Sara and Gil were getting ready to leave because they both had to be at work in an hour. Adam had taken the night off so he wasn't in a hurry. He and Rex showed them out.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow then?" Adam casually asked as he opened the door.

"What is tomorrow? You don't have work." Gil asked puzzled, looking at Sara who looked equally lost.

"Catherine's party is tomorrow." Adam gently reminded them, he visibly saw them both sigh. "Hey, it won't be that bad. Rex and I will be there Sara we will save you."

"Thankfully! I hate parties."

"I know!" he laughed and then turned to his father.

"Dad, you have to go! Okay?"

"I can not believe this, I am being ordered by my own son!" Gil said in mock irritation. Sighing he added, "fine, I'll be there, just don't expect me to enjoy it." He warned and then turned to Sara. "Come on, we better get going. Bye Adam, see you Rex." He called out, the swiftly turned around and guided Sara down the steps with a hand on her back.

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The next day at work everyone was talking about 'The Party'. Apparently Catherine couldn't help but invite "a few more people so suddenly most of night shift was going as well as Catherine's friends. Gil was nervous to say the least, Sara annoyed at being forced to go, Catherine exited that Adam was going so she could finally get more out of him. Nick wanted to win his bet on Sara and Adam seeing as how the money was now up to roughly $700.

There were little cases so everyone was able to go home on time and get ready for the party the following night. As Gil opened his front door he went to his stereo and put on his favourite jazz album. Glancing at the clock he realised he had ten hours before the party started. Quickly calculating what he had to do he decided he could have sleep for seven hours and if he was late for the party…then all the better. After making himself some pasts, for one, whilst he watched the Cubs beat the Yankees magnificently, he decided to take a shower and then sleep.

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"Stupid people of Las Vegas, why couldn't they commit a crime tonight? Seriously. You would think that they would love to kill someone or hit someone or rob someone, but alas, no, all is well on the day of Catherine's party." Sara muttered to herself as she grabbed herself a beer from the fridge whilst she slipped of her shoes and unbuttoned her shirt. Looking around her apartment she realised that it really should be cleaned. Deciding it could wait until later she sat down at her computer and started playing her 'Bugman' game.

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They were lying on his bed, practically naked. All he had on was his cotton boxers whilst she was wearing only her bra and undies. They had been kissing for about twenty minutes and it was starting to get to him. He had not been with a women for a while, he knew he wouldn't have been able to face her the next day if he had been with one.

The taste of her skin was amazing. 'Like vanilla and cocoa beans' he thought to himself as she began to suck on his neck, nipping here and there, finding that spot on his neck that just made him go,

"Sara." He groaned, "I, I, can't…need to…" she swiftly silenced him with a kiss and whispered in his ear, suckling it at the same time.

"I know, now hold on." and before he knew what she meant she was liking her way down his smooth chest, while her fingers lightly scratched his lower stomach and it was all he could do to whimper.

She nuzzled his erection through his boxer shorts and the slipped a hand inside.

"Sara, honey-" but he never finished the sentence. She had stripped him of his boxers and had run her tongue along the underside of his penis. She brought it back up, swirling it around the head and then engulfed him fully. It was exquisite torture and Gil wanted it to last forever. But she was urging him to come and he couldn't resist her. Reaching down to stroke her hair he felt her run her nails along his balls and in seconds his world had been set alight and she swallowed him all.

She crawled up to him and kissed him and he could taste himself on her tongue. She spooned herself against him and sleep soon found them. The last thing Gil thought of before he fell asleep was that it was like he was living a dream.

After Gil woke up alone, again, and had changed the soiled sheets he realised it was already 6.00, only an hour before the party. Just then the phone rang.

"Grissom." He swiftly answered hoping he would be called in on a case and wouldn't have to go.

'But then I wouldn't see Sara.'

'You could always take her with you…' his conscience reasoned.

"Gil, it's me." Catherine's voice flooded the line, making him loose hope instantly. "I was just calling to remind you about the party, it starts in an hour, in case you have forgotten." She told him her voice coated with fake sweetness.

Gil cleared his throat. "Ahh, yes, the party. No, I hadn't forgot, I just woke up."

"Good. Listen, I have to continue setting up. Bye." And with that she hung up, leaving Gil starring at the phone with annoyance.

"Stupid party." He grumbled as he made his way towards the shower.