Authors Note: This is my first CSI and GSR fic, ever. I've written Castle fic until now. Watching CSI: Las Vegas got me back into this fandom and forced me to fall for GSR from the beginning. There's no set timeline but I would probably put it somewhere in season 5. I love Grissom with a beard! "Rumor" by Lee Brice gave me the idea for this fic. I'm not sure how far I'll take it but here we go.

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI unfortunately. If I did, Lady Heather and about 99% of GSR's problems never would have existed.

… Girl, you know I've known you forever
How many nights we hung out together
Same little crowd, little bar, little town
'Round this old dance floor
My boys are laughing and tap me on the shoulder
Making a motion like, "Could y'all get any closer?"
They wanna know what's up why I'm still holding ya
Even when the song is over

It was the end of a long week and a big case that they had finally closed that morning. Nick had convinced the gang to get together at a bar on the outskirts of the Vegas strip after they all got some much needed and deserved sleep.

Grissom sat in the corner of the team's booth, sipping a scotch and sneaking glances at Sara while she was deep in conversation with Nick and Greg. Something Nick said had Sara throwing her head back in laughter. God how he loved the sound of her laugh. He could listen to it for hours on end. He watched as she brought a bottle to her lips and slowly took a drink of her beer. What he wouldn't give to be that bottle.

Catherine smirked as she silently watched Grissom eyeing Sara across the booth. She couldn't for the life of her understand what was holding him back. It was obvious to everyone in their group that those two were more than a little attracted to each other. She knew Sara had been in love with Grissom pretty much from the moment she moved to Vegas, if not before then. She also strongly suspected Grissom felt the same way but was either too dense to realize it or too scared to give in to his feelings for the brunette.

When a slow song came on the jukebox, Greg jumped up and offered his hand to Sara in a silent invitation to dance. Sara glanced at Grissom out of the corner of her eye before she giggled and took Greg's offered hand, allowing him to lead her to the dance floor. Warrick nudged Catherine out of the booth and they made their way to the dance floor as well.

Grissom continued to sip his drink as he watched Greg slip his arms around Sara's waist while she linked her hands around his neck as they started swaying slowly to the music. Nick looked on as he sat beside of his boss in the booth. He took a large pull from his beer before he finally spoke up.

"You should ask her to dance." Nick smirked when he saw Grissom's jaw tick slightly.

"It appears that she already has a dance partner." Grissom replied as he downed the rest of his Scotch and all but slammed the empty glass on the table.

"Griss, I think we all know who Sara would rather be dancing with." The younger CSI drawled in his Texan accent.

Grissom continued to watch as Sara and Greg danced, seeing a smile on her face when Greg leaned in and whispered something in her ear. Grissom gripped his empty glass so tight that Nick was afraid it was going to shatter in his hand.

Once the song ended, Sara made her way back to the booth and sat down, taking a swig of her beer. She could feel the heat rolling off of Grissom as she silently smirked to herself. Serves you right. Sara thought to herself.

"Excuse me." Grissom mumbled as he got up and headed to the bar.

Grissom took a seat as he waited to flag down the bartender who was busy at the other end of the bar. Catherine joined him, leaning her back against the bar as she observed the room.

"What are you doing over here all by your lonesome?" Catherine questioned.

"What's it look like?" Grissom grumbled in reply.

"Looks to me like you're avoiding Sara. Again." Catherine grinned at her friend.

"Please Catherine, I am not avoiding Sara. I am just getting another drink." Grissom rolled his eyes before giving the bartender his order.

"Oh come on, Griss!" Catherine scoffed. "How long are you two gonna keep dancing around each other?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Grissom avoided looking Catherine as the bartender set another scotch in front of him.

"Grissom, are you really that dense?" Catherine smacked the back of his head.

"Catherine!" Grissom yelped in shock, rubbing the back of his head.

"You need to man up and tell Sara how you feel before you lose her for good. She's not going to wait around for you forever. Get your head out the microscope and take the risk Gil. I promise it's worth it." Catherine replied before she grabbed Grissom's drink and headed back to the booth.

Grissom sat in stunned silence, more so because Catherine smacked his head and then took his drink. He knew she was right about everything she said. He had been avoiding being anywhere alone with Sara for quite a while now. It was becoming more and more difficult to convince himself of why they shouldn't be together.

Every time he was around her, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He hung on every word she said to him. He knew the rest of the team could see it too and he was at a point where he didn't even try to hide it anymore. Sara Sidle was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and she had held his heart captive from the very first moment he laid eyes on her. It also didn't help matters when she wore those tank tops and jeans that looked as though they had been painted on her long legs.

As he sat at the bar watching Sara across the room, all he wanted to do was take her in his arms. He wanted to pull her close and tell her exactly what she meant to him. He had never felt this way for anyone before Sara. She was embedded into his very soul. She was also the one person in the world who held the power to completely destroy his heart. Grissom blew out a breath as he got up and made his way back to the booth. He knew it was now or never.