A/N: Chapter 5 is here! Here's where it starts getting interesting... (laughs) Leggo my Greggo! Thanks for all your lovely reviews on the past four chapters, you guys are awesome.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own CSI. Fortunately, however... I don't own the four lines Greggo is singing, either. Those belong to Madonna. (nods) And she can have them. XD ... For hints, look at the title of this chapter. By the way, I don't want anyone to take offense to my reference to her song. I don't hate her, nor do I intend to discriminate against anyone who likes her and/or her music. Onward!

"They're gonna be so freaked out when they show up here to see that happening…" Nick muttered under his breath to Sara, who poked him playfully in return. "Ow."

"If they possess personalities anything like their son's, they should be fine." Sara dismissed his worries. "It's just a little Karaoke; Greggo brought a bunch of his party crap in the back of his truck. I'm more worried about what Grissom will think."

"You still care? I thought you were over him… that's what you told me." Nick sounded a little worried; for a second he believed that she may still carry something of a flame for their supervisor.

"Nicky, I wouldn't move in with you if I loved Grissom. Just like how I wouldn't move in with Grissom if I loved you." Sara paused for a moment, recounting her words. "Which… I do." She continued, having confused herself. Nick, his thoughts drifting on the ring upstairs looked relieved.

"When… are you going to trust me when I tell you I love you, cowboy?" Sara placed a hand on his cheek, standing on her toes for a kiss.

"I do! I just can't stop thinking about how lucky I am." Nick smiled and pulled her close as they stood alone in the kitchen, Catherine and Warrick staring at them with Lindsay through the window, knowing smirks lacing their faces.

"I never pictured either of them acting like they couldn't keep their hands off each other." Catherine whispered to Warrick, trying to keep her voice down so that Lindsay couldn't hear.

"You kidding? They've liked each other since Sara showed up almost six years ago."

"And you know this…"

Warrick gave her a look that suggested he wanted to do exactly what Nick and Sara were.

"Not with Linds around!" Catherine hissed as Warrick walked up behind her, massaging her back and whispering in her ear.

"We've known each other longer…"

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"Alright, guys… its 1:45, we need to take our places!" Greg looked at his watch before grabbing a rather large handful of Cheezies and stuffing them all in his mouth. "Mmff. Kah-reh-ohk-eh fuhrst, ven?" Greg's girlfriend Lydia watched in repulsion as he attempted to talk between bites of nasty looking orange stuff in his mouth. No one could understand what he was saying.

"Excuse me?" Sara cocked an eyebrow, the look on her face causing Nick and Warrick to snigger hopelessly. Greg choked, trying not to laugh himself and began coughing, spewing Cheezie juice all over the room and onto Sara's new blouse. He covered his mouth after a second, looking up in apology.

"I was just asking if we were doing Karaoke first… Errr… Sorry…" Greg grimaced at Sara's soiled top. She just blinked at him, not willing to become angered at her own party.

"You set up your Karaoke over by the TV while I change. Sorry everyone, I'll be back in a second…" She turned to leave.

"We haven't showed you upstairs yet, have we? Why don't we go up with Sara and I'll show you around." Nick suggested to the silent crowd. So far, this wasn't much of a party… He was determined to at least keep it going. The guests gladly obliged, following the couple upstairs. Warrick threw an arm around Catherine; they'd started dating around the same time Nick and Sara had. Catherine patted her daughter's shoulder, turning her around to follow them. Lindsay had been staring with her mouth open at Greg and Lydia, who'd been lingering at the back of the pack. The quirky former lab-tech was whispering into his girlfriend's ear and gradually running his fingers up her side. Judging by the shocked look on her face, he had just mumbled something dirty into her ear. Catherine rolled her eyes and gently pushed Lindsay along in front of her. Greg departed as everyone else made their way up the stairs.

"Back in a few," he hummed nonchalantly, dangling a set of car keys from his hand as he exited through the front door.

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"What can I wear…" Sara mumbled grumpily, still fighting to maintain control of her anger. She'd bought the sleek black blouse specially for the occasion, and within the first half hour, Greg (of course…) had ruined it by stuffing too many Cheezies in his mouth. Grimacing, she looked down at the orange splotches on her shirt. Disgusting.

Sara decided that she couldn't bear wearing the shirt anymore, even as she searched for something else to throw on instead. She moved to undo the corset ties at it's back, sighing in conceded defeat when she couldn't reach the knot. Nick had helped her the first time; he'd have to help her again.

"Nicky, can you come here for a sec?" Sara shouted down the hallway at Nick, who was showing everyone the two guestrooms on the second floor. Not willing to give up until he came, she tried again to reach the knot that sat mockingly in the middle of her back. Squatting down in the closet, she let her eyes continue to wander in search of appropriate attire.

"Coming." Nick replied, quickly finishing his explanation of the color scheme he and Sara had been considering for each of the guestrooms before heading to the master bedroom where he saw a harassed looking Sara Sidle crouching on her toes, looking straight up. She heard him come in.

"Can you undo this for me real quick?" She tried to look over her shoulder to speak to him, quickly loosing balance and tipping over with a light thump. Nick, although momentarily surprised at her tumble, chuckled fondly. It was extremely cute. "Ow…" Sara frowned from the ground where she lay on her back, looking up at him like an hurt child.

