"Another one?" Jim Brass asked his colleague.

"Sure, why not," answered Gil Grissom.

Jim signaled the bartender for two more drinks before turning back to the man sitting next to him. They had been here for two hours, steadily drinking, ignoring everyone in the bar but each other. The bartender, Sandy delivered their drinks without offering any witty comment. She was familiar with these two men and knew from past experience that they were not looking to flirt, or find company. They were here to get drunk, plain and simple. She added their drinks to their tab and moved back down the bar.

Gil picked up his glass, taking a sip before holding it up to the light. The amber liquid shone soft in the bar lighting.

"You know she had a date tonight," Gil said quietly.

"Yea, I know," Jim answered. He mimicked Gil's previous behavior, watching the light reflect off his glass. Draining his drink, he signaled for two more.

"His name is Robert. Robert Farciano. He is a real estate lawyer. They met at the Bellagio. She was there wrapping up a case when she ran into him."

"Ran into him?"

"Yea, according to her she ran directly into him and almost knocked him down. She apologized, and he asked her out. End of story," Gil explained.

"Hmm…that it?" asked Jim.

Gil finished his drink and reached for the new one. "Nope. He has been calling her everyday for the past week. I caught her taking with him in the break room. From the little I heard, and the flushed looked of Cath, I would say the call was a bit racy."

"Hmm…what's he look like?" Jim asked.

"Tall, 6'2", black hair, grey eyes, clean-shaven. Expensive suits, nice car. Accent is not local, Los Angeles area, maybe. The usual."

"Think anyone would miss him?"

Gil looked at the man sitting next to him. "Probably, but making it look like an accident would be easy. Mechanical failure of the car."

They exchanged glances, the truth of how they felt hidden deep within their eyes. Murder often entered their thoughts when she was involved. Breaking eye contact, Jim finished his drink before standing. Shrugging his coat on he said, "Let's get out of here."

Tossing two hundred dollars onto the bar, Gil guzzled the last of his whisky, picking up his leather jacket he shrugged it on. Staggering a bit, he followed his friend out of the bar.

Catching up to Brass out front, Gil turned to the man asking, "Where to now?"

Looking around Brass shrugged and answered, "Let's walk. We can grab a cab on the strip."

Both men walked side by side. Although drunk neither man did more than stagger a bit. Both men could hold their liquor, both were adept at minimizing the outer clues of their over indulgence. They unconsciously gave off a vibe of danger that had many people avoiding them. Both were dressed in black jeans, black shirts and leather coats. Jim wore a three quarter length leather jacket that did nothing to hide his large frame. Gil's was a bit shorter but it also emphasized his frame. Gil's distinctive gait added to the air of menace that surrounded the men.

Gil stopped, leaning against a decorative pylon. His eyes were hooded as he watched various women, in various states of dress and undress walk by. Jim stopped near him waiting. He knew that look on Gil's face. Had seen it a dozen times, it was a look of a predator. Jim let his gaze travel over his friend, over his arms, down to his legs, stopping at the telltale bulge in the man's jeans. `Yep, the man is on the prowl.'

"Brunette, blonde or red-head?"

"Doesn't matter," Gil answered. "As long as she is willing and doesn't mind the two of us."

"See anything that captures your fancy?"

Gil looked at his friend, he knew his gaze conveyed his answer and he smiled when he heard Jim' indrawn breath and his jeans tighten.

"Yes, but I'm hungry for more than one course," Gil answered. Standing again he said, "Let's go. Maybe we can find something in one of the casino's." Letting his gaze wonder over Jim, Gil added, "And if not then I'll just have to settle for all meat and no dessert."

Jim followed Gil, hoping they found something to satisfy their sweet craving. If not, the alternative would be just as filling.