Disclaimer: Not mine, but I can still pretend they are…

A/N: I heard this song that I can't help but sing along and dance to (which I'm sure looks really funny in the car), that sparked the idea for this story.

The song is 'I Love a Rainy Night', by Eddie Rabbit.

Rainy Night

Gil and Sara had driven out to a local bar that played mostly country music. Sara privately mused that Nick would have loved to be here with them if it wasn't his night off. He loved it since it reminded him of his Texan roots. Country music is all that he listened to and it seemed to Sara, he might have thought there was no other style of music. Sara could hear the music from the parking lot and mentally agreed that it wasn't all bad. They had stepped up to the bar after flashing their identification and were now waiting for their suspect when the song changed. "I love a Rainy Night", by Eddie Rabbit began to play. It's the type of song that had a person moving to the beat before they realized it. Sara fought against the urge to starting moving her body and settled for her hand on her thigh. She had forgotten how close she was standing to Grissom and her hands kept hitting his. He looked at her and saw her head starting to bob up and down and her lips mouthing the words.

"I see you like this song." He commented and drew her attention. She looked down and saw what her hands had been doing.

"Sorry."

"I didn't complain; I simply vocalized my observation"

"Oh." A larger man strolled up to the pair at that moment.

"Hi, I'm Johnny Maxx. How can I help you folks?"

"Hello, I'm Gil Grissom and this is Sara Sidle." Grissom spoke and gestured to the Sara at the same time.

"We'd like to ask you some questions about Edna Samuels."

"I'll answer anything you like if you dance with me." He said to Sara.

"I…uh…I'm on the clock…" She started, but he interrupted her.

"I saw you fighting the urge to dance. You're entitled to a break, right? I'm sure your friend won't mind." He reached for Sara's hand, but Grissom held her back with his hand on her forearm.

"Actually, as her boss, I do mind. She's right, she's not allowed while she's on the clock."

"It's been nice talking to you folks." Johnny started to turn away. Sara looked at Grissom and he sighed. This was their only suspect so far and they needed his cooperation. Grissom sighed and released her.

"Wait!" Sara called out to him. He turned with a smile on his face and held out his hand. Sara placed her hand in his and was immediately pulled onto the dance floor. Grissom was fighting with the jealousy of seeing her in the arms of another man. He knew she was talking and asking questions, but he wasn't answering. After two songs, they returned. Sara fell in behind Grissom, panting for breath. Grissom asked his questions probing as to how he knew the victim and when he had last seen her. He declined the DNA request, but did give them a number he could be reached at. Sara noticed it was the bar's number. She kept that note to herself and walked away to talk to the bartender again under the guise of getting some water. Grissom finished up and joined her at the bar. She was immersed in conversation with the man behind the bar. She was asking questions similar to those they ad just asked Johnny. The bartender willingly opened his mouth for the DNA sample. In the car, the pair reviewed the case with the new information they had just received. Johnny didn't help much, but the fact that he wouldn't surrender DNA only made him stick out more in their minds.

"So, is he a good dancer?" he asked and missed her smirk because he was driving.

"I've danced with better and I've danced with worse." Her answer was vague and she wondered if vague answers had the same effect on him as his vague answers had on everyone else.

"Name someone who is worse; it looked like you two were doing alright."

"Greg; he's a good dancer for fast songs, but with a partner, he's no good. He kept stepping on my feet."

"When did you dance with Greg?" He hoped she didn't hear the jealous tinge.

"A while ago."

"Ok, who is better than Johnny?"

"Nick, Warrick…you." She watched his reaction and was rewarded with a raised eyebrow. She smiled.

"What makes us better?"

"You're not trying to impress me and it's more comfortable. It's not a mating ritual, you know what I mean?"

"Sure."

"Of course, it's been a while since I danced with you." she said and wasn't quite sure if it was a hint or not.

"Well, let's take our new DNA sample to Wendy and see if she can match it to any of the unknowns." She was slightly disappointed that he didn't respond to her last comment.

"Ok, sure. I'll see you later." she told his already retreating back. She dropped off the samples for comparison and went to fill out some paperwork while she waited for the results.

