A/N: Wow, fourth chapter already. Enjoy!

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Chapter Four

The next few days were as hectic as the sleep-over day had been, but Greg didn't stay over again the rest of the week. Finally, on Saturday, things slowed down enough that there was nothing to be done in the lab. Greg and Lia were playing cards at around six in the morning when Nick walked in.

"Hey," he called from the doorway, "you two up to coming out with me, Sara, Warrick and Cath before next shift? Cath was telling us about this club she knows."

"Was it the one she worked in?" Greg asked excitedly. Lia punched him lightly in the arm.

"That's sick, Greg..."

"Yeah, so?"

"It's not that one, it's just a normal club where you dance." Nick interrupted. Greg pouted exaggeratedly while Lia coughed to hide a laugh.

"What time?" Asked Greg.

"Probably around 9, we'll meet. I'll give you the address, Greg, since Lia can just go with Warrick." He crossed the room and started writing directions for Greg.

"Hey Nick, how did you manage to get Sara to go to a club, of all places?" asked Lia. "Isn't she like, a workaholic or something?"

"Well, she can be normal sometimes," Nick said with a laugh. "And let's just say it took some persuasion- a.k.a. threats of dismemberment- to get her to come." Nick smiled, waved, and left amid waves of laughter from the two behind him.

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That night Lia was standing in front of her closet, trying to figure out what to wear. She'd never been to an actual club in her life- let alone one in Las Vegas. Exasperated, she called to Warrick.

"Hey, 'Rick! What the hell do you wear to a club in Las Vegas?" She heard Warrick laugh and start walking towards her room.

"Wear something girly, something sexy. Get Sanders over here, he'll give you a good idea," Warrick told her from the doorway. "Or maybe call Cath or Sara, they'd probably more help than Sanders."

"Right. Cause, you know, I'm on such good terms with Sara or Catherine that I can just call them up for something stupid like this."

"Right. So call Sanders, if you're really that desperate. Just grab a pair of jeans and a shirt you're comfortable in, this club isn't some big sexed up affair, just a dance club. You don't need to dress like a slut to be let in." He turned back to the kitchen.

"Great. Right helpful you were." Lia sighed, then looked through her clothes again. "Jeans and a t-shirt it is," she mused, reaching for her favourite jeans and opening her shirt drawer.

Eventually she decided to wear a dark green halter top, which she liked and was comfortable in, even though her mother hated it. Although, the hate her mother had for it had something to do with the fact that it was a little low in front, and exposed part of her back. Finally dressed, she slid on a pair of black sneakers and grabbed her brush as she headed for the kitchen. Warrick did a double take.

"I did not know you could look like a girl, Li!" he exclaimed teasingly. She stuck out her tongue in reply, took a glass from the cupboard and poured herself some orange juice. "Real mature. The tongue thing, anyway."

"Yeah, don't I know it," she replied, taking a long drink from the juice. "I'll be right back."

Five minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom with her hair tied back, as she called it, 'Galadriel style', with the only difference being her hair was red. She was twirling as she came back in and when she sat down, Warrick had a frown on his face.

"Turn around for a sec, Li," he told her. She complied. He saw immediatly what he had thought he saw- a tattoo on her shoulder. "When did you get a tattoo?" Lia turned back around and shrugged.

"Last year. Don't get all accusatory on me, Rick, it's just a little one. And yes, Mum knows I have it."

"Anything else you've done to yourself I need to know about?"

"Two years ago, me and Jess got our belly buttons pierced. But you knew about that, I know I told you because you made a huge fuss about it."

"You're like the little sister I never had, Li, of course I'm going to be protective of you."

"Yeah, protective is okay, but paranoid is just paranoid. There's nothing wrong with having a tattoo, Warrick."

"It looks Chinese. What does it mean?" Warrick changed the subject abruptly, knowing this was going nowhere.

"It's actually four seperate symbols together. There's friendship, love, courage, and knowledge."

"Well, at least it's not some mindless thing. Anyway, it's eight thirty, we better get going."

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A few minutes past nine, they both got into the club and noticed Nick and Catherine already there. Sara came in a few minutes after they had, and Greg appeared a few minutes after her.

"Hey guys!" he called over the noise of the club as he approached the table. The three girls were already out on the dance floor, Catherine having persuaded Sara and Lia to join her. Greg slid into a seat opposite Nick and Warrick. "Girls are already getting their moves on, huh?" He asked.

"Yeah," replied Nick, "Catherine managed to get Sara out there. I was surprised that she had to try to get Lia out there, I mean, she seems like the kind of person who loves dancing, yet she's so shy."

"That's the thing man, she's good at stuff but she never sees it," Warrick put in. "She's always been that way. When people compliment her, she'll brush it off. She tends to put herself down."

"She is a great dancer, though," said Greg, whose eyes hadn't left Lia since he'd sat down. Nick gave Warrick a nudge in the ribs and nodded in Greg's direction with a wink.

