Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters nor the song mentioned. Crying

Part I

The nightshift had a new tradition. After particularly hard cases, they would go out for drinks.

Their most recent case had affected them all. Seven kids had died in a fire started by their mother. Everyone hated the cases where kids were involved.

So they all met at the Panic Room, a local bar/dance club close to the lab. Jim joined them and everyone enjoyed themselves.

When a particularly catchy song started playing, Nick, Greg, Warrick, and Catherine left the table to dance. Jim, Sara, and Grissom stayed sitting and awkwardly watched their friends dance.

Jim and Grissom didn't dance because they didn't know how and weren't used to the music. Sara refused to dance; she wasn't used to social situations and was afraid to embarrass herself by dancing. But she felt left out when everyone else left to dance. A second beer quickly remedied the situation.

Their friends returned to the table, and the group engaged in some light-hearted conversation. After four beers and a shot of tequila, Sara was halfway plastered. No one had ever seen a giggly, word-slurring Sara before, so they enjoyed it while it lasted; it might be good blackmail later.

What a surprise it was when Sara got up and went over to the DJ to request a song. The Pussycat Dolls song 'Buttons' started to play and Sara took a place in the crowd of dancers. She did a little more than standard club dancing.

I'm telling ya to loosen up my buttons babe (uh huh)

But you keep frontin babe (uh)

Say what you gon' do to me (uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothing (uh)

Sara's hips were moving in ways that none of them had seen before. She was grinning like she had a dirty secret and licking her lips. Everyone's jaws dropped to the floor. Who knew Sara, socially awkward, private reclusive Sara, could dance like that?

Typical

Hardly the type I go for

I like it when the physical

Don't leave me askin for more

I'm a sexy mama (mama)

Who knows just how to get what I wanna (wanna)

What I wanna do is bring this on ya (on ya)

Backup all that things that I told ya (told ya, told ya, told ya)

You been sayin all that right things all night long

But I can't seem to get you over here to help take this off

Sara moved her hips in a figure eight pattern. She was letting it all hang loose and it felt good. Those belly dancing lessons were really paying off, she thought.

Catherine gasped when Sara dropped to the floor and came up again, rear end first.

"And I'm the exotic dancer!" she cried.

Warrick whistled. "Damn, the girl can drop it like it's hott!"

Baby can't you see

How these clothes are fittin on me

And the heat coming from this beat

I'm about to blow, I don't think you know

I'm telling ya to loosen up my buttons babe (uh huh)

But you keep frontin babe (uh)

Say what you gon' do to me (uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothing (uh)

Sara ran her hands up and down her body. This was such a release for her; she wondered why she didn't do it more often.

Grissom was watching her silently. He'd never seen this side of Sara before and wasn't sure if he liked it or not. He wasn't even sure if she was dancing like that because she was drunk or because she wanted to. Grissom hoped it was because she was drunk. It might have been his body talking, but he found it kind of sexy.

You say you're a big boy but I can't agree

Cuz the love you said you had ain't been put on me

I wonder if I'm just too much for you

Wonder, if my kiss don't make you just

Wonder, what I got next for you

What you wanna do

Take a chance to recognize that this could be yours

I could see just like most guys

That your game don't please

Sara was shaking everything and rolling her body. Greg was drooling again and Nick smacked him upside the head. Sara pointed to Grissom on the third to last line, winked, and crooked her finger in a 'come hither' gesture. When he didn't move, she dragged him onto the floor and began to dance around him.

Baby can't you see

How these clothes are fittin on me

And the heat coming from this beat

I'm about to blow, I don't think you know

I'm telling ya to loosen up my buttons babe (uh huh)

But you keep frontin babe (uh)

Say what you gon' do to me (uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothing (uh)

Grissom's face was as red as a tomato. He was absolutely mortified at being dragged into this. Sara rolled her head, causing her hair to fall in her face, and moved her hips again. She had picked this song especially for Gil; if he didn't get the message now, he never would.

Her hands ran over his shoulders and down his chest, and she giggled at the look of terror in his eyes. She moved around him again, and his eyes followed her. Even though he was embarrassed beyond belief, Grissom couldn't help but watch Sara; she was beautiful and fascinated him.

The song ended and Sara staggered back to the table, laughing. Grissom followed, his face returning to its normal color.

The table was cheering and Sara blushed.

"Where'd you learn to dance like that?" Greg asked.

"MTV and the girls from dayshift," Sara replied. "They took me to clubs on my nights off. And I took belly dancing lessons awhile back."

Catherine glanced at Grissom, who was sitting next to Jim. "Wow Gil, you didn't have to look so terrified," she said.

He glared at her, but said nothing.

Sara was giggling again and grabbed Grissom's hand, trying to get him to dance again. Pulling her with him, he stood up and headed towards the door.

"I think I'll take her home."