Gil had retreated to his office as he usually did when Sara flustered him. Of course, everyone thought he was in there doing paperwork and left him alone. It was a good ruse, and one he'd been using since she arrived in Vegas. Her last comment stirred some memories. He forced himself to suppress the smile that had been threatening to emerge as he remembered that night and the feel of her in his arms. It had been the closing ceremonies of a forensics conference in which he had been invited to give a series of lectures. That is where he met Sara; a woman who had surprised him with her observations and questions. It was also the day he'd unconsciously and unknowingly started the war between his heart and his head. There were many battles along the way; some of which his heart had claimed victory to, and the rest of the glory was all in his head. He knew why his head was winning the war, he couldn't convince himself that she was worth the risk to his job; his very essence. He knew that if he started a relationship with her, the only way to end it was his death. He also knew that by not starting one with her, that he was causing them both a lot of hurt; Sara especially. She'd never advertised it, but everyone knew that she had feelings for him and she'd even told him in a roundabout way to his face that she wanted to be more than friends. It was just a line he wasn't willing to cross yet. He sighed and reluctantly turned toward the exceptionally large pile of work on his desk.

Three nights later, Sara had the night off and for some reason, couldn't get that song out of her head. She had headed back to the same bar in hopes of hearing it again and maybe have a drink or two. She recognized the bartender and waved to him. He waved back and her next task was to request the song that had been replaying itself in her head for thirty-six hours. She didn't see Johnny anywhere and thanked her lucky stars. Her song began to play and she bobbed her head in time with the beat. She sang along with it while she drank her Corona.

Judy caught Grissom heading out the door with Nick. She put her hand up to stop them.

"Mr. Grissom, you have a phone call."

"Take a message, Judy; Nick and I are on our way out."

"He says it's important. He said to tell you that you need to pick up that brunette, skinny, chick you were at the bar with the other night asking questions." Nick raised his eyebrows and Grissom furrowed his.

"Alright, I'll take the call I guess." Judy nodded and handed him the phone.

"Grissom."

"Hey, are you the dude that was here with that girl the other night asking questions about Edna?"

"Yes."

"Well, you need to come down here. That chick you were with is driving everyone nuts and has had a few too many." In the background, Grissom could hear the song end. It was the same one she had been enjoying while they waited for their suspect.

"Ok, I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Thanks." The call ended with that one word. Grissom sighed and looked at Nick.

"We need to pick up Sara before we get to the scene. Can you call Brass and let him know that we will be delayed?" he asked the younger man.

"Should I just meet you there?"

"No, there aren't enough company cars, remember? Most of them are in the shop getting a tune up and the sheriff doesn't want anyone driving and using their personal vehicles at scenes any more. We'll just have to be late." The two men headed out the front door and Grissom drove straight to the same bar he'd been at the other night. Nick followed him in and watched Grissom eye the bartender. He pointed to the dance floor where they saw Sara dancing by herself to the same song. By the looks on other patron's faces, this wasn't the first time the song had been played that night.

"I like this song. I wonder why she came here; she usually hates country music."

"We were here the other night to question a suspect. She heard the song and let the beat get to her while we waited. She must have wanted to hear the song again." Grissom offered up a possible solution to Nick's question. They approached her and took her off the dance floor. There was applause as soon as everyone else realized that the torture would be ending soon.

"Sara?" Nick called. She turned and smiled at the both of them.

"Hi!"

"Hi, we need to take you home. The bar called me." Grissom said.

"I'll go if you dance with me." The two men exchanged a look. Nick shrugged.

"Sure, Sara, I'll dance with you."

"No." She backed away.

"But…"

"Grissom has to do it. You know you want to and I know you can." She challenge and stayed out of his reach. Grissom tried to glare at her, but all she did was crook her finger and beckon him to her side. He looked at Nick and then back at her, trying to compose his answer.

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A/N: So, what do you think so far? I've already begun on the next chapter for this one and am trying to keep it relatively short (as in under five chapters) Also, for those of you who have been following Confidentiality, I'm working on chapter 41 and am just about done with it. I hope to type it up and have it posted in the next few days. Thank you all so much for your patience on that one. It is starting to head toward the ending and I want to do it just right. :)

Reviews are wanted and appreciated. I'll take good care of them. Have a great day everyone!! Kelly