Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me.

I would like to apologize for not updating in almost a month, but it's just that every time I would read the last chapter, I couldn't figure out where to go with it. But I've set up a little plan in my head and hopefully it pans out well. Please read and review, and thanks for not leaving me!

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As the doors shut, and Sara's image disappeared, Grissom wondered what drug he was on. He couldn't figure out what was making him act this way, but he didn't like it. Sara had practically thrown herself at him and he declined, and now that she's unavailable, she is the only thing he could think about.

"Dammit, what's wrong with me?" he muttered to himself.

"Nothing's wrong with you," the older woman said, startling Grissom. He'd practically forgot that she was in the elevator, and had witnessed the whole argument unfold. "Do you love that girl?"

"Uh.. what?"

"That girl that just ran out of this elevator?" she said, as the doors opened on the first floor and a couple with two young children entered, complete with strollers and diaper bags.

"I.. uh.. I haven't.. I don't know," he said, rubbing his temples.

"Then you better figure it out, or else you lose her to this Nick boy," she said, as she exited the elevator.

"Oh no," Grissom said, as he thought about what this older woman just told him.

'What if I do love Sara?' he thought to himself.

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"Nick?" Sara said, opening the door to her hotel room.

"Sar?" he said, turning off the television and sitting up in the bed. "Are you OK?" he asked, seeing the sadness in her eyes.

"We have to go back home," she said, looking Nick in the eye. As he went to speak, she said, "No Nick, we have to go home now. I can't stay here anymore."

"Sara, you can't be serious. We're in the middle of a case. Babe," he said, rubbing her shoulders.

"Don't 'babe' me, Nick. I wouldn't be asking you to leave while we have this huge case going on if I wasn't being serious," she said, reaching for his hand and taking it in hers. "Please, Nicky."

"Sara, what did Grissom say to you?"

"I don't want to talk about it right now. I just want to go back to my house with my husband and spend some time without any interruptions, and without any.. Grissom," she said, leaning into his embrace.

As if on cue, the adjoining doors opened and Greg busted into the room. "Sara!!" he said, running up to her and giving her the tightest hug she'd ever had.

"Hi Greg," she said, hugging back. "Uh.. Greg?"

"Yeah, Sar?" he said, on cloud nine as he hugged Sara, Nick's new wife.

"Uh.. Greg.. I can't.. uh.. I'm having a difficult time breathing," she said, as her face became as red as an apple.

"Sorry, Sara. It's just that you were so upset before, and I felt so bad, and," he said, before he realized that he was still clinging onto her and Nick was giving him a sort of death stare, "Uh, sorry man."

"It's no problem, just release your grip on her arms and we'll be OK," Nick said, noticing that Sara's arms had become a crimson around where Greg's fingers were.

"Sorry again, Sar. Are you alright?" he said, noticing that her eyes looked like she had just been crying.

"I'm fine, Greggo. Thanks. For caring, and for freeing my arms," she said, rubbing where he had gripped.

"Well, that's what I'm here for. I'm right next door if you need me," he said.

"Thanks, Greg," Nick said, as Greg closed the adjoining doors and Sara turned around to face him again.

"Nicky, where's Catherine? And Warrick?" she said, giving him light kisses on his neck.

"Oh, well, they went downstairs to track Grissom and you down. They feared that if he said the wrong thing, you might.. uh.. hurt him," he said, finding it difficult to form complete sentences as Sara started to kiss his jaw and chin.

"So, do you think we have time to do a little.. you know.." she said, as she pushed him back against the bed and she lay on top of him.

"I think we could," he said, running his fingers through her hair. "Oh yeah, we definitely do," Nick said, as she started to unbutton her shirt.

Before they knew it, both of there shirts had been discarded, Sara's jeans were being unbuttoned and unzipped as fast as Nick could possibly do, and Nick's lounge pants were around his knees.

As Nick reached around for the clasp to Sara's bra, the adjoining door opened and Grissom stepped inside, his eyes closed for fear that she'd kill him with a death stare.

"Sara, I love you and I'll do anything for you," he said, finally opening his eyes to a sight he hadn't planned on seeing.

Nick and Sara in the middle of sex.