Title: Bold Enterprise
Author: Buffy
Rating: G
Summary: Halloween in Las Vegas
Notes: blame this on Stacy LA Stronach. A line in her response in the discussion about possibilities for the new season mentioned Kirk and Uhura, and this image popped into my head. Forgive me all errors, this is both unbetaed and written in about 30 minutes.

"So, has anyone seen Bossman or Warrick? Twenty bucks says they both punk out on it." Greg bounced in place, hyped beyond belief even as early as it was. Catherine and Sara traded long-suffering looks. The young man was always hyper, but the departmental Halloween party had cranked his energy level up to a new high. He'd been talking about his costume for days, crowing about how he was going to win the costume contest. Jim had to admit, seeing Greg outfitted as a Grissom-clone was pretty interesting.

"Greg, either calm down or I'm cuffing you to the table," it might be a party, but Jim was at the limits of his patience. But the party was turning out to be more fun than he'd thought. Doc Robinson had turned up in normal clothes and a temporary tattoo as Joe Dawson, Catherine was ravishing as Catwoman, and Sara had unbent enough to come dressed as a ballerina. As he watched the crowd, Jim thought he caught a glimpse of Nicky out on the dance floor dressed as the Lone Ranger dancing with an R-rated Tinkerbell.

Catherine was answering Greg absentmindedly, most of her attention on the people, looking for someone to flirt with. "Gil will be here. I told him that if he didn't show up, I'd leave him on his own with paperwork, and tell the Sheriff that he volunteered to give the basic lecture to the academy cadets."

"Oh. My. God." Sara's exclamation made everyone look. Walking towards their table was something you didn't see everyday, even in Vegas. Long, toned legs were emphasized by the heels and red mini-skirt of the old-style Star Trek uniform. The hoop earrings and silver earpiece looked authentic enough to have been swiped from the studio's prop trailer, and the beehive hairdo looked like it had enough hairspray on it to withstand a hurricane. All in all, Warrick made a very good-looking Lt. Nyota Uhura.

Greg looked like he was about to completely explode from trying not to laugh. He burst out, "Beam me up, Scottie!! Did you lose a bet or something?!"

Catherine smirked as she eyed her friend, "Very nice, very nice. But I didn't think red was your color."

Warrick simply smiled, "You're just jealous I look this good in a miniskirt. So, where's our fearless leader?"

"Nice change of subject, and no." Jim was not going to let Warrick get out of explaining his costume, "So, what made you choose Uhura? Didn't think that was your thing."

Any answer Warrick might have made was cut off by Gil's arrival from the other direction. "Catherine, Sara, you look lovely as ever. Greg, flattery will get you nowhere." His tone was absolutely normal, but Gil's eyes were literally dancing with amusement. Gil was in costume all right, a gold shirt with captain's insignia right off the bridge of the original Enterprise.

Jim cocked an eyebrow, "Well, well, well. Nice costume, Gris."

"Thank you," Gil's usual expression slipped, letting a grin shine through, "Let's dance, Lieutenant."

Warrick strutted over to take Gil's hand, "Aye, Captain." Before anyone could respond they were on the dance floor.

While they were still trying to figure out what, exactly, had just happened, Nick bounced over to the table. He was still flushed and sweaty from dancing when he plopped down next to Jim clutching a bottle of water. "Yall'll never believe what I just saw. I must've been hallucinating from dehydration, `cuz I could swear I saw Warrick in drag dancing with Gris." He was surprised and a little pissed off when everybody except Sara dissolved into laughter, "What? Did I miss the joke?"