Disclaimer: I just don't. No ownage.

Hey everyone! I'd already had Chapter 3 around half-done, and I was so stoked after posting that I finished it pretty quick. Thanks for all of the reviews, and I'm glad you all like my writing style!

And no...I'm sorry this isn't a Greg-is-a-Trannie fic. Though, the Love and a brush with crossdressing might make for an interesting plot...

Chapter 3- Something Strange

"Nick!"

A one very shocked and partially embarrassed Sara Sidle stared at him with her smoky, dark eyes. Nick was red-faced. He couldn't speak, and he sure as hell couldn't explain himself.

"Um…uh….Sara…uh…" Was all Nick could force out of his mouth. He'd just hit on his coworker and lab partner of six years. She was a good friend, a smart CSI, and she was, well she was….

Oh hurt me sexy.

"Nick? Are you okay?" Sara had come to grips with the situation, and seemed unfazed. Her natural curls framed her face, and her smoky, almost catlike eyes drove Nick to a new plateau of lust-filled insanity. She looked surprisingly composed amid the rather…compromising and downright awkward situation Nick put the both of them in.

"Sara…. Wow. I don't think I've ever seen anything…. Remotely close to how you look…. At this moment…. Right, right now? Where did you…? How did you…? You look…."

Nick had finally been able to speak, but his cerebrum hadn't allowed him capability of full sentences. He knew he was making a fool of himself, but he didn't care. His sensory receptors were having a field day, and suddenly his thoughts drove to carnal desire and want.

"What's the matter Nick?" Sara quirked an eyebrow at him as she leaned close to whisper in his ear

"See something you like?"

Am I in the Twilight Zone? Nick couldn't explain a thing. This can't be Sara. I know her too well. The dress, the makeup, even the shoes don't match the guarded and professional science nerd I know. But, I have to admit; she looks like sex in human form.

"You know, I do." Nick smiled with the confidence of his newfound speech. Nick was still bewildered by the course of events, yet the only thing he knew was he needed to know more. Fate had thrown him an opportunity, and he was damn sure going to take it.

"Would you like to dance?" Sara asked him in her rough yet hypnotizing voice. Nick had never heard this tone before in his life, and he swore she was just purring out syllables.

Nick's speech had once escaped him when images of his and Sara's bodies interlocking in time to the rush of the music began dancing through his shell-shocked mind, forcing him to send a quick nod in her direction. Wasting no time, Sara pulled Nick by the hand and led him into the almost-choking heat of the crowd.

There was no question that in the CSI division of the LVPD, Nick and Sara were the most equal partners in the field. Even with conflicting ideas and different positions on suspects, it always seemed that Nick and Sara put their differences aside to work on an investigation properly. They worked completely together, independent yet cooperative. They could survive without each other, but together they were….

Magic is the only word that Nick could come up with as Sara slid up next to him and began moving her hips with his in time to the pulsating beat. Their equality carried onto the dance floor. Instead of finishing each other's ideas and working different sides of the same case in unison, they were gyrating and swiveling like one person. The delectable rhythm had captured Nick and Sara in its wake. Nick's breathing had slowed down as his mind carried him to an otherworldly place where it was just the two of them. No one else was in the room, no one except Sara.

Nick's world almost collapsed as Sara slid down his body with an amazing expertise. Sara brought her body up in the most enticing and erotic roll he had ever seen in his life. Oh man, Nick thought to himself, who knew the diligent lab worker could give Catherine a run for her money in the dancing department? His breath hitched as they resumed their tantalizing dance. Though Nick's body was pressed behind Sara's, her hands had slid back to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. His hands drifted from her hips downward, and he swore he heard a soft moan when his hands brushed across her thigh.

Nick's rationale was telling him to turn back, leave and forget everything about the whole night, but his desire was pleading him to stay. This rare-form of Sara had brought out the savage in him and, scarily enough, he didn't want to change. She was playing him in the way he knew she could, pushing all of his buttons like she always did. He'd felt little flutters of the feeling every time she'd look at him in a special way or shamelessly flirt with him. But, those flutters had grown to full-on tremors of pure want. He was a slave to her ministrations, and she seemed pleased about it.

Suddenly, she turned to face him. Their eyes locked together, and Nick could tell that the feelings were mutual. They were both drifting into a dangerous zone, damning the consequences in turn. Sara leaned in close to him, and Nick braced himself for the inevitable lock of their lips. Instead, she leaned in close to whisper in his ear:

"How about we go to your place?"

Nick shuddered as Sara's tongue traced the outside of his ear and she began to suck gently on his earlobe. Nick was sent into a mind-boggled stupor for the third time that evening, barely able to wave in Jay's general direction as Sara grabbed his hand and led him out of the club. The last thing he saw was Jay jumping around like a maniac, winking his direction and giving him two gigantic thumbs up.

Nick looked over at Sara while he was driving and realized that the moonlight gave her skin an ethereal glow. It didn't hinder things that she was shooting him possibly the most erotic glances of his lifetime. He'd been trying hard to contain his arousal, but if things kept progressing he would be pouncing on her at the next stoplight. The car was silent, as both were afraid to disturb the heavy air of lust. Nick wasn't sure what to say, but by this point he didn't need words, he didn't need anything except knowing exactly what had been lingering in the back of his mind for years.

Nick Stokes always knew that the full moon brought out the crazies, and tonight he was under its spell. It was finally his turn to throw caution to the wind.

So...to answer your question. Yes. I shop in the candy-aisle of CSI fandoms. I loveth me some Snickers. Happy now?

Oh..and I'm wondering if I should continue with the story or not. I have an interesting plot designed, but I was wondering if I should leave the story as is.

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