Hey. For all you "Sweetest Thing" fans, I haven't forgotten about you. I'm still trying to get some stuff worked out with it. This is a full blown fic based on my parody lyrics to "Stays in Mexico." I don't own CSI! (If I did, Sara wouldn't have left, and we wouldn't have to sit through Ronnie's stuff! The only things I own are the stuff you don't recognize. Just a note, this takes place before the series. So, no GSR, and most importantly, no Sara burnout! Here we go!

Greg Sanders stepped off the airplane, his nostrils flaring from the change of air. Here he was, in Tijuana. It was a trip he had been planning for months, and the first thing he wanted to do was take a long nap. Funny, seeing as how it was only a 3 hour plane ride. After the nap in his hotel room, he'd check out a place his friend Nick told him about called the "Monkey Pit."

Sara Sidle hopped out of her truck and breathed the fresh Mexican air. Her friend Christi jumped out of the passenger side. "Tijuana at last!" she said. Sara went around the back and grabbed her bag out of the truck bed. "This place is even better than I thought! but next time, we drive!"

After a nice nap, Greg jumped into the shower. Afterwards, he walked down to the Monkey Pit.

The bar was an outdoors place on the beach. Sealed off with a velvet rope, and guarded by a bouncer, the bar contained tables with parts of the legs buried in the sand, stadium lights, and a wooden dance floor.

Greg walked up to the bar and sat down. A sexy bartender who's nametag read "Marg" walked up. "What'll it be?" she asked. "I think I'll have one of those." Greg said, referring to a bright pink drink the mixer had just topped off with a chunk of pineapple. Marg walked away, only to return in a few minutes with his drink.

From across the bar, Greg spotted a drop dead gorgeous brunette. It may have been the lighting, but it looked like she was glowing.

He walked up to the girl, who was with a pretty blonde. "Hi," Greg said. "I'm Greg Sanders." The brunette looked up and smiled. "I'm Sara Sidle," She said. "And this is my friend Christina White."

A hip hop song filled the air as people made theri way to the dance floor. "May I have this dance, Miss Sidle?" "How about we get to know each other first, Speedy?" Sara said through a laugh. Christina got up. "I think I'm gonna leave you two alone and find a guy to dance with."

Greg sat down in her seat, which was across from Sara. "So, what kind of job do you have?" he asked. "I'm a criminalist from San Fransisco." she replied. "Your turn."

"It's funny you say that, Sara. I work for the crime lab in Las Vegas--" he said before being interrupted. "GET OUT!" she practically screamed. "You work for Gil Grissom?"

"Yeah, you know him?"
"I took one of his siminars before I got into this line of work." she said. "My turn to ask a question. Favorite movie?"

Greg took a quick second to answer. "Scream. Love the whole series. Yours?"

"Scream 2. Best of the series! Favorite song?"

"Bad Medicine by Bon Jovi."

The song Fergalicious started playing. "I'll take that dance now, Greg." Sara said.

They walked up to the dance floor and started dancing. By the lyric "My body's Staying Vicious," they moved in really close to each other. They kissed at "I know I'm coming off just a little bit conceted," and by the end of the song, they had to have each other.

"Where's your hotel room?" she whispered. "About 2 blocks away from here," he whispered back. "To far. My truck has a big back seat." "Sweet!"

They ran to her truck and climbed inside. Within seconds, they were nude. "Nice." they said to each other. Greg slipped on the rubber he had in his wallet. Seconds after that, he was inside her.

Sara, in pure ecstasy, was moaning and screaming. Her hand flew back and hit her alarm button on the keys. The alarm started screeching. Sara looked out the window and saw that a crowd was gathering around the truck. "How about we go to your hotel room?" she asked.

Well, that's the first chapter! If you liked it, please review! I'll be back with a new chapter later! There will be three chapters in this story.