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It had been two weeks since Sara had been declared cancer free. Nick couldn't be happier with how things had been going. He'd finally taken Sara on their 'first date', officially. He'd taken her to the top of the Stratosphere, and, with Vegas below them, they had shared their official 'first kiss'.

Sara had gone back to work, and had been greeted by an over exuberant Greg by an enormous hug. Nick had hugged her as well, keeping the intimacy subtle. No one knew that he and Sara we dating, except for Warrick, who had guessed the moment Nick had walked into work wearing a smile the size of Texas. Even Catherine managed to give her a welcoming hug, and when it finally came down to everything, only the stoic Gilbert Grissom hadn't given her a hug. Not that she had expected it.

When Catherine suggested they all go out one night before work, Nick thought it would be a good idea. They rarely did things as friends anymore and all going out for dinner and a bit of clubbing seemed like a good idea. They had lost the good team spirit they once had all adorned, and Nick, for one, missed it.

They were all in for it except for Grissom. But after a bit of coaxing from Catherine, he had agreed, rather begrudgingly, to come, although he had said, "Don't expect me to dance, though."

So that's where Nick was now, sitting inside the All You Can Eat Chinese Restaurant Greg had so thoughtfully chosen. Only he, Catherine, Warrick, and Greg had arrived. Nick had agreed to meet Sara there, realizing that showing up with her would definitely throw massive hints that they were together, and they weren't ready to tell everyone yet. Grissom wasn't there as well, but as Catherine had so kindly told him that morning, if he didn't show up, they were coming to his house and dragging him out. He'd be showing up, all right.

"So why here, Greg?" Catherine asked. Greg looked excited and pointed at the menu.

"Read it, Cath! All.You.Can.Eat! For $12!"

Warrick shrugged, and Catherine gave a laugh. Nick kept glancing at the door, waiting for Sara to arrive, and within the next couple of minutes, she did. She door blew open, and she walked inside. Nick's jaw dropped when he saw her, as did Greg's. She wore a tiny denim skirt, showing off her long legs, and a halter-top that showed an obscene amount of cleavage. Her hair lay in curls, framing her face. She grinned rather nervously at Nick, and sat down besides him.

"I, uh, think you left your clothes at home," came Greg's choked voice from behind Nick. She smiled at him sweetly, and turned to face the rest of the table. Warrick's grinned at her.

"You look hot, girl," he said. She smiled sheepishly. Sara wasn't used to getting so many compliments. Catherine also eyed Sara approvingly.

"You look great," she commented, then gestured towards the door.

"When is Gil going to get here?"

"Yeah, I'm starving!" Greg complained. Warrick gave a laugh, and, as everyone was distracted, Nick leant over to Sara, whispering in her ear.

"You look beautiful."

She blushed, and he ran his hand along her thigh reassuringly. Suddenly Grissom appeared, and he quickly removed his hand.

"Gil, you're finally here," Catherine commented. He sat down besides Sara, and Greg sat up.

"So we can finally eat?"

Catherine nodded, and he bounded off. Soon everyone joined him, eating as much food as they could handle. And the drinks.

Everyone started off with a glass of wine, but as the night progressed, Sara continued to drink. By the time they had finished eating, she had drunk 5 glasses of wine, and was extremely tipsy. She was giggling loudly and getting looks from the other patrons for being so loud. Nick was slightly concerned that she was drinking so much, but she was having fun, so he let it be.

But it was when she started to hang herself across Grissom that Nick began to become frustrated.

She put her hand on his shoulder, leaning over to whisper in his ear. Her other hand was on his chest, her breasts pressed against his shoulder. Grissom didn't look that uncomfortable with the situation, surprisingly, causing comments from Catherine and Greg. Warrick shot concerned looks at Nick, who was trying hard to remain calm.

"Your name is Gil Grissom," Sara was giggling into Grissom's ear. "G.G," she laughed. "I'm S.S. How funny!"

Her hand moved up to his beard, running her fingers along the fine bristles. Nick stood up.

"Let's get out of here."

They all stood up, including Grissom, who pulled Sara up as well. Nick, however, pulled Sara to him, wrapping his arm around her waist to steady her. No one seemed to notice as they all got out the right amount for the bill, before making their way out of the restaurant.

They started heading down the road to the club. Sara had since wiggled free of Nick's grasp, and was stumbling down the street a few meters ahead of the rest of the gang.

He couldn't explain Sara's actions. What had gotten into his beautiful level headed Sara?

