Author's Note: Eep! Over eighty reviews! -Dies and goes to heaven, leaving all readers very angry-. I'm going to keep on trying my hand at a real case, but I'm not entirely sure how well it will work out…Let me know what you think in a review!

To Allie: I never really saw Nick and his dad as very close. I can see how other people would think that, but I just don't see it myself. Like I said, I try, as far as humour goes. And, one last thing, if you keep reviewing, I'll keep responding. (And I love my penname too!)

To jd: That's kind of my first real cliffhanger, glad you enjoyed! Also, the time stamp on the email I got said 4:49 AM! What the heck were you doing up at 4:49 reading FanFiction? (Not that I don't do it too…-cough-)

To MollyMKS: Thanks for reviewing. It's true though. If I could get my hands on George, I couldn't get them off. And I definitely shall keep updating, as long as everybody keeps reviewing!

Spoilers: 'Grave Danger' (aren't they all?)

Disclaimer: I-ay ant-way o-tay own-ay ut-bay I-ay ever-nay ill-way. Adly-say. Also, I stole a line from Ocean's Eleven. Also not mine.

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Nick was mumbling something in Spanish that Sara didn't understand. She dropped the evidence bag she'd wanted to show him and ran over to him, clutching his shoulders and whispering, "It's okay, Nick, it's okay."

She helped him stand up and get up the stairs. Now he was crying, but the Spanish had stopped. Shoulders shaking, they sat down on the front porch and Sara let him breathe a few deep breaths before the crying stopped abruptly. Rubbing his back, she said, "Shhh. It's okay, it's okay…"

"No, it's not okay!" he said angrily, between shaky breaths. "It's not okay that I can't even do my job! It's not okay to not be able to go into the basement, and it's not okay that I can hardly go into Grissom's office without shuddering when I see the bugs."

"Nick, I'm sorry about sending you down there. I just didn't even think about it. I didn't mean to-"

"It's not your fault," he interrupted. "I guess I should just…get over it." He was about to stand up.

"Nick…what happened to you was awful. The way I see it, some things you will never get past, so the next best thing you can do is get away."

This started him crying all over again, Sara rubbing his back and soothing him. Finally, when he'd finished, he said, "You must think I'm a big baby for crying so hard."

"Not at all," she reassured, smiling gently. "I've actually always admired a man who could cry."

"Really?" he asked, his voice cracking, eyes wet.

"Really." She leaned over to kiss him.

"Tell that to my father," he said wryly, after they'd broken the kiss.

Sara knew that that was a sensitive topic. Wanting to change the subject, she asked, "How about I take downstairs?"

"Thanks," he said sincerely. Another quick kiss, and she stood up, dusted herself off, and went inside the house.

Nick sat for a minute longer, regaining his composure, before he followed suit.

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The crime scene was just over five weeks old, and the bad ventilation combined with four bodies and a nearly record-setting heat wave made the smell almost unbearable.

There were two bodies in the basement, one on the main floor, and one on the top floor. Bodies one, two, and three, all male, had obviously died of gunshot wounds, but body four, which was female and in the basement, had no blood around it at all. This set Sara into thinking it might have been murder-suicide, because there was absolutely no sign of forced entry. Since body four appeared to have vomited, she was thinking that it was likely that she'd shot the other three, then overdosed on something, probably Tylenol, considering the nearby empty bottle. She swabbed the female's hands, planning to test for GSR.

Now, dusting for prints, she found several complete prints and even more partials. She lifted them all expertly, then went upstairs to tell Nick what she'd found.

Nick hadn't had much luck with his body on the second floor. The ventilation was much better on the top floor, which made it harder to collect prints. Since fingerprints were only body oils, they did eventually evaporate, so it was only in a few choice spots that he was able to recover anything. He came up with two completes and five partials, but that was all that was usable. Everything else was either too far gone or smudged.

"Let's take this back to the lab. Apparently they've updated a bit since Grissom last came up here," Sara said.

"That's good. Otherwise we'd have to send all of this back to Las Vegas. What a nightmare," Nick said.

"You're telling me. Apparently, they even have a real coroner now. You heard, right?" she asked.

"Heard what?" he asked.

"Last time Grissom was up here, the closest thing they had to a coroner was a vet," she mused.

"They had a vet release a scene?" he asked incredulously.

"Sure did."

Nick whistled. "That's dangerous."

"Yeah. Well, let's get going. Are you done here?"

"Just let me double check, and we'll be on our way." They'd been there for almost seven hours, and both of them were looking forward to a lemon shower. The coroner was right behind them, ready to cart the bodies back to the outdated, but existent, morgue.

Getting back into the Denali, Sara driving, they went to the closest, actually, the only general store to pick up some lemons. Nick was about to get out to go in, but Sara protested, saying that she'd rather.

When she came out, she was holding an opaque bag that obviously had some lemons in it, but it was clear to Nick that there was something else inside, although he couldn't tell what. He decided not to press the matter, since he'd obviously see it when they got back to the cabin they were renting for the few days they knew they'd be there.

-------------------------------------------Later that evening-------------------------------------------

Over supper, Sara suggested spontaneously, "Let's play Twenty Questions."

Nick chuckled and said, "Why?"

"Just because I want to. Please?" she asked, giving her best puppy dog look.

"Okay. I'll go first." He thought for a second. "Got it."

"Am I an animal?"

"Yes. Nineteen."

"Am I alive?"

"Yes. Eighteen."

"Evel Kneivel," she said, quickly, hardly having to think about it.

"Wow, you're good at this," he remarked.

"Thanks," she replied, mouth full of asparagus. "My turn…okay."

"Am I an animal?" he asked.

"Yes. Nineteen."

"Am I alive?"

"Not yet."

Nick dropped his fork.

She looked up at him innocently. "Eighteen."

"Are you pregnant?" he asked.

"Yes. Seventeen," she answered, not skipping a beat.

His jaw dropped. So that's what she'd had in the bag…

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Author's Note: So terribly sorry about all the cliffies. Wait, I take it back. I love having all the cliffhangers. It's somewhat fun to see you all suffer and beg for more! Review and I might be tempted to continue…