Disclaimor: Yup, it's the same as the first chpt. so just look there.

The whole night shift (minus Sara) was headed down the corridor, with Catherine practically dragging Grissom saying 'Come on, Gil. Quit dragging your ass! We need to get this started!"

Grissom sighed, thinking it may have been a bit of a bad choice to have given into Catherine. At the same time, however, he realized that having a woman's perspective of this was a great advantage. I won't screw it up with stupid guy stuff... well not completely anyway he thought. They reached the break room and she let go of his arm, leaving behind irritated red marks where her nails had been.

"Catherine, if I didn't know any better, I'd say your more excited than me," Grissom stated, rubbing him arm and wincing a little.

"Oh, stop your whining. And of course I'm excited! I never thought I'd see the day Gilbert Grissom proposed," she replied, beaming. She stood there, looking at her best friend as a hue of red started to creep over his cheeks all the way to his ears. He was sort of embarrassed by all of the attention, but he appreciated his friends' help. They all sat down around the table and were about to begin their plannings when none other than Conrad Ecklie stomped into the room.

"What's going on here? This is a crime lab, not some college dorm to 'chill' in. You've all got cases, don't you?" he asked, eyeing them all questioningly. Sometimes, he was such a royal pain in the ass. Even Hodges had said something once, and he was the biggest suck up ever.

"Actually, shift doesn't start for another hour, Conrad. They aren't even required to be here right now," Grissom informed him.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to get a jump start on things, does it?" He smiled smuggly at Gil and turned to look at the rest of the gang. "Willows, Brown and Sanders; I've got assignments for you all right now. Stokes, review the last case you wrapped. Make sure you didn't miss anything, ok?" After a few grumbles and beginnings of protests, the team sulked out the door, assignments in hand. Warrick looked at Grissom apologetically before turning and heading out the door. Greg mumbled 'sorry' to him and left looking like a kid who'd been scolded and sen to his room without dessert. Catherine walked over to Gil and promised that they'd all be back to help just as soon as they could. She walked to the door and turned and waved at Nick and Grissom, then headed out to her car to go to the scene. Well that didn't go exactly as planned, but Nick's still here. Maybe he and I can still get something going Grissom thought to himself. As if he'd read his mind, Nick turned to him and smiled and said, "Okay, Bossman. While all that was going on, I came up with a few questions that might help get this whole thing goin'."

"Alright, questions. Sounds good to me Nicky," Gris said, leaning back in his chair.

"Hmm... ok, what are some of the things you thought of first?" he asked, a pencil in hand and paper in front of him lile he was taking notes in a class.

"Ah... well I thought of leaving a bunch of little notes with riddles... you know, a sort of... treasure hunt. They'd be all throughout the lab, and there'd be clues on them as to where she could find the next one, ya know? And uhmm... flowers! Yeah, flowers.." Nick watched, intrigued by the sparkle that danced in his boss's eye and the boyish grin that sread across his face while he explained all of this to him. Boy, he really does love her. I've never seen him like this. Well, except that one time when he got that new buterfly collection. Nick smiled to himself and kept listening to Grissom go on. About ten minutes later, Grissom stopped talking and leaned forward.

"That it, there Gris?" Nick asked, laughing a bit. He didn't rememeber the last time he'd heard Grissom talk for that long, if ever.

"Mhm, pretty sure... yeah," he concluded.

"Well, that's a mighty fine list we've got. Now I have a question: can you sing?" Grissom looked at his co-worker a bit puzzled; sing? It wasn't exactly a habit of his, but he'd been told he wasn't bad. Nick waited for the question to fully process in his mind and waited for Grissom to answer him.

"Well, anyone can sing, Nick..." Grissom told him, tilting his head down shyly. Sing? He really want's me to sing? Oh boy.

" That may be true, but you know what I meant, Gris. Can you sing?" Nick repeated.

"Yes... I can sing, Nick. But what does that have to do with anything?" Grissom asked, a bit confused on where exactly Nick was going with this.

"Well, I think you should sing for Sara. Chicks kinda dig a guy that can keep a tune. Ever wonder why rock stars get all the girls?" he smiled and winked at his boss, receiving a chuckle from him. Grissom smiled and thought it was a great idea. However, a sudden realization struck him, and the grin was gone from his face and turned to a frown. Well the fact that I can sing doesn't really mean anything if I don't have a song to sing he thought.

"What's the matter? Gris.. hey, what's wrong?" Nick asked, concerned by the look on his friend's face.

"Well... I was just thinking... what song would I sing?" It was true that Nick hadn't thought of that. Both men sat back for a few minutes, pondering on all the songs they'd ever heard that might be appropriate for this. Grissom was stumped, but luckily Nick came to the rescue.

"I know what you could sing!" and with that, he ran to the locker room, opened his locker and pulled out a CD, and ran back to the breakroom. "Here... try... this... one," he said, a bit out of breath, pointing to the CD he'd brought back with him. For a moment, Grissom thought that Nick had perhaps gone off his rocker. Rascal Flatts? Aren't most of their songs about being alone and heartbreak?

Nick saw the look on his face and quickly pointed a song title on the back of the case. " It's called 'Love You Out Loud'," he told Gil, smiling. "I was listening to this the other day on the way to a scene and Sara was with me. I remember her saying she really liked it." Grissom looked up at Nick and then down at the CD in his hands. He knew that this would definately not be easy, but anything was worth it for Sara.

"So, what d'ya say?" There was a slight pause. Grissom stared at the CD for a minute longer, then smiled and looked up at Nick and nodded. Nick smiled and laughed, with a 'yeah, alright!' tossed in there. Before they knew it, they were talking about how he would learn the song and who how he was going to do this.

"I'll help you out, Gris. I know that CD pretty well. I can even play the fiddle," Nick said, laughing. Grissom smiled and then began laughing too. The two men continued laughing until Nick noticed someone had walked into the breakroom. Grissom turned around to see Sara standing there, smiling.

"Hey, I was just coming in and heard a lot of laughing and decided I should come and see what was so funny," she said, holding back a laugh herself. Grissom looked at her and then turned to Nick silently pleading Help me! across the table. Nick got the message and spoke up

"Oh, hey Sara! I was just tellin' Gris here one of my favorite jokes. C'mon, I'll tell ya in the locker room. We've got a case together tonight, so we should go get ready." He got up and walked to where Sara was standing. He hugged her, told her he'd meet her there in a minute and came back over to Grissom and grinned. "We've got to be more careful. She could've heard us and then all this would've been ruined," he said, holding back a laugh. Grissom chuckled and nodded. That was certainly true. The breakroom at the lab was not the most covert place they could've picked. As Nick was walking out, he called back, " Oh, hey. We'll have to work out some time to get those song lessons underway. Catch ya later, Bossman." Grissom sat in his chair for a minute more, then decided to head to his office, where a lifetime of paperwork lay in wait. However, he smiled. Singing lessons. I'm going to sing for her. I wonder what else is gonna come up...

Isn't Nick great? Haha :D Anyway, reviews are appreciated... please? : Sneak peak to those who do!