A/N: Yes, chapter two before I even get any responses. I must reiterate that this is quickly disintegrating into bad-fic. And that makes me sad because I CAN'T STOP WRITING IT! Okay, back to good-fic. Back to Stalemate for awhile. :::wipes brow:::

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"What? She's leaving?" Grissom's back straightened, worried once more. "Where's she going?"

"Coat check? Bathroom? Getting a cab? I don't know man, she just bolted." Nick said, the last shot he had taken finally taking hold of his hazy brain.

"Nick, Nick-" Grissom shouted when the reception started to go and the line became fuzzy. "Nick, where are you guys? Who's there? Is there anyone sober?"

Nick looked around, seeing drinks in everyone's hands. "I don't think so. We planned on grabbing a cab home. So..."

"Where are you?"

"Oh, we're... we're uhh... Cath, where are we again? Suede? Leather? Couldn't be Cotton." Greg laughed at Nick who appeared baffled. He shouted over to Catherine who was leaning up to whisper something into Warrick's ear. "Catherine!"

"Uhhh, Satin? Yeah, Satin." She quickly went back to seducing Warrick.

"We're at Satin. It's a club, a nightclub... Sara, are you crying?" Nick went on, vaguely remembering that he had his supervisor on the phone. But she spun around and made her way to the far side of the bar. The club in front of him became a sea of color before he balanced himself. His eyes watered for a moment, so he passed his hand over them.

"She's crying? Why is she crying Nick? What happened?" Grissom was already out of Sara's hallway, headed for his car. He haphazardly located the keys in his coat pocket and had some difficulty fitting them into the lock. "How drunk are you?" Grissom prodded, finally succeeding in turning his car on.

"Well, I'm pretty sure, as of now..." Nick blinked hard and rubbed his eyes quickly. "I'm thinking that Greg is a pretty good dancer. I'm pretty gone boss."

Grissom sighed, heavily. So heavily that even Nick could hear it. "Okay, I'll be there soon." He didn't even allow for the young man's reply, hanging up his phone and tossing it into the passenger seat. Grissom couldn't quite fathom why he was handling the situation the way he was.

If Grissom had bothered waiting for his reply, he would have heard Nick once again greet Sara, stalking towards him with a shot of tequila in each hand. "Nick Stokes, I hate you." She said, shoving one of the shots into his hand, leaning in, licking the sweat from his neck and snatching the lime out of Greg's teeth. The young man's eyes lit up, but took the gesture as nothing more than friendly, as Sara took a wedge of lime between her lips for Nick.

"You stopped crying." He said happily.

She looked at him strangely. "I was crying? Oh, no, not anymore." She smiled drunkenly and pointed at him.

"Phone please." She stuck out her hip to him and he replaced the device with a bit of fumbling. He returned to his standing position with a triumphant smile. She smiled back at him, a smile tinged with sadness.

"Not again, okay?" She asked, her eyes glittering, her cheeks on fire.

"You're the boss, sis." He said timidly as possibly. She nodded as a show of acceptance and grabbed Greg's hand once more. He smiled affectionately and motioned with his head for Nick to join them. Shaking the haze out of his head, he did.

Once they were out there, Nick pulled her to him rather quickly, his fingers skimming over her stomach as he did so. There, he felt something metallic and spun her around to face him. He wore a look of astonishment as he lifted the hem of her shirt to reveal a tiny navel ring, one that was undetectable under the fabric of her clothing. She made no notice of his voyeurism and spun back around, continuing to dance.

Nick stood stationary for a moment, then grabbed Greg's attention and pointed to his co-worker's stomach. Greg's eyebrows shot up, meeting Nick's eyes, and then following Nick's line of vision to Sara's stomach. The younger man gasped and grinned, almost laughing.

Nick cleared his throat and spoke. "Hey, don't you need a parent's signature to get one of those?"

Sara spun around quickly, grinning. "Well, my mommy said if I got an A in science I could get one." She winked at him devilishly, eliciting a whistle from Nick. Greg shook off his hands as if they were hot, took her hand and spun her around.

"Let's go to the other room." Greg suggested, having had enough of the techno.

"Which 'other room'? There are five!" Nick said.

"Rock, let's do rock. I wanna see Sara try to headbang." Greg jumped up and led the way out of the techno of the club and back into the rock room.

