Author's Notes: Good news! I'm getting better and this fic is getting an update! Hehe, anyways, thanks for all the reviews thus far, I'm loving them. I make a habit of answering questions people ask me in their reviews, so we'll get that out of the way really quick.

Jayke Manners: I downloaded the song and I am liking it a lot but I just have so many reservations about working songs into my fics that I'm not planning on using it for fear of mucking up the fic. Great suggestion though, thanks!

HYPERPISCES: Sure sound can waft. Do not question me! Haha, but yeah, to waft is to flow smoothly through the air, which sound certainly can do.

Augusta: Read on to find out. Enjoy!


CSI: - Party Fever
Chapter Four – Stunning Sara


Sara wondered it the heat in her face had belied itself with a blush as she stepped into the bright ball room. The few couples and crowds near the door turned and nodded politely, the men's eyes staying a bit long than they're dates, which she hoped was a good sign. She surveyed the people carefully, hoping to meet . . . and catch, in this dress, Grissom's eye. Among the crowds, however, she couldn't spot her boss. Her heart sunk as she leaned against the staircase a bit at the entrance, her shoulders obviously falling a bit.

'I guess this party won't be so great after all,' she chewed her lower lip carefully, sighing and straightening back up after a moment, 'Then again, it was stupid of me to expect he'd come. Of course he'd find some sort of excuse not to come. It is Grissom, after all. I guess I'll just go find Greg or Nick so I don't look pathetic coming just to walk back out again,' she mentally shook herself from her thoughts and readied herself to spend the and started down the short flight of steps to the main floor before a hand caught her arm gently, pulling her around. 'Please let it be Grissom,' was Sara's fleeting thought as she turned slowly.

"Sara," Catherine grinned as Sara turned to face her, eying the woman up and down appraisingly, "Nice. Looks even better without the tennis shoes."

Sara smiled and sighed, nodding a bit, "Thanks, Catherine."

"And I love your hair," Catherine continued, noting that Sara'd left it curled for the first time in a long while, causing the brunette curls to frame her face brilliantly, "Well, I suppose that means everyone's here now!"

"Is, uh, Grissom here?" Sara asked off-handedly, already rather convinced Catherine knew of her feelings for her boss.

"I talked to him a bit earlier," Catherine's eyes flashed towards a large bay window where a few lab techs and police officers were conversing, "But it looks like he ran off somewhere. Come on, you'll have plenty of time to talk to him later, right now we need to get you a drink," Catherine winked as she whisked Sara off to the large wooden bar to the right, "Free drinks."


Gil peered around the large police officer he'd been half-chatting with. Catherine was dragging Sara toward the bar, smiling and though her lips were moving rather quickly Catherine was saying something about champagne glasses making one seem more elegant.

Grissom couldn't tell whether he was frowning or smiling, and to be honest didn't really know which he should be doing. Sara was nothing short of stunning, he'd nearly dropped his crystal glass when he'd first caught site of her; she was wearing a dress the color of the blood they so often conversed over, and the dress was cut so low Grissom's thoughts wandered to places they'd not been in thirty years, well, not that he would like to admit, anyways. She wore strappy crimson pumps which just made her legs look that more sensual, the bits you could see from the slit running beautifully up the length of the dress. He knew he was frowning now, 'Tonight's . . . not going to be easy.'

Grissom's attention shifted from the two CSIs at the bar to Conrad Ecklie flailing about on the dance floor. Well, to be fair, he wasn't flailing, and he wasn't half-bad. Grissom just wished he'd been flailing. He met the other man's challenging gaze with a stone-cold frown, "Not easy at all."

"What was that, Dr. Grissom?" the police officer he'd been idly conversing with earlier turned to him, wondering why the older man was still talking, as he'd turned away several minutes ago when he'd noticed the entomologist's attention was turned towards the bar.

"Oh," Grissom swallowed hard, turning away, "Have a nice night."


"Sara! Catherine!" Greg smiled, waving excitedly as if they might miss him standing five feet down the bar from them. He was certainly lucid but the women could tell he'd already been taking advantage of the free drinks a bit more than the others had.

"Having fun I see," Catherine's voice was laced with amusement as she leaned against the bar next to the younger man as he ordered another drink.

"Hey, it's a party!" Greg laughed at nothing in particular, "That's the point!"

"Just . . . don't over-do it," the woman's voice was stern.

"No problemo," Greg smiled, fetching his drink. He turned his back to the bar, smiling hugely at Sara, "You're looking lovely, and as we're both without dates . . ." He left the proceeding to her own interpretation.

She smiled, "Perhaps a dance later," she glanced about the room again, but turned back after seeing not sign of Grissom.

Greg nodded and seemed to be holding back a hiccup as he took another sip, or swig, rather, of his drink, "More for you, Catherine," He turned a playful glance to the woman who rolled her eyes jokingly, "Shall we dance?"

She took his offered arm obligingly, winking at Sara, "Sure, I guess I can afford a pity dance."

Greg stepped back, clapping his hand to his chest in mock pain, "It hurts, Catherine, you cut me deep."

"Oh, come on, someone has to show Grissom how it's done, let's get on the floor," She tugged on his arm a bit.

"What?" Grissom's name had caught Sara's ear.

"Oh, didn't you hear," Greg took another drink, seemingly trying to finish his cocktail before sharing his exceptional dancing skills with Catherine, "Ecklie's challenged Grissom to a –hiccup- dancing contest."

Sara raised her eyebrow unbelievingly Catherine carted Greg off to dance. 'Poor Grissom,' she laughed a bit inside, considering. She'd never seen Grissom dance before, though admittedly she'd wondered about it many times before. He was an elegant man, and could be very graceful, and she was sure he was capable of being a beautiful dancer, if he did indeed know how. 'He knows pretty much anything else, I assume he can dance,' she smiled dryly, fetching a glass of champagne as the bar tender set it on the bar for her.

"Sara," a voice came softly from behind her and she turned slowly. This time it wasn't Catherine.


Author's Notes: My how I do love the cliffhangers! Mwa-ha-ha-ha! I'm so evil.

Anyways, sorry that took so long. A lot's been going on. Number one, I SO got into college. Criminal Justice with Forensic Science Emphasis is the major I've tentatively decided on. Not that you care. Also, I'm still sick, but have discovered what with. My basement, apparently, has mold. Freaky. Once again, not that you care. Hehe, I'll try and update in a timely manner, as I know you all wish me to, and I hope you'll review if you have the time.