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

I know.. long time, no update. I'm so thrilled that so many of you read and reviewed with the last chapter even though it was such a long delay. I'm hoping for the same response this time. Thanks again, guys and gals!

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"Oh my God!" Sara squealed, when she looked up after hearing Grissom's name.

"Oh…," Grissom began, turning around awkwardly after seeing a little of Sara's left nipple.

"What the hell?" Nick yelled, reaching to pull up his pants.

"No…," Grissom finished, after rubbing his hands over his face.

"What was that yell?" Catherine said, running into the room in time to see Sara fumbling with the clasp of her bra and finally managing to close it.

"Uh, hi Catherine. Bye Catherine," Grissom said, trying to get out of the room as quickly as possible.

"Whoa, whoa. Wait right there, Grissom," Nick said, handing his wife the shirt that he had unbuttoned moments earlier.

When hearing his name, Grissom stopped in his tracks, but was scared enough of Nick not to turn around.

"What? Um, what did you just say?" Nick said, putting a t-shirt on. After not receiving a response, he said, "Grissom? Hello? What did you say?"

At the mention of his name, Grissom turned around.

"I said hello and good-bye to Catherine, Nick," he said, hoping that Nick would somehow believe him and everything would go back to being somewhat normal.

"No, not to Catherine. What did you say to my wife?"

Grissom cringed as Nick addressed Sara as 'my wife'.

'I should be saying 'my wife' about Sara. Not him,' Grissom thought.

"Huh? What were those words?" Nick said, beginning to yell.

"Nick, calm-," Sara began.

"No Sara!" he said, turning around and pointing his finger at her. A look of shock registered on her face. "Honey," he began, immediately putting his finger down and looking at her with a warm smile, "he can't do this to us," he said, practically a whisper. "Now, Grissom," he said, turning back around to face Grissom, "I'll ask you one last time. What did you say to Sara?"

"I said… um… well, really… I uh…," he said, tripping on his words. "I said that I loved her and I'd do anything for her," Grissom said, shocked as he heard the words come out of his mouth at such a rapid speed.

"You… you what?" Nick said, completely baffled. "I didn't really want to believe that you did, Grissom. I really didn't," Nick said, his voice sounding like he was about to cry.

"I'm sorry, Nick," Grissom said.

"No, you're not! There's no way you can be. I mean, you just told the woman I married that you're in love with her. And on our wedding day, you said that we weren't meant for each other! So obviously, you can't be truly sorry," Nick said, a tear escaping as he thought of the man standing in front of him. Someone he had idolized had become someone he couldn't stand.

"Hey guys, Greg and I ran out and grabbed us some movies…," Warrick said, entering the room with Greg behind him. "Hey, what's going on?" he said, looking as Catherine had a solemn and shocked look on her face.

"Uh, just a little… misunderstanding?" Catherine said, finally waking up from her trance. She was unsure of the correct word for what had taken place, and misunderstanding seemed to fit the bill.

"What kind of misunderstanding?" Warrick said, placing the bag of movies down on the coffee table.

"Oh, well, Nick and I were in the middle of having sex," Sara began, Greg becoming instantly engrossed with the story of the mention of 'Sara' and 'sex', "and Grissom barged in out of nowhere and told us that he's in love with me and that he'll do anything for me," she said, putting on her sweater as Greg began to give her googly-eyes.

"Oh, so nothing new?" Warrick tried to joke. He realized that she wasn't kidding around when no one laughed. "Oh, come on, guys. We're all adults. And not only that, we're here to solve a case. A case! C-A-S-E. You know, the reason why we're all stuck in this crappy hotel with no cable, only 5 channels, 3 of them being, mind you, international sports channels."

"War, this is serious," Grissom said, turning around to face the younger man.

"Yeah, this is seriously crazy," Nick started, getting up from the position he had taken on the bed. "You can't think you can do this, Grissom. You can't tell Sara who to love, and who to marry. You can care, but you can't care this much. Just lay off, OK?"

"Just stop it, everyone!" Sara started. "When did everyone else become the judge of what's OK for Sara? Huh? When did I become the 2nd voter of what's alright for me? Because this, right here, isn't OK for Sara," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "Just stop it, all of you. And especially you," she said, looking Grissom straight in the eye. "I decided to marry Nick, Gris. He didn't brainwash me or something, I decided. Yes, me, Sara. I decided that I loved this man," she said, reaching for Nick's hand, "and I decided that I wanted to marry him. And live my life with him. So, don't tell me who's right for me, or who isn't. I'll decide," she said, her voice growing louder and then immediately becoming a soft hush.

"Does anyone else care about the case besides me?" Warrick said, raising up his right arm.

"No!" everyone shouted, minus Greg.

"Alrighty, then," Warrick said, placing his hand back down.

"I have to go," Grissom said, after a few minutes of silence among the six adults, going out into the hallway.

"Me too," Catherine spoke, going into the bathroom of the other room and closing the door.

"Hey Sara," Greg swooned, staring at her breasts even though they were fully covered.

"Down, dog," Warrick said, escorting him out of the room. "Let us know when you guys want food, because we'll order out," he said, giving the couple a wink."

"He's great, you know?" Nick said, making light of the situation.

"Grissom?!" Sara squawked, not realizing who he was talking about.

"No, no," Nick said, chuckling. "Warrick. He's a great friend."

"Yeah, one day some lucky lady will snatch him up," she said, sitting next to Nick on the bed.

"Are you implying, my dear, that you are not lucky?" he said, snaking his arms around her waist.

"No, no. I'm just saying," she said, grabbing hold of his forearms.

"I get it, I get it. You know what?"

"What?"

"I think that lucky lady is just a bathroom away."