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A/N: Hey everyone! Big thanks to FanficAddiction for the disclaimer. Let me also take a minute to apologise for taking so long to update. It may not sound like much of an excuse, but I a fair number of issues I needed to deal with and work through. So thanks for sticking with me, and I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Dancing With the Law

Chapter Eleven: In Which There is Much Ado About Something

"Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love, to work, to play, and to look up at the stars." –unknown

"So…" Catherine grinned as Sara walked in.

"Did you bring pictures?" Nick was quick to ask. Warrick was chuckling at the look of annoyance on Sara's face.

"Not even a measly hi?" She glared playfully at Nick.

"Hi," Warrick spoke up, still chuckling.

"Now, pictures girl," Catherine demanded. "I want the boys to see my masterpiece."

"Maybe it was a masterpiece," Sara said as she pulled an envelope from her bag and slid it towards them. "But I think the raw materials weren't too bad to begin with."

"You look fantastic Sara," Nick was quick to compliment as he took one of the pictures from the top of the small pile.

"Are these all of them?" Catherine asked. "None of your mystery date?"

"Not yet," Sara answered as Greg walked into the room. "I think I want to keep him to myself for a while longer."

"Ooh, pictures," Greg sat down and fawned over Sara as much as the guys had, not letting on that he had been her date. "You look pretty Sara."

"Thanks Greg," she smiled slightly, and was relieved when he gave her a wink, silently letting her know he was okay with her decision not to tell them.

"So how was it?" Warrick asked, causing Sara to launch into an explanation of everything they had done, and all she had learned about the symphony.

"So it's safe to say you had a good time?" Catherine asked sarcastically.

"I think so," Sara replied, laughing lightly.

"So you gonna see this guy again?" Greg asked casually, but Sara could see his eyes twinkling with mischief, as well as genuine curiosity to see what her answer would be.

"I guess it depends on if he asks me again, but yes, I hope so."

"That's great Sara," Nick grinned at seeing the soft smile that graced Sara's face every time she mentioned this mystery guy.

"Yeah," Warrick chimed. "So when are we going to meet him? We need to make sure he's worthy of you."

"What are you guys, cavemen?"

"Hey, just because we want to take this guy's prints and throw him into interrogation while we makes sure he's clean…" Nick raised his hands to show he was kidding. "Doesn't make us bad guys for caring about you. Someone needs to."

"One more date," she said after shaking her head at his reply.

"What?" Warrick raised an eyebrow as he lazily turned his chair side to side.

"After one more date," she repeated. "If we still feel the same after one more date, then I'll bring him in, in person, to meet you guys. Fair?"

"I think we can live with that," Greg answered, a grin appearing on his face.

"Well good…now maybe we can get on to the cases?" Sara crossed her arms over her chest, her look clearly bordering on irritation. Luckily for her, Grissom walked into the room at that moment, case assignments in hand, and it was back to the usual routine of work.

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"Dancing, dancing, dancing," Greg said in a sing-song voice as he spun Sara around and out to the music that was playing. It was yet another practice, and they were, as always, working hard.

"Stop!" Madame Parajanov called out, tapping a finger against her chin as she looked them over critically. "Lifts."

"What?"

"Lifts," she repeated, rolling her eyes at Greg as she reached her cane out and lightly hit his shoulder. "I think we are going to add in a couple of lifts to your routine, replace a few spins. If you can do them. If not, we'll just put the spins back in, but I think you'll be able to."

"As long as I go take some steroids and hit the gym," Greg joked as he and Sara moved to where Madame Parajanov had pulled out a gym mat.

"You will be fine," Esfir laughed lightly, pushing them into the position she wanted with her cane. "We'll start with an easy one. Greg, you place your hands on Sara's waist, firmly, and Sara, your hands will move to grab his wrists. You will slightly bend your knees as you push off, which will help him lift you up till his arms are straight. Now as he lifts you, arch your back and lean your head back so that the weight will be more evenly balanced. Now, start eight counts before the first spin in your routine, and instead of doing the turn, go into the lift and do half a turn before bringing her back down, gently, and smoothly."

Greg and Sara moved into their dance position, and started dancing once Madame Parajanov counted off four beats intro. They smoothly moved through the first seven counts, and on the eighth count, instead of both spinning, Sara spun so her back was to Greg. He took hold of her waist firmly while Sara grabbed his wrists. He concentrated as he felt her dip slightly, and as she rose, he used the momentum to push her into the air…when she stayed for a second before tumbling down on top of him, sending them both to the floor in an ungraceful heap.

