pulls Greg to the sink and pours a handful of cold, refreshing water on his face. Greg slowly opens his eyes as Nick is pulling him towards the toilet where he empties his stomach.
The rest of the crew are sitting out in the bar enjoying the night and the time off of work. They are all talking and laughing as Catherine Walks back in to join them.
Sara: “Bout time Catherine, did you see Greg? How is he?” She said and burst into laughter.
Nick is walking back in with Greg directing him to his seat.
Catherine turns around to see them both. “Let’s just say we won’t be seeing much of him tomorrow morning. He’ll need another day off.”
Greg lets a long and loud burp go and plops down into his seat practically falling asleep on Gil’s arm, when he pushes him off.
Jim: “Yeah, maybe not for a couple mornings.”
The whole team laughs and continues their conversations.
Sara: “Hey guys I got a deck of cards, who’s in?” Sara pulls the deck from her left pocket and sets them on the table in front of Warrick.
Warrick: “I’ll deal!” Warrick picks up the cards from the table, shuffles them, hands them out, and everyone gets ready to play pass the ace.
An hour has passed and Gil Grissom had whooped everyone with a consideration of not one single person knowing of his “hidden card talent.”
About twenty minutes after the game had ended and the winnings were handed out they paid for their drinks, left a tip, grabbed their coats, and headed outside to go back to their houses to finish the night off.
As everyone is walking out single file, all of the pagers go buzzing off.
Gil: “Emergency 419 at McCarthy Airport?”
Catherine: “And to think we were having such a great night and for once a night off!”
Nick: “Perfect way to end a night.” He replied dryly.
They all split up, Catherine and Gil jump into his silver Tahoe, Jim and Greg hop into the cop car, and Nick, Sara, and Warrick all go into the green Mercedes owned by Warrick. Within a few seconds, they are pulling out, and heading for the Airport.
When they arrive, Officer Metcalf greets them and fills them in on the case and what has happened. A private jet carrying five passengers had blown up just after take-off.
The explosion killed all the passengers and workers on board.
Catherine: “Gil, I’ll be right back I’ll get our kits from the Tahoe.” She said and walked off towards the vehicle, popped the trunk and reached in for the two kits.
Catherine starts walking back towards Gil, and that’s when it happened.
Catherine was forced up and blown near fifty feet in the air. She lands a hard landing on the cement and rolls to the dirt. She’s bleeding on her arm, leg, and it’s running from her forehead.
The Tahoe is on fire and the paramedics that are already there are telling everyone to stay away, but Gil doesn’t listen.
Gil: “Catherine, no!” He runs towards her when a fireman grabs his two shoulders and forces him back. “Let me go!”
The Crime Scene Investigation team consisting of Gil Grissom (Supervisor), Catherine Willows, Warrick Brown, Nick Stokes, Sara Sidle, Greg Sanders, and Jim Brass are out at the bar off of Fifth Street for their annual party.
Warrick: "Well guys, I think Greggo here has already had a few too many and we are what, an hour into the party?"
Greg: Pointing an index finger at Warrick, he replies: "Hey, that.. is.. soo..not.. tr..uuu..e." His words are slowly moving into a slur as he then passes out on the floor beside Nick.
Nick: He laughs and stands up. "Ha, I guess I'll take care of this one. C'mon Greg buddy." Nick picks him up by the under arms and drags him into the hall through the double doors to go to the bathroom.
Catherine: She turns around quickly to notice Nick walking into the bathroom with Greg, the woman’s bathroom. "Nick, do you even pay attention to the types of rooms you walk into?" She points to the sign on the door.
Nick: Embarrassed, he turns to leave. "Ahh, sorry Cath." He turns around, and walks down the hall when Catherine calls his name.
Catherine: "Nick, wait now, what happened to him? We have barely even started! Get him up, lots to do on our nights off." With a playful wink, she switches direction and walks through the two doors Nick just recently did.
(Back to Nick and Greg. In the men’s bathroom)
Nick pulls Greg to the sink and pours a handful of cold, refreshing water on his face. Greg slowly opens his eyes as Nick is pulling him towards the toilet where he empties his stomach.
The rest of the crew are sitting out in the bar enjoying the night and the time off of work. They are all talking and laughing as Catherine Walks back in to join them.
Sara: “Bout time Catherine, did you see Greg? How is he?” She said and burst into laughter.
Nick is walking back in with Greg directing him to his seat.
Catherine turns around to see them both. “Let’s just say we won’t be seeing much of him tomorrow morning. He’ll need another day off.”
Greg lets a long and loud burp go and plops down into his seat practically falling asleep on Gil’s arm, when he pushes him off.
Jim: “Yeah, maybe not for a couple mornings.”
The whole team laughs and continues their conversations.
Sara: “Hey guys I got a deck of cards, who’s in?” Sara pulls the deck from her left pocket and sets them on the table in front of Warrick.
Warrick: “I’ll deal!” Warrick picks up the cards from the table, shuffles them, hands them out, and everyone gets ready to play pass the ace.
An hour has passed and Gil Grissom had whooped everyone with a consideration of not one single person knowing of his “hidden card talent.”
About twenty minutes after the game had ended and the winnings were handed out they paid for their drinks, left a tip, grabbed their coats, and headed outside to go back to their houses to finish the night off.
As everyone is walking out single file, all of the pagers go buzzing off.
Gil: “Emergency 419 at McCarthy Airport?”
Catherine: “And to think we were having such a great night and for once a night off!”
Nick: “Perfect way to end a night.” He replied dryly.
They all split up, Catherine and Gil jump into his silver Tahoe, Jim and Greg hop into the cop car, and Nick, Sara, and Warrick all go into the green Mercedes owned by Warrick. Within a few seconds, they are pulling out, and heading for the Airport.
When they arrive, Officer Metcalf greets them and fills them in on the case and what has happened. A private jet carrying five passengers had blown up just after take-off.
The explosion killed all the passengers and workers on board.
Catherine: “Gil, I’ll be right back I’ll get our kits from the Tahoe.” She said and walked off towards the vehicle, popped the trunk and reached in for the two kits.
Catherine starts walking back towards Gil, and that’s when it happened.
Catherine was forced up and blown near fifty feet in the air. She lands a hard landing on the cement and rolls to the dirt. She’s bleeding on her arm, leg, and it’s running from her forehead.
The Tahoe is on fire and the paramedics that are already there are telling everyone to stay away, but Gil doesn’t listen.
Gil: “Catherine, no!” He runs towards her when a fireman grabs his two shoulders and forces him back. “Let me go!”