Greg led the way, holding onto Sara's hand, who was holding onto Nick. There, in the middle of the dance floor, they bumped into Catherine and Warrick, jumping up and down, looking like complete morons. Greg shook his head, this was a whole different type of dancing, one that took skill Greg put out his hand to still Warrick and get his attention. He stopped his jumping, and Catherine, realizing she was jumping all alone, stopped as well.

"How'd you end up here?" The lab tech inquired looking from one CSI to the other.

"I... I don't know actually." Catherine said, shrugging jovially, grabbing Greg's hand, attempting to dance with him. Just as she did, the song ended and another began. It was a remix, something easier to dance to, but still rock.

"Oh. Oh!" Sara exclaimer, the alcohol having long before seeped into her bones, making everything a bit more fun to her. "Love this song!" She said. Greg turned around to face her. "Me too!" He genuinely meant it, he did love the song.

"Come on!" Sara shouted. She held Greg's hands in her own as they jumped around to the beat of the music. Nick soon joined in, figuring if he made an ass of himself he could blame it on the alcohol. Catherine laughed and threw her head back, shoving Warrick into the frenzy.

'I'm packed and I'm holding, I'm smiling, she's living, she's golden and she lives for me, she says she lives for me...'

"She goes down on me!" Sara and Greg screamed at each other, each mouthing the words and they moved, in a state of pure euphoria.

At some point, Catherine had grabbed her hands and begun swinging her around. The two of them shook their heads in time, throwing their hair around manically. Sara continued to sing along, being passed from person to person as everyone was. "I want something else..."

As Sara bumped into Nick, he was jolted back to reality. "Oh shit." He cursed and stopped moving all together. She bumped into him again and noticed her wasn't dancing and she stopped.

"What's up Nick?" She asked, her eyes twinkling but worried.

"Grissom."

"What about him?"

"He's coming...here."

"Excuse me?" Catherine also stopped moving and turned a slight glare at Nick

"Why!?!" She shouted, getting into his face.

"Something about Sara's night off and her crying but... not." His eyes clouded over, confused. "Hey, hey, hey, wait! You shoved the phone into my hand. If anyone's to blame for this it's you Cat!" She continued to glare at him, but thought about what he had to say and realized that it was true.

Greg, though thoroughly hammered, felt the tension that was overcoming them all. Sara was sad, Nick was confused, Catherine was pissed, and Warrick... just really didn't seem to care.

"Hey Cath," She turned to him quickly, her anger finally beginning to dissipate." Our little Sara is hiding a secret!" The drunken Greg said giddily and poked Sara in the stomach. She squeaked and turned to smack him in the arm.

"Hmm, I do like a secret." Catherine drew out predatorily, advancing on the brunette. "Give it up." She demanded, but Sara moved back and crossed her arms over her stomach in refusal. Nick wanted to join in the fun, so he reached out and tickled her, causing her to go nuts, throwing her arms in the air. Greg pointed to her stomach and Catherine gasped.

"What did you do?" She screeched, somewhat pleasantly surprised, somewhat horrified.

"What? What happened?" Grissom appeared behind Nick, disoriented by the changing lights and the loud music. The five others turned to stare at him in disbelief. He was completely out of place standing in the middle of the floor in his work clothes. Catherine grinned and merely laughed at him.

"Nothing happened. Though Sara got a piece of metal... inserted into her stomach!"

Thinking scientifically, his face became stricken and he grabbed Sara's arm and pulled her closer to him. He gazed at her stomach, a flicker of light gleaming off of her navel. His eyes darkened, just a bit, and only Catherine saw it because she was the only persona genuinely interested to see what his reaction would be.

"Oh." He said, and frowned. "I thought..." Grissom trailed off and turned back to Nick. "I thought something was wrong!"

"It was!" Nick said as he gazed down at the dance floor and then back at his boss. "Now it's not."

Grissom nodded slowly and looked amongst the group, attempting to keep his eyes away from Sara's navel. He couldn't. Sara caught him staring and moved her hips, just slightly so the skin of her stomach moved over the muscles that were flexing.

Grissom wet his lips and looked at Sara's eyes quickly, finding them dark and wanton. He disregarded the look and turned to Catherine. "Okay, bye." he said quickly and moved through the crowd, attempting to make his way to the door, but Catherine stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

"No Gil, stay, the whole gang's here." Warrick's eye widened at Catherine's words but he said nothing.

"Yeah boss!" Nick piped in, and Greg perked up too.

"I'll get you a drink." he said cheerily and moved off to the bar and was swallowed by the crowd.