Title: Beautiful Disaster

Author: Megan and Missy

Pairing: Nick & Sara

Summary: Sara is kidnapped after dinner with Grissom

Spoilers: Everything up to Play with Fire

Author's Notes: This is kind of a rewrite to the ending of Play with Fire. Like a 'what if Grissom said yes' story. lol We hope you all enjoy.

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"Would you like to have dinner with me?"
Grissom looked at her curiously. "No."

"Why not?" Sara continued. "It's just dinner. Just have dinner with me."

Grissom sighed, and looked down at the piece of paper in his hand; the phone number and address to Dr. Karen Roth ENT. "Okay," he replied looking back up at her. "I'll pick you up at 7:00."

"Great." Sara smiled then turned on her heel, and headed towards the locker room to gather her things and head home.
Just as Sara was getting ready to leave, Nick entered the locker room and smiled at her. "Hey Sara," he greeted.

"Hey Nick. You heading out?"

"No, not yet. I've got a few more things to finish up. Are you?"

"Yeah. Finally." Sara reached for the door with her injured hand, but quickly let go, letting the door slam. "Damn!" She cursed.
"Still hurts, huh?" Nick asked concerned.
"A little." She confessed. "But that's what the medicine is for."
"Yeah." Nick watched her for a few moments more and then opened his locker and pulled out his jacket. "Well, I've got to head out and grab some food for me and Warrick. So I guess I'll catch you later."

Sara smiled. "Sure will. I'm off tonight, but I'll be back tomorrow night."
"You shouldn't be working. You need to get some rest."
Sara shrugged. "I'll be fine, Nick."

"I know you will. But I wish you'd at least take a break once in a while."

"But then who would keep you company?" She joked.

Nick chuckled. "I'll see you tomorrow, Sara."

"Bye Nick," Sara said as she exited the locker room, more carefully this time.

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Grissom was just finishing up gathering his things to go home and rest for a few hours before dinner with Sara when the telephone in his office began ringing. "Hello?" He answered.

"Hello Mr. Grissom," the feminine voice replied.

"Lady Heather?" Grissom asked, falling back into his desk chair, and removing his glasses.

"How are you doing this morning?" She asked.

"I'm doing well, thank you. How about yourself?"

"I'm wonderful."

Grissom kneaded the bridge of his nose with his thumb and fore-finger. "What can I do for you, Heather?"

Heather sighed. "I was just curious as to whether or not you had plans this evening."

"Actually I do," Grissom started. "I'm having dinner with one of my co-workers."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Sara Sidle. She asked me to dinner just a few minutes ago," Grissom explained.

"Okay then. I must be going now. Have a good day, Gil."

And with that the line went dead. Grissom stared at the phone for a moment as if trying to grasp what just happened. Lady Heather was a very complex woman. And it scared him at times, because she knew him so well, yet he still couldn't comprehend her very well. At times he thought he knew her, but then he felt like he'd been dropped back on square one.

He sighed heavily, and placed the phone back on its cradle. "Oh well," he sighed again as he gathered his paperwork and jacket and headed out of the office and down the hall.

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    TBC

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