Title: Untitled
By: Caroline Crane
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG

Tight-lipped smile: check.

Iron grip on her drink: check.

But it was the wide-eyed stare that really gave it away, and Greg didn't have to ask to know what it all meant. He was an investigator now, after all, but more than that, he'd been right where Sara was.

He didn't like to admit it, but there was a time when he'd had the same wide-eyed, terrified reaction to some of the trendier clubs in Vegas. It was easy to forget how little Sara got out, because they all lived here and they saw these places on the job and it hadn't dawned on him when he suggested the club that it she wouldn't feel comfortable there.

Nick and Warrick were oblivious, lost in a heated debate over A&M's chances, and when they started talking point spread Greg just tuned out. Because it was cute watching Nick get fired up about his alma mater, but it wasn't nearly as fun when Greg couldn't shut him up with a well-timed kiss. So he let his gaze wander over the dance floor, watching the sea of bodies moving together. He didn't get out nearly as much as he used to, thanks to all the overtime he'd been putting in trying to prove that he could hack it as a CSI, so he hadn't realized how much he missed the lights and the music and the sparkle of glitter on bare skin.

And there was no way he was getting Nick out on the dance floor; he couldn't even get Nick to dance with him in their living room with every blind in the house drawn, so it definitely wasn't going to happen in front of people they knew. He briefly considered going out there by himself, losing himself in the crowd and dealing with a cranky Nick later, but just as he was about to stand up he noticed Sara staring longingly at the door.

Nick couldn't get mad at him for making sure Sara had a good time. It was his party, after all – sort of, anyway – and he wouldn't be a good host if he let her sit there feeling awkward and bored. She just needed to loosen up a little, and dancing with Sara meant Nick wouldn't give him the third degree about strangers with wandering hands when they got home.

The argument made sense in his head, so he reached across the table and tapped her on the back of the hand to get her attention. "You look bored."

"I'm fine," she answered, but he'd known her long enough to know when she was lying, so he smiled reassuringly and nodded toward the dance floor.

"Come on, I'll dance with you."

He was too busy focusing on getting out on the dance floor to notice that the conversation at the table had stopped, but when Warrick stood up and laid a hand on Sara's arm Greg knew he was missing something. Something big, if the look on her face was anything to go by, and he couldn't believe he'd missed that. It had to be the long, miserable hours he'd been putting in, and it was times like these that he almost missed working in the lab, because at least back then he'd never missed the good gossip.

Warrick said something else and Sara laughed, then they were walking toward the dance floor and okay, that had to be new, because even with his schedule he couldn't have missed something this big. He watched Warrick pull her close, watched her look up at him and when Warrick leaned in and kissed her he almost fell off his chair.

"Huh," Nick said from somewhere beside him, and Greg didn't have to look to know Nick was seeing it too. "Wonder when that happened."

"Can't have been long ago," Greg answered. "I would have heard about it. Right?"

"Well you're not around the lab as much anymore," Nick said, hand on the small of Greg's back and Greg tore his gaze away from Sara and Warrick to find Nick grinning at him. "One of the drawbacks of working in the field, the grapevine doesn't always reach that far."

"Yeah, but this…I would have heard about this." He was sure of it. And if it turned out that Hodges knew before him, he was going to hurt somebody.

"The real question is, does Grissom know?"

Greg shrugged and leaned back into Nick's hand, letting the pressure of his fingers warm Greg's skin through his shirt. "Doubt it. He's always the last to know this stuff. But at least people will stop talking about us now."

"Wait, people talk about us?" Nick said, brow furrowed in that expression that made it almost impossible for Greg not to lean forward and kiss him.

"Guess you were out in the field when that one hit the grapevine." Greg grinned and stood up, reaching for his wallet and dropping a few bills on the table. "Come on, I'll tell you all about it when we get home."

"Shouldn't we tell them we're leaving?" Nick asked, gesturing toward the dance floor where Sara and Warrick were…yeah, still kissing.

"Something tells me they won't even notice," Greg answered, hand on Nick's back to steer him toward the door.