A/N: Mkay, remember in the VERY first episode where Brass is in charge? This story takes place around that time. Pre-series if you will. No there are no 'ships but I'm sure Grillows fans will be satisfied anyway.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one. I'm just borrowing them.

"So I ask the guy for his license and registration. He says 'Yeah sure. Hold this for me.'" Jim Brass stopped telling his story to laugh.

"What did he give you?" Catherine Flynn asked.

"His beer bottle."

She snorted and put the tumbler on the coffee table. "You're making this up."

Gil Grissom shook his head. "It's too stupid. I believe it."

Catherine laughed. "This is way better than some strip club."

"Are you saying we're better entertainment?" asked Gil.

"Oh yeah. Who needs half naked, buffed up men gyrating in my face when I've got you guys?"

Jim took a swig of whiskey. "You do wonders for my ego."

Their shared laughter died down to a comfortable silence. Jim leaned back in his big leather chair and closed his eyes. Swinging her legs on the cushion next to her, Catherine laid her head on the couch armrest. Gil watched both of his friends closely.

Catherine ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. "I'm getting married tomorrow."

"Who'da thunk it?"

She threw a pillow at Jim.

"Are you nervous?" Gil had been looking for any signs of it and found none.

"Nah." Catherine said. "What's the worst that could happen?"

"Would you like a list?"

"Jim." Gil warned. "Everything will be fine."

"Thanks Gil, but I'm not worried." Catherine insisted. "It's just a wedding."

"I'm surprised a lightening bolt didn't strike you down for wearing a white wedding dress."

Catherine slapped Jim's chest. "Shut up."

He shrugged. "What?"

Gil couldn't help but laugh.

The wedding was, for lack of a better word, perfect. The ceremony went off without a hitch, the toast was short and to the point, and the best man was drunk before the third dance. Perfect.

Catherine had made it a point to say goodbye to Gil and Jim before she left for her honey moon. She hugged them both and joined her husband for their grand exit. All the guests waved as the newlyweds got in their limo and headed down the street…all except Gil and Jim. Both felt a wave of sadness as the limo turned a corner.

"Nothing is going to be the same after this. Is it?"

Jim considered Gil's question for a minute. After a while he shook his head.

"No, it's not."