"Come here, you…" Nick knelt down next to her with a loving look in his eye, helping her sit up with a tender touch. "You really have no idea how adorable that was." He smiled warmly at her, pulling her into a amorous embrace as his arms reached around to her back. It was with skilled fingers that he undid the knot he'd tied earlier, freeing her from the tightness of the blouse almost as beautiful as her. Part of Nick wished that Greg hadn't been such a pig and spewed orange crud everywhere through both his mouth and nose, but on the other hand, Sara had looked uncomfortable in the shirt, even after only a half hour of wearing it. He hated to see her in even slight misery, no matter what the cause. Besides, she looked stunning in anything.

"Mmh, God, thank you." Sara lurched her back forward, feeling so much better now that she could breathe properly. She rested her head in the nape of his neck for a moment, just enjoying his touch and scent until she heard giggling at the doorway. Her eyes, which had at some point unknown to her closed now opened alertly to see little Lindsay at the door, laughing like the child she was. Nick turned his head to face Lindsay at the doorway, grinning like an idiot as he caught Warrick's eye. The whole group was now standing at the doorway to his and Sara's master bedroom.

Sara smiled quite comfortably. "Nick was helping me undo the back of my blouse and I fell over." She felt no shame in attaching herself to him in the process, he was her boyfriend. "I still need to find something to wear…" She winked at Nick and left him with a quick kiss on the lips as she stood up, her bare back visible through the loose strings of her blouse.

"Here." Nick's grin broadened considerably as he opened a drawer on his side of the bed. "Catch." He threw a dark blue football jersey to her. Sara caught it, looking puzzled. "Dallas Cowboys… My Dad bought me that when I was a teenager. It should fit you."

"Aww." Catherine sighed under her breath, watching the pair like they were really something special. Sara threw her a darting glance and caught Nick's jersey.

"Thanks, baby." She emphasized the last word, walking into the bathroom to put Nick's shirt on with a seductive demeanor in her eye. Lindsay just stared while Warrick raised his eyebrows. Catching the looks on their faces just before she entered the master bathroom, Sara gazed back, whispering: "Have no shame."

Nick chuckled, catching her eye before she removed herself from sight.

"Guys, it's 1:55… I've finally got this thing hooked up! Come on down, we have five minutes!" Greg's voice bellowed from the bottom floor of the handsome two story home, creating a very slight echo just before music started blaring.

"I made it through the wilderness!
Somehow I made it through-oo-oooh…"

"GREG, SHUT THAT OFF, NOW!" Sara's head tore out of the bathroom as she finished putting Nick's jersey on. The music was so loud that the floor was shaking, the only sound to be heard over the moaning that was Madonna was Greg's terrible singing.

"Didn't know how lost I was,
Until I found you-whoo-ooooh"

Sara knew the song would be stuck in her head for weeks. She chucked her cheezie splattered shirt into a pile with all her other clothes yet to be hung up and unpacked and sprinted downstairs, wincing at every word Greg sang along to.

"Greg! Turn it OFF!" Her voice barely raised above the music, blaring ever louder from the living room. Sara watched in horror as glasses and decorative plates hopped about to the bass, threatening to crash down on the carpeted floor. Lydia had followed Sara downstairs from the bathroom, and was screaming at her boyfriend just as loud, trying to raise her voice above the sound to be heard.

Greg, presumably trying to duplicate the dance moves of Napoleon Dynamite, carried a microphone in his hand that was hooked up to the speakers on either side of the big screen TV. He seemed completely oblivious to the shouting around him, wearing oversize disconnected headphones on his ears to muffle the sound so he could hear his own voice in his head.

"Like a VIRRRRRGINNNN!"

Catherine, Warrick and Nick had followed Sara and Lydia into the living room, Lindsay wrapped tight in Catherine's arms as her mother tried to cover her daughter's ears at the last lyric, unsuccessfully. The eight year old, who was already cringing at the blaring volume of the song looked up at her mother.

"Mommie! What's a virgin!" The tall blonde woman had just managed to catch what Lindsay had said and looked utterly horrified. Nick jogged up to the stereo covering his ears and quickly turned the volume off, wincing in pain. It took a moment for Greg to notice the music had stopped; he continued singing.

"Touched for the VERY- first Timmmmme- … Hey, what's up, man?" Greg looked up at Nick, confusion evident on his face. In all the commotion, no one heard the doorbell ring for the fifth time. Every body in the room stood suddenly rigid.

Sara finally looked at Nick. "Honey, you did tell them it was a housewarming party… right?" She asked weakly, a nervous smile spreading on her face. She hadn't quite intended for Nick's parents to show up while Greg was screaming to 'Like a Virgin'. Any other song, sure- that was the idea. Not that one.

"Uh, yeah… I did… when I told them our, I mean my new address." A sheepish grin crossed Nick's equally nervous features.

A/N: I'm really bad with these cliffies, aren't I? (evil grin) I promise I won't make you wait too long for the next chapter... I just had to stop it here. XD You can harass me all you want to post the next part in a review... (hint, hint... heheh!) Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Until next time...

Sahariah