They made it to the nightclub within a few minutes, as it was only a short distance from the Chinese Restaurant. They all made their way inside. Loud, pumping music immediately insulted their ears, and Catherine dragged Warrick onto the dance floor that was crowed with people. Nick glanced over to Sara, and saw that she had already made her way over to the bar with Greg and Grissom. He followed them over, where Sara and Greg were taking shots. Grissom was sitting stiffly besides them, looking extremely out of place.

"Another?" Greg asked an already extremely intoxicated Sara. She grinned.

"Shoot me up!"

Before she could grab the alcohol filled glass, Nick pulled her up.

"Let's dance," he said firmly. Dragging her into the middle of the dance floor, he placed his hands on her hips, and started to move against her. She eventually started to loosen up, and soon they were moving in union.

Her eyes were focused on him, and he brushed her hair behind her ear. She grinned, and leaned in to kiss him. But out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of strawberry blonde hair, and instinctively pushed her away, thinking it was Catherine. She looked crushed.

"Sara…" he started, but the source of the hair came into view, and it wasn't Catherine. The young college student came towards Nick, ignoring Sara, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Dance with me," she said seductively, and trailed her fingers down his chest. He was momentarily shocked, and his eyes locked with the pretty blonde. And in that second, Sara was gone.

The girl moved her head to the crook of Nick's neck, and started licking his skin. He tried to push her away, but her grip was firm, and he didn't want to hurt her. He'd already hurt one person tonight.

She started to move her hips against his, and he could feel his body responding. He couldn't do this. A dance was well and good, but dry humping on the dance floor with his girlfriend nearby was a definite no-no.

"Look, I can't do this!" Nick said angrily, and she pulled back, her face showing disgust, before stalking off. He took a moment to compose himself, before moving his way through the crowed to find Sara. It didn't help that young women kept throwing themselves at him, begging to dance. By the time he had made his way out of the crowed section of floor, he was extremely frustrated and concerned. He glanced around. Greg was still seated at the bar, and Catherine and Warrick had joined him. Where was Sara?

He walked up to his three coworkers at the bar. "You seen Sara?"

Catherine and Warrick shook their heads, but Greg gestured across the room, to a small fire exit.

"She went out there crying. Grissom followed her."

Nick's heart gave a painful tug at the mention of Sara crying, and made his way across the room found the door, which was slightly ajar. Pulling it open a bit, he caught sight of his beautiful girlfriend.

Crying.

In his boss's arms.

Nick couldn't move.

Grissom's hand was rubbing slow patterns on Sara's barely clad back as she sobbed onto his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" he questioned her gently. Nick pulled back a bit from the door, still watching the scenario.

Sara pulled back, wiping her eyes, looking embarrassed.

"It's nothing," she whispered. She looked up into Grissom's eyes, and to Nick's horror, she leant forward and began to kiss him. Grissom stood there stiffly for a moment, before placing a hand on Sara's cheek, kissing her back. They stood there kissing for a moment, before Grissom pulled back, letting out a groan.

"We can't do this, Sara," he said, disappointed.

"Why not?" she whined, and rubbed her hand against his cheek.

"You're drunk, honey."

She ignored him, and pressed her chest against his. He let out another groan, and his hands brushed against Sara's bare hips, making their way up, as Sara whimpered in his arms.

Nick was paralyzed with shock and hurt. She had promised him that she didn't have feelings for Grissom! His heart began erratically beating when he saw Grissom's hands brush against the swell of Sara's breasts.

Pushing the door open, he marched outside, and pulled Sara away from Grissom. He looked mildly shocked and embarrassed, and Sara struggled against Nick, desperate to get away.

"Get your hands off me!" she slurred unhappily. He ignored her, and tried to ignore the hurt and anger bubbling inside him, which failed miserably.

"What were you doing?" he yelled at her. She looked scared, and pushed away from him, stalking back inside. He stood there, trying to calm himself down, ashamed at himself for letting his anger get the better of him. He shouldn't have yelled at her.

Grissom brushed past him, and Nick was reminded of his involvement.

"Stay away from her," Nick told him angrily. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face the younger man.

"Excuse me?"

"Just stay away from her," Nick repeated. "All you do is hurt her, so for gods sake, stay the HELL away from her!"

He saw Grissom's jaw shift in anger, but the older man always kept his composition and didn't show it.

"Why should I listen to you?"

"Because I'm her boyfriend!"

Shock registered in Grissom's eyes, before they narrowed with understanding.

"Well, whatever has been happening between you two, it mustn't be good if she's kissing me."

Nick opened his mouth to continue but Grissom interrupted him, just before he went back into the club.

"Maybe you should be the one to stay away from her."

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