Disclaimer: I'll be boring and simply say that while it doesn't belong to me, it's extremely addicting- just like cinnamon roll oatmeal!

A/N: Well hello to everyone still with me! Glad you liked the last chappie- I had fun writing a lot of the funny parts between Greg/Sara, but then again, I have fun writing it all for the most part. Now without too much ado, the next chappie!

Dancing With the Law

Chapter Eight: In Which They Go On a Date

"I'd rather spend one minute holding you, than the rest of my life wondering if I could." –Unknown

"So are you going to give me any hints about what we're doing tomorrow?" Sara asked Greg early Friday morning as they sat in the break room finishing up paperwork for their cases.

"Nope, it's a surprise," he teased.

"Well how am I supposed to know what to wear then?"

"Just jeans and a shirt are fine. Like whatever you wear to work. Doesn't matter really," he shrugged. "But make sure you wear a good pair of socks and shoes."

"Oh thanks for that tip," she rolled her eyes as she gather her papers together and stood up. "I'm going to drop this by Grissom's office, so I'll see you tomorrow."

"All righty then. I'll pick you up at eleven or so, okay?"

"That's fine, see you then."

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The next night Sara found herself pacing in her living room, sipping a cup of coffee, as she watched the clock hands tick closer to ten o'clock. She wasn't a big fan of surprises; probably the scientist in her. She liked to know what was going to happen so she could be prepared. Sighing in annoyance, she looked at the clock again, noting a whole thirty seconds had passed since she last looked at it. Suddenly though, a knock sounded on the door, and she practically ran over to open it.

"Hey," Greg stood there, hands in his pockets, a smile on his face.

"Hey yourself."

"Ready to go?" He asked, jerking a thumb over his shoulder.

"Yeah, am I dressed okay?" She motioned to what she was wearing- jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and sneakers.

"Yup, now come on," he reached out and grabbed her hand as soon as she had locked and closed the door behind her, and pulled her out to his car.

"Okay, so where are we going?"

"Nuh-uh, still a surprise," he grinned, and pulled something out from his gym bag in the backseat, and handed it to her.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me," she glared at him, or more specifically, the blindfold he was holding.

"Nope, I told you, I want it to be a surprise. Come on, humor me, please?"

"I don't know why I even agreed to do this," she muttered, but took the blindfold and secured it around her eyes.

"Because we're soul-mates, that's why," Greg replied matter-of-factly.

"What?"

"Remember, I told you my whole philosophy about how there's different types of soul-mates?" Greg snuck a quick look at her to make sure her eyes were covered.

"Oh yeah, I remember. Cute Greg," she rolled her eyes, not that he could see.

"I'm hurt," he said, and she could practically hear the pout in his voice. "You don't think we're soul-mates?"

"Not romantic ones," she laughed. "I'll concede that we're the friends type, or at least somewhat at any rate."

"Well that's all right then, for now," he laughed too. "I guess I'll just have to work on the romantic type then, won't I?"

Sara didn't have a chance to answer as she felt the car stop, and Greg turned the engine off. He climbed out of the car, and as her hands went to the door handle, it was suddenly opened and Greg was there helping her out. He still refused to answer her question as to where they were, instead he just continued to hold her elbow as he led her into a building- she heard the whoosh of the doors opening. They walked several more steps, and through another door, and Sara felt the temperature suddenly drop.

"Surprise," Greg announced as he took off the blindfold.

"Ice-skating!" Sara exclaimed, looking at the ice rink in front of her. "But shouldn't it be closed now?"

"Well yeah, but I know the owner, and he owed me a favour, so it's ours for a few hours," Greg smiled excitedly, then grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the bench nearby where there were two sets of skates sitting out. "I looked at your shoe size, so those'll work hopefully."

"You know, the first and only time I've ever been ice skating was for some birthday party for a neighbor girl when I was seven?" Sara finished lacing up her skates and stood up shakily. Greg was already zipping around on the ice.

"You'll be fine, now come on!"

"Big help you are," she mumbled, and taking a deep breath, carefully stepped out onto the ice, holding tightly to the ledge of the wall. "Okay, I'm on the ice, happy now?"

"Nope, you need to start skating," he grinned as he skated past her, turned on a foot and smoothly transitioned to skating backwards.

"And how am I supposed to do that?"

"Well come on," he skated over and held out his hands. "You trust me, we already established that, so let go."

"If I fall, you're coming down with me," Sara warned, placing her hands in his.

"Sure thing," Greg nodded, skating backwards very slowly, pulling her out towards the middle of the rink. "Okay, now the easiest to start is just to make like you're walking. Slide one foot forward, then the other. Once you feel pretty good about that, then try to start gliding a bit by pushing off with one foot."

Sara began to do as he said, and promptly fell flat on her arse. Greg tried to fight back a laugh, but soon it just burst out. Sara turned to look back at him, glaring.

"A hand here please?"

"Sorry, it's just the way you looked, like a duck or something," Greg skated over. He was referring to the fact that Sara had her arms flailing as she fell.

"Hah hah, thanks Greg, definitely no second date for you," Sara took his hand and carefully got to her feet.

"All right, let's try again," Greg said, ignoring Sara's last statement. "Bend your knees slightly, arms loose by your side. I'm gonna put my hands on your waist to push you a bit. Give you some guidance and stability and all. Now go."

Sara didn't move, so Greg pushed off, being careful not to go too fast. Apparently it was still too fast for Sara, and her hands immediately moved to grip his. Greg didn't say anything, but kept skating slowly around the rink, smiling as Sara slowly relaxed under his firm hold and started to skate on her own. Moving his hands, he quickly moved alongside of her and took one of her hands, matching his pace to hers. They continued to skate for the next two hours or so, talking most of the time. Eventually though, they had to stop.

