Author's Note: I do not own CSI.

At a bar somewhere, a CSI and a lab tech were drinking. And they weren't drinking in moderation, either. These guys were drunk out of their minds. And a drunken Greg is not a good thing ((As you'd know from 'White Wedding' )). But then again, a drunken Texan can't be too fun, either. So Greg and Nick were drinking. A LOT. And if someone's drunk, it's probably not a smart idea to introduce the concept of 'Truth or Dare' into the mix. But that's what Sara did. Just before she left, too, so she missed what became of her mentioning it. And so Nick and Greg continued to drink. And drink. And drink. Until finally, Nick asks Greg

"Truth or Dare, Greg?"

Greg giggles and answers

"I pick dare! I like dares! Especially when I get to do something stupid! 'Cause, ya know, 'Truth or Dare' gives me a liable excuse for my stupidity..."

Nick pulls something out of his pocket.

"I dare you to let me take a picture of you wearing...this!"

He holds the thing up and Greg takes it, unsure at first of what it is, but then a look of sudden realization dawns on his face.

"See, this is what I'm talkin' about!"

He runs off to put the thing on and Nick pulls out his cell phone. Greg comes back, and, much to the surprise of the bartender, doesn't seem to be too ashamed of his current outfit. Greg strikes a pose and Nick takes a picture with his camera phone. Then Greg decides to run off and show his new duds to the world. The next day at work, Greg was met with some odd stares, hushed whispers and stifled giggles. He walked into the break room to find Warrick, Catherine, Sara and Nick with their eyes glued to Nick's laptop, laughing their heads off. Once they realize that Greg is in the room, they laugh even harder.

"What? What's so funny?"

He asks, trying to get a glimpse of the computer screen. Sara slams it closed as he approaches and says, non-convincingly,

"Oh, nothing..."

She stares at the ceiling and Warrick asks Greg

"You know, you should really shave your legs, Gregs."

Greg looks as confused as ever as the room howls in laughter once more.

"What? What's wrong with my legs? I'M SO CONFUSED!"

Sara spins the laptop around so that Greg can see what's on the screen. There, full-screen, in color, is the picture that Nick had taken the night before. Greg screams in terror.

"YOU SHOWED THEM?"

Nick grins.

"Yup. And the other 137,845,256 thousand and..."

He consults the computer before continuing.

"... three people that have opened this homepage."

Greg goes running down the hall, not stopping to hear the laughter and comments that where being throw at him. He doesn't stop until he notices the dozens of pictures of him that were plastered all over the bulletin boards that lined the halls. He began tearing them off the walls, all the while screaming like a madman. Once they're all torn down, Greg runs off, the papers fluttering to the ground behind him. Brass, who had just gotten to the HQ, bends down to pick up a piece of paper from the floor.

"Oh my God! How much did I miss?"

He says to himself, shaking his head as he studies the photo of Greg, who appears to be sporting an itsy-bitsy, teeny-weenie, yellow polka dot bikini.

THE END