"Well that was smooth," Sara grumbled, rubbing a spot on her back where Greg's knee had hit.

"Again!" Esfir rapped her cane on the floor.

With a sigh they pulled themselves from the floor and attempted the lift again. And fell back down again.

"Come here," Esfir motioned to Greg as she turned to rummage through one of the closets. When she turned around, she was holding tape and rolls of gauze. "Hold out a hand. I'm going to wrap your wrists to give you added support as you practice the lifts. After a few practices, your wrists should strengthen enough that it will no longer be needed."

"Here, I'll do the other one," Sara offered, coming over. Madame Parajanov wordlessly handed over the other roll of gauze and tape.

"And you, Sara, need to make sure you don't try to straighten your arms as he lifts you," Esfir warned. "That puts more strain on his arms, almost forcing them to want to lower. Also be sure to arch your back more. If it hurts, then do more stretching at home and during your other practices to increase your flexibility."

"Yes Madame Parajanov," Sara nodded as she finished taping Greg's wrist.

"Now again!" She snapped, and once they were in position, counted them off.

"Yes!" Greg pumped a fist into the air a moment later.

They had successfully done the lift, if a bit shaky. Sara wasn't heavy by any means; she actually could stand to put on a few pounds, but while Greg was in shape, it was still a slight strain to support all of another person's weight. Madame Parajanov gave them an approving nod, and then walked them through another lift. This one was easier than the other. Sara would jump slightly, bending one leg as she did so, and slide one arm around Greg's neck. Greg would lift her, one arm under her bent knee, and the other around her waist, as he walked a small circle. Sara and Greg were able to successfully do that lift on their first try, with no problems except for staying on beat, but that would be easily remedied with practice.

Before their lesson ended, Madame Parajanov told them of one more stunt, not a lift though, that they could work on; the death spin. Greg would dip Sara back deeply, then pull her back up, and push her out a ways from him. Sara would then start to walk around him a few steps, and let herself fall towards the ground. Greg would pull her towards him slightly, which caused her to spin as she sat on the floor. Again, it wasn't too hard, but it required a good amount of trust that your partner wasn't going to let you go and smack into the ground.

"Good, now off with you," Esfir smile slightly at them as they tiredly gathered their things together and left.

"I think this is worse than that first practice we had," Greg groaned as they walked across the parking lot to their cars.

"I know," Sara sympathised. "When you go home and hop in the shower, keep it chilly, the colder you can stand it the better, for at least five minutes, than gradually warm it up. And take an ibuprofen. That should help prevent the worst of the muscle aches."

"Will do, thank you," he nodded, then grinned. "So, when's our third date going to be?"

"I'll have to think about it. I think it's my turn to take you somewhere," she smiled back. "I'm sorry about at work and not telling them and all."

"Hey, no being sorry," Greg was quick to say, squeezing her shoulder. "We talked about that. I don't care if you wait to tell them about us till we've been married for ten years and have three kids!"

Sara simply stared at him, one eyebrow raised.

"Okay, bad example, but seriously, I don't mind waiting. It's just more time I get to keep you to myself," he laughed as he tugged on her hand and pulled her against him, hugging her.

"Thank you," she whispered, feeling her eyes moisten. That was very un-like her, but Greg's words had just touched her.

"No thanks necessary. So…what're we gonna do for our third date, since you want to plan it?"

"The zoo."

"The zoo?"

"Yeah, the zoo," Sara nodded. "I loved the zoo as a kid. I still do. And I haven't been in a year or two. Not to mention I heard that there was a gorilla born a few weeks ago, and I want to see him."

"The zoo it is," Greg clapped his hands, already growing excited. "Tuesday? We can go after work?"

"Sounds good to me," Sara nodded again, thinking the five days till then couldn't pass quickly enough. Funny, since she already saw him every day, and every night too already. He was truly doing something to her, having some profound effect on her. And Sara smiled to herself when she realised she was rather happy and content to let him effect her.

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A/N: Okay, that's it for the chapter. Next chapter will have the zoo date. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, as long in coming as it was. Some of you asked for more dance lessons, so there you go. Next chapter will be up in a week or two, assuming everything stays as it should, so no promises. As always, review if you like.