Author's Notes: First off, thanks for all the great reviews, they're really encouraging me to keep with this fic. Sorry this update took so freaking long, but without the new episodes coming out my interest in the show has temporarily waned, but I won't leave you all hanging! (Though new episodes of Monk are on . . . Hmm . . . I've been meaning to do a Monk/Natalie fic. Oh, speaking of which, everyone check out my CSI fic 'Over Drinks.' /end Shameless Plug)


CSI: - Party Fever
Chapter Six – Two to Tango


Catherine smiled as her eye caught the entry doors opening. Grissom, avec bow tie, was motioning for Sara to follow him which she was doing wearing a sheepish smile and a slight blush. 'Perfect,' Catherine thought to herself, taking another sip of champagne, 'Now . . . to seal the deal.'

She strolled smoothly to the dais where the band was and motioned to one of the men, who turned to her curiously, "I don't suppose you boys know the tango?"

The man nodded and passed the word onto the other players as Catherine returned to stand next to Greg and Nick, who had joined them along with his date, a rather beautiful tech from day shift.


As Grissom turned to face Sara, having finally reached the dance floor, he let out a deep breath, "Here goes."

Sara smiled back at him, taking each of his hands in hers, "Nervous?"

"Yes," he admitted quietly, looking around at the dancing couples around them. The band had just finished playing a rather slow number and the pairs remained swaying, waiting for the next song to begin.

"I'm sure you dance wonderfully," Sara assured, "Better than Ecklie, at least."

"That's not what I'm nervous about," his eyes met hers again as he sighed once more.

"No worries," Sara squeezed his hands.

"No worries?" He raised his eyebrow questioningly.

"When I was a kid, a little kid, whenever I'd get hurt or cry or was worried about anything my mother would just wipe away my tears and say 'no worries.' I don't know why, but it always made me feel better," Sara explained, wondering when the band would start playing.

As if on cue they began a song that Sara just winced at the thought of, I know you had something to do with this Catherine. She was, of course, thanking Catherine in the back of her mind, but she could never admit that.

"Do you tango, Grissom?" She grinned at him coyly, moving one hand to his shoulder and stepping a bit closer.

He cleared his throat, though his nervousness seemed have been expelled by Sara's mother's magic words, "Of course," he meandered his arm around her waist gracefully.

As the music began to pick up several couples left the floor, sitting the dance out in favor of the open bar. Grissom was thankful; he'd not danced this particular number in years and he had enough trouble concentrating on the steps without having to worry about clumsily bumping into others. His eyes met Sara's as she gazed at him intently; stepping with such grace and beauty Grissom winced, knowing his clumsy steps must be making her look awful.

"What's wrong?" she whispered, seeing him frown noticeably.

"I think I was in college the last time I did this dance," he explained, his nervousness finding his way back to him.

"It's like riding a bike, Grissom," she responded softly, "Just don't think about it. Forget about dancing, just dance."

Grissom smiled softly into her eyes, relaxing, letting the music move his feet in rhythm with Sara's elegant steps, "No worries?"

"No worries," she smiled back, picking up the pace as the music spurred her to.

His apprehension melted away as he locked eyes with Sara, his body moving of its own accord, or so it must have been, considering his mind was far away, lost in her soft but piercing gaze.

She smiled almost shyly at him. She loved the tango, it was just a challenging and beautiful dance, but she couldn't concentrate. For all she knew she and Grissom had danced right out of the room, or perhaps collapsed into the chairs that skirted the floor, she could only see Grissom, feel him holding her close, but not too close, oh God not close enough, feel him staring into her eyes, unable to look away.

She could faintly hear the music continue to play, the music they were effortlessly moving in perfect sync with, the music lost to their ears as they traded steps, moving this way and that in a fluid motion as if they were the music themselves. He would retreat, she would advance, he would return as she would draw away, he would lean in, just to push her away again in a teasing step that hit oh-so-close to home with these two CSIs.

As the music began to die and couples returned to the floor for the next song, hopefully one a bit less involved, Sara and Grissom slowed their pace, not breaking from the gaze of the other.

"See?" Sara said so quietly Grissom wasn't entirely sure she'd said it at all, "No worries."


Author's Notes: Damn that requirement of the picture of Sara and Greg. I wish I could just end the story right there. So great. Isn't that a great ending spot? Meh, I'll just have to out-do myself with an even better ending! Hopefully I'll get the next chapter up double-quick to make up for the delay on this chapter, which I apologize for.

I hope you enjoyed the dance, I was so nervous about writing it but I feel it turned out quite nice. Short chapter I know, but that's just such a great ending spot! Review if you have the time.