Author's Note: So I was reading through some old forums online when I realized, I don't know what season or episode it was that George Eads decided to grow the stache (as hot as he is, I honestly don't know what he was thinking. This was a major error in judgement. But he shaved it off, so he's now forgiven.). Does anybody know what episode it was (or episodes there were)? Please let me know in a review! (Of course, reviews for any other reason would be really nice too…)

More creative license taken in this chapter: Warrick is no longer, nor ever was, married.

To nickysbabygirl: you might want to turn up those speakers, because Your Man makes another appearance!

(Spoiler Warning) So, I was just watching 'Face Lift' on Spike, and for the first time I saw the ending with Catherine in the jail with Tammy/Melissa…So good! Sorry, just thought I'd throw that out there…

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: Portuguese this time. (Norwegian last time for those of you who missed that)

Eu faço não próprio aquilo , Eu fazia não criar aquilo , e Eu quero George desesperadamente. Eu faço não próprio Hollaback Menina ou o Cor de rosa Pantera. Eu também não próprio Seu Homem.

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After shift was over, Ecklie stuck his head out of his office and called Nick and Sara, just as they were leaving for the bar.

"Sidle! Stokes!" he barked.

Both turning, Nick replied, "Yeah?"

"My office, please. Now."

Nick called over to Warrick, "We'll meet you there soon." Warrick nodded and led the rest of the gang out of the lab.

Following Ecklie, they entered his office and sat down as he closed the door behind them.

"Are you two engaged?" he demanded. Boy, Nick thought, he doesn't waste any time when he wants to see someone in trouble. Sara was thinking the same thing.

She played Ecklie's card right back at him. "Yes," she replied, not missing a beat.

Ecklie was a little taken aback at how easy it had been to get an answer. It was too easy, downright disappointing, actually. Regaining his composure, he asked, "Will it impact your work?"

"No," they replied in unison. Sara rolled her eyes a bit. Why did he ask questions to which he already knew the answers? Smiling a little, she realized that that was what they did with suspects all the time. Old habits die hard. For sure he'd already talked to Grissom. For sure Grissom had told him that they promised to stay professional on the clock. For sure Ecklie just wanted to bug them.

Changing his tone to what Sara mistook as a more personable tone, he asked, "When's the wedding?"

Sara joked, "Oh, Ecklie. I didn't know you cared."

Back came the man they'd all grown to know and…well, maybe not love, saying, "I don't. I need to know for schedule changes."

Sara, having not missed a beat for this entire conversation, was not about to start. She said curtly, "When we know, you'll know. Friends?"

"No. Now get out of my office."

They scurried out, eager to join their friends at a bar just off Tropicana.

He just stood there, shaking his head as he realized how much like Hodges she had just sounded right there.

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Few times I've been round that track

So it's not just gonna happen like that

Cause I ain't no hollaback girl

Ain't no hollaback girl

Oo-oo

This my shit

This my shit

Oo-oo

This my shit

This my shit

All nine of them were now as drunk as anything, including Grissom. And he was a funny drunk. He kept hitting on Mia and telling tons of really bad bug jokes. Things like, "What did the Pink Panther say when he stepped on a bug?" and when nobody said anything, he'd answer his own joke by singing, "Dead ant, dead ant, dead ant dead ant dead ant dead ant, dead aaant," to the tune of the Pink Panther theme song. Everybody else was singing along (very loudly) to Gwen Stefani, and since Warrick was the closest to sober, he had the little brain capacity to drum on the table in rhythm. After a few more beers, though, that wouldn't be an option.

Everybody was still close enough to sober to be shocked when a slow country song started to play. A stupid grin spread across Nick's face as he asked Sara, "May I have this dance?" holding his hand out to her.

She took it, giggling, and allowed him to pull her up out of the booth that they'd somehow managed to squeeze nine people into.

Pulling her into a dancing position he didn't miss a beat, immediately starting to dance.

Baby lock the door and turn the lights down low

Put some music on that's soft and slow

Baby we ain't got no place to go

I hope you understand

I've been thinkin' 'bout this all day long

Never felt a feeling quite this strong

I can't believe how much it turns me on

Just to be your man

The familiar song overtook them and they danced slowly together. Warrick and Catherine followed, as did Mia and Greg, and shortly after came Sofia and Grissom. Hodges stayed at the table and eventually passed out on the hard surface.

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Nick awoke with the best hangover he'd ever had. That is to say, he barely had one. Sara, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. When Nick woke after her, for the third time in a row, he found her spilling her guts out into the toilet bowl.

He came up behind her, this time making sure she knew he was there before gently placing his hand on her back and rubbing gently.

"Hey there," he said.

She just looked up and gave him a look that said, I just want to curl up and sleep.

Laughing, he said, "Do you want some breakfast?"

"Yeah, actually, I'm starving. I have no idea why. And this puking? It's not from last night. It just…feels different. I hardly even have a headache, which means that it's probably not a hangover."

"Well, what do you want?" he asked.

"This will sound really strange, but fried green apples with maple syrup. Ooh! And some bacon. Lots and lots of bacon."

Suddenly Nick had an epiphany. Sara was a vegetarian. There's no way she'd be eating meat if she were feeling okay. Something was up…

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Author's Note: I considered leaving it there for now, but then I realized I simply love you all too much. And the site is being overhauled tonight. Plus the mother of all plot bunnies came up behind me and grabbed me by the throat.

Author's Note II: When I used the Internet translator to translate my disclaimer into Portuguese, I typed in "I also do not own Your Man." But I forgot to change the language from English to English into English to Portuguese, and this is what it kicked out: "IMMATERIALITY also be in a state not assent Your Adolescence." Just thought you'd all enjoy that.

Author's Note III: I have to go practice piano…