CSI NY imagines and fanfics

The bachelorette party the night before the wedding

A/N- sorry if this one is longer than the others, sometimes things I write end up pretty lengthy even if it's something like this!

Lindsay, Stella, and three techs from the lab we were all good friends with, Natalie, Elise, and Zoey, and I were having a spa day followed by a night drinking. I just had to wait for them to wake up.

Since I had a wicked sense of humor sometimes, I got custom shirts for the six of us. Mine said 'main betch' on the front and 'bride' on one shoulder on the back, and the others said 'squad' on the front and their position in the same spot on the back. Lindsay's said 'maid of honor' and the others said 'bride's maid'.

Getting up in the morning, we were all in the bridal suite. I smiled, knowing that these friends were going to be with me when Mac and I got married. Married, I thought. It made me nervous but I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man.

Once everyone was up, we all got changed and went out for breakfast before heading to the spa for our pampering. Lindsay chose the restaurant and chose to not tell me as a surprise. She and Stella had planned the whole day for us.

Apparently Lindsay had called ahead and told the little diner that one of the NYPD crime lab was getting married, and they were all decked out for our breakfast.

Walking in after my group of friends, I stopped short in the door when I saw the dining room. The decorations were in my wedding colors, gold, silver and purple. A big 'congratulations, Cat!' sign was hung on the back wall. Everyone eating, and the staff, cheered when they saw me, and congratulated me.

"Lindsay, this is great! Thank you so much!" I said happily, embracing my good friend.

Once we sat down, the waitress took our orders, and when the food came out, my pancakes had 'congrats!!' piped on top with some kind of frosting. It put another smile on my face.

After a delicious breakfast, we walked over to the spa, laughing the entire time.

"Hi, six for Catherine Martin's bachelorette party," Stella said once we stepped inside and got to the front deck. The woman checked us in and led us to the changing room, where we changed into the bathing suits we were instructed to bring, and also robes and flip flops.

An attendant brought us to the first part of the spa day- the sauna. It would be followed by facials, a trip to the mud baths, a hot shower to rinse off, a long Swedish massage, and finished off by a mani/pedi for each of us. It was going to be a good day.

"I can't believe you and Mac are getting married," Zoey said when we got comfortable in the sauna. The heat was amazing, and made me feel great.

I laughed. "We really love each other, Z. I hope you and your boyfriend get married, y'all are so cute," I told her, blowing raspberries at the tech. We all giggles.

"Don't I know you two love each other. You should see the two of them in layout. The way they look at each other?" Stella questioned, smiling. She winked at me. I rolled my eyes.

We chatted the rest of the time, and went for the facials, all laughing when we saw the masks.

The thing I was most looking forward to was the Swedish massage. Since I was second in command at the lab, right under Mac, I had a ridiculous amount of stress built up in my shoulders and backs. It resulted in frequent headaches, and many sleepless nights, which was ironic since Mac had insomnia just as bad as mine.

The massage hurt a little at first because of the multiple tight muscles, but I soon signed and finally relaxed enough to enjoy it. I heard the others sigh softly as well over the light music.

I was almost asleep when the massage ended, and was instantly disappointed.

With the spa day finally over, we all parted ways to grab a quick snack, and then would meet back at the bridal suite for dinner. I found my way to Chelsea Market, of all places, and got a sandwich from the place I always went to when I couldn't decide where else to go.

Eating it as I walked down into the subway to get on the train to get me closer to where the bridal suite was, I swiped my card and hopped on the train when it arrived. Checking my phone, Lindsay had left me a text saying she picked the perfect dinner.