The song changed and the three girls headed back to the table. After a moment, Lia and Sara left again to get drinks for the group. They had all promised not to have any alchohol, so soft drinks it was. Greg watched Lia as she leaned against the counter, chatting with Sara. Suddenly he was brought back to the table by Catherine saying,

"Earth to Greggo. Wake up." He turned and smiled at Catherine.

"I am awake, thanks," he replied.

"Right. I'm so sure you know what I just said."

"Sure I do."

"Then tell me."

"You said, 'Earth to Greggo. Wake up.'" Greg said smugly as Nick grinned.

"He has a point, Cath, that is what you last said." Catherine scowled.

"Whatever. Anyway, Greg, I thought you knew Sara was with Nick now?" Greg raised an eyebrow at her.

"Of course I know that. I was the last to know, of course, but I do know."

"Then why were you staring at her?"

"Wasn't."

"So you were staring at Lia."

"Who's staring at me?" Lia asked as she and Sara came back holding two cans of root beer, three of Coke, and a Sprite, and passed them around.

"Nobody." Catherine replied, to which Lia rolled her eyes. "Is that your trademark or something?" Cath inquired.

"Or something. It's just what I do when I have nothing better to say," Lia replied with a grin.

The song changed again, and this time Catherine didn't have to urge Sara and Lia to come with her, but they all forced the guys to come with them. True to what Catherine had said to Greg, Sara pulled Nick with her and danced with him, but to Lia and Greg's surprise, Catherine and Warrick also paired up. Lia turned to Greg with a shocked look on her face.

"That...was unexpected."

"To say the least," agreed Greg.

"So I guess I'm stuck with you," she teased him.

"I guess. Watch out though, I know you're ticklish," he teased back, tentatively putting an arm around her waist.

"Ooh, you wouldn't dare. We're in public. I'll scream," she replied, turning so they were facing eachother. She was watching Sara and Nick out of the corner of her eye, because she wasn't quite sure what she was doing, though she was determined not to let anyone- least of all Greg- know otherwise. She tensed involuntarily as he slid his arms around her, resting his hands on her back. He gave her a concerned look.

"If you don't want to dance with me we can go sit back down." Greg was mentally kicking himself. Dumbass, he berated himself, you probably scared her. But she shook her head.

"It's not you, I'm just...oh forget it," she muttered, not meeting Greg's eyes. He gently lifted a hand to her face and turned her face to him.

"What's wrong?" She shook her head at him again and gave up.

"Aside from I have no clue what the hell I'm doing, nothing," she replied. Greg smiled at her.

"You're a better dancer than I am," he told her.

"And yet I've never danced with a guy before," she said, then hit herself on the forehead. "I shouldn't have said that, God I'm stupid," she muttered under her breath. Greg looked at her incredulously.

"Are you serious? Someone like you, I'd have thought every guy would want to dance with you."

"You mean every guy that wouldn't want to be seen with me," she scowled. "The teens were not my best years, by a long shot." Greg looked right in her eyes.

"Those guys were idiots," he told her, "anyone to overlook you is a complete and total idiot." She looked at him with a confused look in her eyes. Greg just looked at her for a minute, reminding both of them of the day at the pool, then Greg took a deep breath and leaned forward, gently pressing his lips to hers.

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Catherine, dancing with Warrick a few feet away, felt him tense. She turned, and a smile grew on her face as she saw the reason why. Greg and Lia, finally actually dancing, and it seemed that one of them had kissed the other. Warrick really was a little too protective of Lia.

"Lighten up, Rick," she advised him. "They're good for eachother." Warrick sighed in response.

"I don't want to see her hurt again, Cath," he told her. "There's a lot about her that Sanders doesn't know. If he ever hurts her, I swear..."

"He'd never do anthing to her on purpose, you know that. He may be a goof, but he's a goof with a heart the size of Nevada," Catherine reasoned. "And Lia's no fool. I might not know her well yet, but I know her enough to know that she's not stupid. If she's not happy, she'll tell someone." Warrick sighed again and forced his attention backto dancing with Catherine, trying to take her advice and not worry.

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"Hey, Sar, look, the lab rat finally made his move," Nick whispered in Sara's ear as they turned slowly, each holding the other close.

"I'm glad. I always felt bad that he liked me so much, but I never could like him in that way. I'm glad he's found someone who likes him back." Sara said with a smile on her face.

"So she does like him?"

"Obviously. That's why she volunteered to go get drinks with me...she wanted to ask me some questions. Poor kid was so nervous. I did warn her I'm not exactly the best person to ask for advice, though."

"She looks up to you. She's intimidated less by you than by Catherine. Who better to ask?" Nick pointed out.

"Someone with a better track record than me. Until I figured you out...I was a mess," Sara pointed out bluntly.

"Not at all. You've never been a mess, Sar, everyone has problems sometimes."

"I'm glad I found you," Sara said softly as Nick kissed her.

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A/N: Fourth chapter! Yay. Well, this one's a bit different, haha. So, as always, please tell me what you think!