"I'm afraid that our time's about up," Greg apologised. "I told my friend we'd be out of here by two. It's about a quarter till."

"Sure, I think my feet and ankles have had enough for one night anyways," Sara smiled, her cheeks rosy from the cold air and physical exertion.

"Yeah, that can happen till you're used to it," Greg nodded.

"So where did you learn how to skate?" Sara queried as they left the building, passing the night custodian on his way in to get it ready for the early practicers who would be coming in around five.

"Well, you know my grandpa got kicked out of Norway for getting my grandma pregnant, right?" Greg asked, and Sara nodded. That had gotten around the lab after Grissom's experiment. "Well, they eventually went back a few years later after the scandal died down, and my mum and dad took me to visit every year for Christmas. There was a pond just down the road, and since it's so damn cold over there, it was always hard enough to skate on."

"Family's really important to you, isn't it?" Sara tilted her head to the side as Greg began driving.

"Yeah," he nodded, glancing over at her briefly before focusing his attention back on the road. "My parents both came from huge families. Mum had four brothers and two sisters, while Dad had seven brothers. And since they're all married, I've got twenty six aunts and uncles. And add in the fact that most of them have kids, and it's a mad house at Thanksgiving."

"I can imagine," Sara looked shocked by that. "I have a brother living God only knows where, and that's it. No aunts or uncles or grandparents."

"Well feel free to take some of mine. Though I think you do have a family of sorts."

"Who?" Sara raised an eyebrow.

"Everyone at the lab! I mean, think about it. Catherine and Grissom are like the parents, though maybe that's a bad analogy since you lusted after him."

"Greg!" Sara could help but laugh.

"Sorry. But like I was saying…Doc Robbins can be the grandfather, Nick and Warrick are the protective older brothers, and Brass is the grumpy uncle."

"And what about you?"

"I'll be the dashing boyfriend trying to win over the family and gain their approval," he laughed. "Assuming you'll do me the honor of another date. If not, then I'll settle for being the adorable younger brother that everyone loves."

"You mean annoying little brother who bugs the hell out of everyone," Sara countered, not answering his part-question, part-statement about the possibility of a second date.

"Alas, it's my misfortune to be misunderstood," he said woefully as he pulled into the parking lot of Sara's apartment complex.

"You want to come in and have a cup of coffee?" Sara asked suddenly, not quite wanting the evening to be over for some reason.

"Sure, that'd be great," he accepted, and after turning off the car, followed her inside and up to her apartment.

"Make yourself at home, it'll be a few minutes," Sara called as she entered the kitchen and being setting up the percolator.

Greg took in his surroundings, and noting the fair-sized tv, with a much larger movie collection beside it, wandered over to investigate Sara's movie tastes.

"Hey, was this a good movie?" Greg asked, holding up a DVD.

"Which one?" Sara called as she walked in carrying two mugs of coffee.

"Pirates of the Caribbean," he replied.

"You've never seen it?" Sara looked shocked.

"Uh…no?" Greg shrugged sheepishly.

"You have two. Besides the awesome plot and sword fight scenes, you'd love the music. I even bought the soundtrack I liked it so much," Sara handed him his coffee and sat down in her favourite chair across from where he was sitting on the couch. "You want to stay and watch it? If you don't have anywhere to be, I mean."

"Yeah, sure," he agreed, and settled onto the couch more comfortably as Sara popped the DVD in.

As soon as the movie began, Greg found himself enthralled by it, largely in part due to the music. Sara had been right; the score was simply breathtaking. With the first few notes, he found his fingers itching to go home to his violin and begin sounding out the beautiful melody.

However, he wasn't so enthralled by it to not notice Sara get up from her chair, come over to the couch, and sit down beside him, tucking herself under his arm. She didn't comment, and he didn't either, except to ask if she was comfortable. He spent the rest of evening alternating between watching the movie and glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes. As the credits began to roll, he reluctantly pulled his arm from around her shoulders as she sat up and stretched lazily.

"So what'd you think?"

"I think I've found a movie I'm going to have to buy," he grinned. "Not to mention a soundtrack to buy. My fingers are itching to grab my violin and start figuring out the melodies."

"Well when you do you'll have to give me a concert," she demanded.

"I've got tickets to see the Nevada Symphony Orchestra if you'd like to come with me to that," he offered, crossing his fingers and hoping she'd say yes. "Just to hold you over till I can play for you."

"What's the dress code?"

"Uh, very formal."

"I have to dress up?" Sara grimaced slightly. "Oh well. It'll be fun."

"That's a yes then?"

"That's a yes," Sara nodded, and was rewarded with a smile.

"Coolies," he grinned, and on impulse, leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Thank you. And thanks for coming tonight, it was fun."

"It was, thanks for inviting me," Sara returned as she walked him over to the door. "I'll see you at work."

"See ya!" He gave her a quick hug, and then turned and headed down the stairs and out of her sight. With a sigh, she closed and locked her door before she walked to her couch and flopped onto it on her back, a smile on her face.

"Oh Greg, what are you doing to me?" She whispered.

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A/N: Okie dokie, that's it. Hope you liked it. I thought it was just kinda cute. I love to ice skate, and I think it's a great first date- you can talk, hold hands, and it's not that expensive. Movies are nice, but you can't talk, and they're getting bloody ridiculous price-wise. But that's just my opinion. Anyways, another dance lesson coming up, and Rumba costumes and photos too, me thinks :-) so that should be interesting. What outfit am I gonna force poor Sara to wear now? Lol. So review, and let me know what you think.