A/N: Hi again! I don't really have anything clever or witty to put in my A/N. Um…so…did you know that the Atkins diet has been linked to liver failure?! No, and you probably didn't care either. So I'll just shut the hell up and write now. Oh yeah, I don't own them and Grissom gets kicked in the groin!

Chapter Three: Hitting the fan

Sara let out an anguished protest as Grissom's lips claimed her. She put her hands to his chest to push him away, but Grissom grabbed her wrists. Finally, Sara did the only thing she could think to do. She lifted her knee and connected it solidly with Grissom's groin. Grissom grunted and doubled over.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Sara hissed. "What in the Hell was going through your mind?"

"Sara." Grissom gasped. "Look, I know what to do about this. We could maybe go out for breakfast sometime."

Sara stared at Grissom incredulously. "Maybe go out for breakfast sometime? Maybe doesn't cut it, Grissom. Maybe isn't even close to cutting it. Christ. See ya later." She turned and breezed out of the room.

"Boy, you obviously screwed something up." Catherine knocked on the door and entered rather than bothering to wait for Grissom to invite her in.

"Catherine…" Grissom put his head in his hands, wishing Catherine would disappear.

"Well, whatever it is, I'm sure you can fix it. It can't be that bad. We couldn't even hear you." She smiled brightly.

"Catherine…" Grissom said a little louder.

"It was professional wasn't it? Sara looked near tears. Sara's only that involved with her work."

"CATHERINE!" Grissom half-shouted. "Leave. Now."

Catherine cocked an eyebrow. "Shit, she really pissed you off."

"NOW Catherine."

His tone shocked Catherine into actually leaving. Greg headed for Grissom's office, nearly bumping into Catherine. "Don't go in there!" Catherine warned Greg. "Whatever it is, I think he's about ready to rip off the head of the next person who walks through that door."

"I will take that under advisement." Greg turned the opposite direction. "Off to find Sara then."

"Not safe either."

Greg rolled his eyes. "Those two. Poor Nicky. I wonder if he knows that Sara isn't in love with him."

Catherine pulled Greg into her office. "What makes you think that Sara isn't in love with Nick?"

"The way she looks at him. It's…affectionate. It's not passionate. And nobody isn't passionate in the first two months of a relationship." He shrugged. "Plus, it's Sara. She doesn't do anything for no reason. Obviously there's something else going on."

Catherine nodded. "Aren't you going to tell Nicky?"

Greg sighed heavily. "I really want to, you know? I mean, Nick is my guy. We're tight. But he what if I'm wrong? What if it causes Nick and Sara to end it and then they're both miserable? I'd feel awful."

"Greg, you gotta tell him. No two ways about it, Nicky's gonna get hurt. And it's going to royally suck if he finds out later rather than sooner."

Greg bit his lip. "I'll tell him. You're right Cath. I can't let Nicky get hurt."

Sara put her head against the cool metal of her locker and blinked her eyes furiously, trying to keep the tears at bay. What were you thinking? Her mind chastised her. Grissom just kissed you. Said he knew what to do. What's wrong with you?

It wasn't what he wanted, she retorted. He just wanted to rein me in, make sure I didn't get too out of control. It wasn't any sort of declaration of love.

Whatever it was, it was more than you've gotten so far.

The locker room door creaked open.

"Get away from me, Grissom." Sara snarled.

"Sara?" Nick's voice was tentative. "Sara, what's going on?"

Sara didn't want to go to him, she really didn't. Nick was just supposed to be a pawn in her fucked-up game of chess. He wasn't supposed to be someone she found herself falling in love with. She wasn't supposed to scream his name as loudly as she did when they made love. He wasn't supposed to be the guy that Sara started thinking about and caused Sara to smile. Nick wasn't supposed to be any of that. But he was. Nick was the last thing Sara thought about before she went to sleep and the first thing that she thought about when she woke up.

Sara was falling in love with Nick.

And it was bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad. That wasn't part of the plan. This thought caused Sara to cry even harder.

"Oh, Sara." Nick moved to her and wrapped his arms around Sara's shoulders. "Let me take care of you tonight."

Sara couldn't help but compare the two men. Grissom would have shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other and rattled off some meaningless quote. Nick provided a safety net, somewhere for her to fall and just be taken care of when she needed it. She wordlessly followed Nick to his Denali and climbed into the passenger seat. After Nick had pulled out of the parking lot and come to a stop, he started rummaging in the glove compartment for something.

"What are you looking for?" Sara knit her eyebrows.

"This." Nick handed her a CD case. "My niece made this for me. She said it's good crying music. It is too. So, we'll put it in and you can cry, okay?"

Sara nodded and Nick slipped the CD into the player. The first song was an old classic, Hey Jude. Sara started to softly hum the melody. "I always liked this song." She whispered.

"You don't want to talk about it." Nick stated.

Sara shook her head sadly. "I don't…I…I need to sort some stuff out on my own. It was exactly at that moment that Sara realized that the shit was about to hit the fan and it was about to hit it soon. Though it was only fifteen minutes, it seemed like ages until they reached Nick's house. As soon as they pulled into the driveway, Sara bolted out of the car and threw up.

"Sara, are you pregnant?" Nick approached her cautiously.

"No!" Sara's tears were coming back with a vengeance.

"Then what's going on?"

"Please, leave me alone!" Sara tore into the house and locked herself in Nick's guestroom.

Three hours later Sara emerged, looking fresh and bright. "Hey." She said softly to Nick.

"Hi." He replied. "Look, I'm sorry for pushing it. Whatever it is, I'm here, okay?"

Sara nodded. "Could we do something? I mean, just the two of us?"

"Absolutely. What would you like?"

Sara shrugged. "Surprise me."

"That was the best idea you've ever had!" Sara giggled, skating backwards so that she was holding Nick's hands and skating in front of him. "Where in the world did you find a disco?"

"Sara, my darling, it's Vegas. You can find anything if you have a phone book."

"Thank you so much, Nick. Honestly, I can't tell you how much this means to me."

"Your eyes say it all." Nick returned.

Sara couldn't stand it anymore. She couldn't put Nick through it any longer. It was the time she knew was coming. Had been for a long time. She'd prepared herself for this moment for a month, and still the words wouldn't come out of her mouth. Finally she forced out an awkward,

"Nick…we need to talk."

A/N: UH-OH. DRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAMA. I can't tell you what happens other than somebody gets a black eye and someone gets REJECTED.