A/N: Ahh, jury duty tomorrow, so I thought I'd spit this out before I get all that hostility injected into my system. Enjoy the bad-fic people, and thanks to all my reviewers. I love you all!

Also… lotsa Garbage music in this chappie. Love Garbage, live them.

Greg returned in no time, being as wired on alcohol as he was on coffee. He shoved a frosted glass into Grissom's hand and grinned. "I figured you for a scotch man." He said, bouncing on the balls of his feet, shaking his head to the music, not exactly connecting the fact that he was acting insane with the fact that he was acting insane in front of his boss and mentor.

Grissom took the glass with a raise of his eyebrow and scanned the crowd. An accident waiting to happen, he thought, and peered down at the amber liquid.

Catherine grinned. "So you're staying Gil?" She was intensely amused to see him out of his element.

"Uh, no." He said, handing the drink to Warrick, who looked at it and then back up to him. Grissom gave a fake half-smile and turned around once more, this time walking quicker away from his group of co-workers and the one person he knew he couldn't resist if alcohol was involved.

"Uh, uh, uh." Catherine chastised easily, reached out and stopping him once more, gripping his forearm and leading him back to the crowd. Warrick smirked at Catherine's prowess where Grissom was concerned. Grissom, however, wore a look of homicide.

"Catherine Willows, you know I can fire you..." He said matter-of-factly. She smirked and took Warrick's arm in hers as a brave show of bravado. Warrick gaped at her, and she met his eyes, smiling sweetly, calming his nerves. Griss picked up on the show of affection and raised an eyebrow, but chose to ignore it.

As much as Grissom's being wished to flee from the loud music, the gyrating bodies, the people soaked in vodka, he couldn't get his mind to stop thinking about Sara's-no, the team's-well being. So he stood in place, his stomach jumping around inside his body.

At that moment, Nick grabbed Cat around the waist and began to sway with her, but found the beat off. He frowned. He nearly fell over as he released her, Cath falling forward into Warrick's arms. She could have cared less that her boss was there, she was having a rare bit of fun. The fact that she had consumed far too much alcohol hadn't even crossed her mind.

"Back in the other room, people!" Greg ordered, sensing Nick's discomfort at the odd beats the rock music provided. Nick smiled. "Yeaaaaah. Let's go." He piped up, quite literally forgetting that Grissom was there, seeing him only as another person that had seemed to infiltrate the group he was part of.

The other's followed him, Grissom last, being dragged after them all by Catherine, who seemed quite adamant to get him to stay and have a good time. If both of his hands were free he would have pressed them to his head in order to force him to gain control of his mind. Instead, he followed blindly along, one hand in Catherine's, one hand clutching an expensive glass of scotch.

The lights in the next room were much dimmer, the people much more calm and there wasn't as much jumping around. Grissom visibly relaxed, his hand softening inside of Catherine's. She paused to look back at him briefly but continued to follow the others into the middle of the floor. As soon as Greg was sure he was satisfied with a spot, he began to dance, the others following suit easily.

Everyone except for Grissom. He simply stood amongst the movement and observed. No one seemed to notice or care.

A new song replaced the one they had begun dancing to almost immediately. Sara smiled, recognizing the song and grabbed Greg's hand, spinning him around quickly, almost making him fall. Nick laughed and grabbed her hips, her own hands once again reaching out for Greg's. The three of them danced in harmony, as Warrick and Catherine swayed slowly to the upbeat song.

Grissom felt intensely out of place but couldn't help observing his off-the-clock coworkers.

"Ahhhh, livin' without you. Ahhhh, I know all about you. I have run you down into the ground. Spread disease about, all the time. Ahhhh. Used to adore you. Ahhhhhh. Couldn't control you..."

Grissom noticed that everytime the accented singer sang the "ahhhh" portion of the song, that Sara swiveled her hips to the extreme, Nick matching her movements exactly. He raised a brow at the erotic picture they painted, but that thought was washed away as Sara spun to face him and made a mocking gesture with her mouth, causing Nick to laugh.

As she did, the music changed, the same singer's voice echoing briefly from the mix the DJ was creating. Sara shook her head and threw her hair. Her hand was caught by Warrick who brought her close to him for a moment. She moved over his knee and he moved into her, grabbing her hands and pulling them over her head. Catherine reached out and grabbed them, bringing the woman close to her.

Greg raised and interested brow and Catherine initiated a languid dance. The singer's voice continued to echo, no words yet being spit from the speakers. The beat of the music, however, was primal enough for the two women to dance together, causing their onlooker's jaws to drop... including Grissom.

He watched as Sara, eyes lidded, swiveled around Catherine, the blonde responding to her partner's movements. His eyes slid languidly down her body, his mind all the while screaming at him to stop, stop looking, stop feeling and most certainly stop drinking the double scotch that he still held in his hand.

"Pu-pu-pu-pu...puuuuuuuuu..." The music pulsated to a climax. "Push it." Everyone who wasn't dancing began to, again, with the exception of Grissom. When the chorus came, everyone but Warrick sang along. "This is the noise that keeps me awake, my head explodes and my body aches."

He was sure that his face heated up when Greg laid his hands over her hips and slid them down. Yet, she didn't seem to care, it all seemed to be part of the dance, if he could even call it such. Sara's head fell back against the younger man's shoulder and she smiled. He followed suit and whispered something down into her ear. At first she smiled, but then, as the words sunk in, she snapped her head up and peered directly at Grissom.

"He's staring at you." Greg had whispered. The words made her feel wonderful, until she remembered who he was talking about.

Her brown eyes peered into his but she decided that she didn't care, not then, not while she was having so much fun. So that's what she decided to do, have some fun with him. She giggled, a severely un-Sara like reaction and grabbed Nick, who spun around toward her, stumbling. He smiled at her giggling face and grabbed her in his arms, dancing with his forehead against hers.

She swayed, but not to the music, she swayed in his arms, her eyes glazing over, her head lolling on her shoulders. Grissom noticed her change in posture and stepped up, grabbing her hips, then changing his mind and placing them firmly on her ribs. She blinked rapidly, attempting to steady herself. "Nick..."

"Sara..." He trailed off and stopped moving. His eyes were concerned, his hands clutching hard at her hips, making sure that although Grissom was holding her, she wouldn't fall.

"How much has she had Nick?" Grissom asked sternly, refusing to take his eyes off of her face. Nick looked to his supervisor with frightened eyes.

"I don't know, she left me for awhile, she coulda-" As he spoke, Sara went limp in their arms, humming low to the music, completely out of it. Grissom gave Nick a stern look as if Sara's particular state of inebriation was his fault. Nick blinked and stood still, not sure how to act, not exactly sure if he could act in any particular manner in the state he was in.

"I'm-" Grissom began and hoisted Sara up a bit. "I'm going to take her home." Grissom stated, wincing and began the difficult task of easing Sara out of the crowd.