Dance, Dance

A/N: I don’t own “Dance, Dance” by Fallout Boy, but I thought it’d be a good song to use in a sort of… crazy… let your hair down… have a little fun kind of fic.

She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
"A joke of a romantic" or stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's "It can't get much worse."
Vs. "No one should ever feel like…"

Greg stepped into the smoky bar, and the music was pulsing loudly. The green and blue strobe lights played against the walls as a sea of people danced in a mesmerizingly rhythmic fashion. He wondered idly who he’d end up waking up next to tomorrow morning, as he made his way to the bar. Sitting down, he scanned the crowd.

I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by

He ordered a drink, and the bartender set it in front of him on the shiny lacquered bar. He stirred it absentmindedly as his eyes scanned the room. DJ table. Sofas. Lights. Drinks. Women. Men. Dance, dance.

Sara?

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me

Leaving the drink untouched, he found himself suddenly on his feet, walking toward his co-worker. She was dancing… alone. Dancing… that’s a new side of Sara. The music stopped momentarily as he approached her, tapping her on the shoulder. “Sara?” He yelled, over the cheering of the crowd.

You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up its last call
Last resort
But only the first mistake and I...

“Greg?” She called back, as he grabbed her elbow, directing her toward a quieter place where they could actually hear each other. This place just happened to be the restrooms.

“Sara, what are you doing here? I thought you told Grissom you weren’t pulling a double tonight because you were going to catch up on some sleep…”

“That’s what I always say.” She said simply. Was she drunk? Was this what Sara did after shift- escape to random bars and get drunk? It’s not like he could judge her… after all, he was here too.

I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by

“Sara, you need coffee.” He said, attempting to hold her steady as she swayed back and forth.

“I know what I need, and it’s not coffee.” She slurred.

“Sara, you’re drunk.”

“Hmm… that must be why I’m about to do this.”

She leaned forward, grabbing his collar, and pressed her lips against his.

He ended the kiss after a few seconds when his common sense kicked in. And his conscience. “You’re taking advantage of her… she’s drunk… stop it! Stop it before you do something you’ll regret!”

She looked up at him with sad eyes. “What’s wrong, Greggo?” She ruffled his hair. “I thought this is what you wanted.”

Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love

No sooner had the words escaped her mouth, she bent over and threw up all over his shoes.

“Great.” He thought, as she regained her composure, and washed her face in the sink.

“Greggo…” She mumbled lazily. “I think I’m d… dr… drunk.”

“What was your first clue?” He retorted, grabbing her arm and leading her out of the restroom, and then through the club. Once they reached the door, they stepped out into the fresh air, and Sara seemed to sober up a little bit.

“Did I just puke on your shoes? Oh god, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it… I’ll just… throw them away. Come on, let’s get you some coffee.”

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me

They sat in a quiet diner close to Greg’s house, and he ordered each of them a coffee.

“Don’t tell Grissom.” She said, as she finished off her second cup.

“Tell him what?” Greg smiled, and Sara knew that her secret was safe. “But tell me something… why do you… I mean, this is a side to you that I’ve never seen before. Going to bars and getting so drunk off your ass that you’d kiss me?”

“I kissed you… oh god…” She rubbed her temples. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry… yeah, funny.”

She laughed. “Well I think we… I… should go get some rest. Thanks for, you know… not letting me do something I’d regret.”

“You don’t need to thank me. That’s what friends do.”

She ran her fingers over the rim of her cup.

“Would you mind giving me a ride home?”

Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me

When she opened the door to her apartment, Greg expected her to thank him, and go inside to get some sleep.

He didn’t expect her to pull him by the collar into her house and slam the door behind them.

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead

“Sara, you’re still drunk.” Greg rambled between her kissing him and them both stumbling through her hallway.

“I’m perfectly sober.”

“Oh really? What’s the square root of sixty four?”

“Eight. Now shut up and take your clothes off.”

Dance this is the way they'd love
Dance this is the way they'd love
Dance this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me

When Greg opened his eyes as the sun shone through the window, he took in his surroundings. This was new. What is this? A purple blanket? He didn’t own a purple blanket. And everything was so… organized. Curtains?

“Where the hell am I?” He thought.

He rolled over onto his other side, and he was met face to face with Sara. She was asleep. And she was tangled up in the hideous purple monstrosity, sans clothing.

Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance

He dared tapping her on the shoulder. “Sara? Sara?”

She opened her eyes, blinking as they adjusted to the sunlight. “Greg? Ah, my head hurts…”

She sat up, pulling the blanket around her.

“Hangover.” He said, getting out of bed and pulling his clothes on.

She nodded in understanding. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything. You regret what happened, you drink some more coffee, go to work, life goes on. I’ll live.”

“I don’t regret last night.”

He raised an eyebrow.

It was silent for a few minutes.

“Wanna know something?”

“Hmmph?” He mumbled, as he put his shoes on.

“I only went to that bar last night because I heard you say earlier that you were going there. And when you didn’t show up for a while… I kind of got depressed… and had a few… okay, more than a few drinks… pretty stupid of me, huh?”

He smiled at her, and shook his head. “If you wanted to see me outside of work, all you had to do was say the word.”

She got out of bed, heading toward the bathroom. “I’ll remember that.”