"It might be fun." Sara looked at Nick hopefully as they sat at the break room table sipping coffee while they waited for the rest of the team to arrive for shift. She had just suggested that they sign up for a swing dance class since he'd volunteered himself to help her find a hobby.

"The key word there is 'might'." Nick had a look of dread on his face. Despite the fact that he'd said he'd do a hobby with her, somewhere in the back of his mind he thought she'd go for softball, biking, rock climbing, or some other outdoor activity. Dancing lessons didn't really occur to him; it was somewhere in the same realm as showgirl as far as he was concerned, but then again, he supposed that he should just be thankful that she didn't want to try ballroom dancing.

"Nick." There was a whine in her voice and the beginning of a pout on her lips. "You said you'd try something I was interested in."

He looked at the table and then let out a deep sigh as he glanced up at her. His expression softened. "Yeah, I did. Sorry." He tried to smile. "Sure, I'll give it a whirl." He glanced around the break room. "But can we keep this kind of quiet?"

She furrowed her brow. "What for?" Sara didn't really understand what the big deal was. It wasn't like Nick didn't know how to dance, or didn't go out to clubs for the express purpose of dancing.

He leaned in conspiratorially. "If Greg gets wind of me taking dancing lessons, he's gonna start calling me 'Twinkle Toes' or something."

Sara felt a smirk pulling at her lips. "That's got a nice ring to it. Hmm, 'Twinkle Toes Stokes'." Nick glowered at her and Sara started to laugh. "What? You have to admit it's pretty funny."

He tried to keep a serious expression. "No, it's not." Despite his best efforts, a smile began to tug at his mouth and he finally laughed.

Sara took a long sip of her coffee. "The first class is tomorrow." She bit her lower lip as she waited for Nick's reaction.

His eyebrows curved upward and then he looked at her and chuckled. "You already signed us up, didn't you?"

She tried to hide her smile behind her cup of coffee. "Is that such a bad thing?"

Nick just shook his head and took another sip from his coffee. He glanced over at her with a more serious expression. "Did you call Dr. Colby?"

She set her cup down and nodded. "Yeah, I've got an appointment tomorrow." She looked at him earnestly. "You're still coming with me, right?"

Nick smiled and nodded, looking at her curiously. "Yeah, what time?"

She smirked. "Right before our first dance class."

Before Nick could say anything, Catherine walked in with an odd expression on her face. "You two are taking a dance class?"

"Hey, Cath." Nick smiled at her hoping he could change the subject. He glanced over at Sara with a warning look in hopes of silencing her.

"Nicky." Catherine looked a little amused at the obvious discomfort he was displaying and walked over to the coffee machine to pour herself a cup. She turned around and leaned against the counter, smiling at Sara. "So, Sara, you're taking a dance class?"

Sara glanced at Nick and chuckled softly.

Nick let out a frustrated sigh and looked at Catherine. "Yes, we're taking a dancing class."

Catherine pursed her lips together and raised her eyebrows at Nick. "Uh, you say that like it's a bad thing."

A sheepish expression crossed Nick's face and he glanced over at Sara. "I'm sorry, Sara, I didn't mean for it to sound like that."

"If you don't want to do it, we don't have to." Sara furrowed her brow at Nick. "I mean the point of this was that you were going to do a hobby with me. If you hate it, what's the point?"

"I didn't say I hated it." Nick offered and then glanced up at Catherine who was trying to hide a smile. He let out a deep breath and looked back at Sara. "I've never tried swing dancing. I just didn't want the whole lab to start calling me 'Twinkle Toes'."

Catherine couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, Nick, you know you're never going to hear the end of that now."

Nick closed his eyes and shook his head, not noticing that Warrick, Greg, and Grissom were all walking into the break room at that moment. He began to speak before he opened his eyes. "Catherine, please don't tell anyone that Sara and I are taking dancing lessons." The last few words were slightly stuttered as he opened his eyes and realized that the rest of the team was standing there.

Catherine whispered loudly. "I won't say a word."

Sara was doing her best to keep from laughing at Nick's embarrassment.

Warrick let out a deep chuckle as he sat at the table next to Catherine.

Greg looked completely confused. He hadn't witnessed what had happened to Sara and the rest of the team had agreed that no one else really needed to know. So without the benefit of that knowledge, this revelation came out of left field for him. "You're taking dancing lessons together?"

Sara smiled, trying to diffuse Nick's embarrassment. "Yeah, Nick offered to help me with something, only he didn't know what it was when he agreed to it."

"Nice move, Sara." Warrick chuckled.

Nick just sat there with a hint of color rising in his cheeks. Any hope at doing this secretly was completely gone, but he was at least still thankful she hadn't suggested ballroom dancing.

Catherine had amusement all over her face. "So, you'll be teaching the rest of us then, in the break room, between cases?"

"Don't we have assignments?" Sara looked at Grissom in hopes of changing the subject.

Grissom's expression was altogether too neutral. "Yes, we do." He reached over and handed Warrick a slip. "You've got a domestic disturbance with some unusual circumstances that PD wants investigated. Take Greg with you." He glanced over at Catherine. "You're with me." He handed her a slip. "Brass wants us to meet him at the scene." He took the last slip and with an amused smile handed it to Nick. "Fred and Ginger, you've got a dance with death at the Grand Ballroom at the Hilton."