Huge thanks to everyone who has reviewed and to Marlou and Mossley for beta-ing

Chapter Six

"We found em," Nick called behind him before taking a tentative step forward. "I'm Nick Stokes, we're here to rescue you."

"Nick, that sounded so cool man," Greg grinned as he turned to face the women in the room. "I think this is where you should say 'Aren't you a little short for a storm trooper'"

Tripple Pirouette stood up shakily and stepped closer to Greg before putting a hand dramatically over her brow. "I feel faint, catch me."

Greg reached out and caught her quickly, holding her close as she slowly opened her eyes. "I'm Lauren by the way."

"Hi Lauren," he grinned.

Jane Moss moved towards them and tapped Greg on the shoulder. "Hi, I just want to tell you that I love your hair."

"Really?" he grinned, "I love yours too, great style."

"Thanks, I like to be different." Turning her head slightly, she smiled brightly towards Nick. "Hi Nick."

"You're not a N/S author are you?" he whispered worriedly, "Or a Gr/N author?"

"ME?" Jane Moss gasped. "Nope, we're G/Sers all the way."

"Cool," he nodded, his Texan smile causing a few of the authors to lose their breath. "We're here to take you home."

"Oh I can't wait to get back," Tripple Pirouette whispered into Greg's ear as she stood up to slide an arm through his.

"Well, we'll get you there as soon as we can," he smiled.

"I meant to say I can't wait to get you back home," she told him, winking.

The door pushed open further to reveal Warrick and Catherine, which stirred more than a whispered gasps through the room. Catherine looked at the dozen sets of eyes that were trained on the man beside her and moved a little closer to him.

"Is everyone okay?" Warrick asked quickly, scanning the room for anyone who appeared to be injured.

"We're great, thanks," Marlou nodded, speaking for the crowd.

When Grissom and Sara came through the door, everyone in the room sat up a little straighter.

Grissom scanned the crowd and made his way over to one of the authors who was slumped in her chair, and reached out to touch her arm.

LSI was shaken awake.  As she came to, laptop sitting in her lap, she rubbed her eyes from a sensual dream of resolved sexual tension, and gasped.  There, crouched in front of her, wearing a midnight-blue shirt that did something no shirt had a right to do to any man's eyes, was Gil Grissom.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice sending a delightful shiver down her spine.

Surely she was still dreaming.  It must have been all that green beer she'd snuck out of the Wizard's private stash that was making her hallucinate, she mused.  And then she saw Sara, crouched next to Grissom, looking magnificent in a silk pantsuit in an ivory hue that complemented her colouring to such perfection.  Her hair fell to her shoulders in a tangle of curls…just the way Grissom liked it.

"You're real!" LSI exclaimed once the cobwebs had vacated her brain.

Her two favourite CSIs exchanged a meaningful glance, charged with electricity, and something else that could only be interpreted one way.

"Ohhh…" LSI breathed out forcefully, "you did it!" 

Sara crinkled her brow in disgust, reached into her pocket and offered LSI a Halls cough drop.

"Are we ready to get out of here?" Nick asked loudly.

"I am ready to leave this place but not before I'm cured, I need to speak in sentences, not the rhyming I've endured. Please tell me this will disappear once we return to Vegas again, so that I won't have to be committed because they think I'm insane?" Catherine asked hopefully.

Before anyone could reply a puff of smoke appeared and Brass stepped out into the room. "Hi kids," he smiled. "I see you've found them."

"Brass," Warrick asked worriedly, you said once we got to the castle then Catherine would be cured."

"I did, didn't I?" he mused.

"Brass…"

"I thought I told you to address me as Brassette," Brass told Warrick quickly. "Okay, this is how it works."

All of the authors gathered around and waited patiently for Brass to speak, but he took a few pondering moments before he said anything. Taking the opportunity, Xant walked over to Sara and Grissom, offering her profuse thanks at being rescued. "If there's anything I can do for you, night or day, please don't hesitate to call me," she said, handing Sara a business card.

"Relationship Counselor," Sara asked with a smile as she read.

Xant paused to look at Grissom before walking away, "Especially you," she said, poking a finger at his chest.

"Uh…" Grissom started, but stopped when he caught the eyes of another author.

"Hi, I'm Sara Grissom, I just wanted to say thanks," she smiled softly as she gazed at him dreamily. "I could gaze into your eyes all day."

"Um…thank you," he coughed, his face blushing redder by the second.

"Hey I have a question," Sara said quickly, looking around at the authors one by one. "Which one's Anansay?"

Anansay silently raised a hand guiltily, "Me."

Sara grinned widely and left Grissom's side to pat Anansay on the arm thankfully. "I can't wait to read Jazzy Lust when I get him home."

"You're welcome, I think," Anansay blushed.

"Okay, if you're all finished, how about we get this show on the road and go home?" Brass told them all with a smile. Pulling open his pink bag that matched the taffeta dress, he took out a pair of sparkling red shoes and handed them to Sara.

"Uh…yeah, they're shoes."

"You need to put them on," Brass told her with a bright smile.

"You have got to be kidding me, right?" Sara groaned as she regarded the shoes with disgust.

"I'm afraid it's the only way for you to get home," Brass told her with a sly wink.

"WHAT?" Looking around the room her eyes landed back onto Brass again. "Why me? Grissom…"

"If you put them on," Grissom told her in a silky whisper, "I'll let you read Jazzy Lust with me."

Without hesitation, Sara quickly dropped to the floor and started to change her shoes to put on the red shoes that continued to sparkle.

"See Sar, they suit you," Nick teased.

"Watch it buster, I'm surrounded by G/S authors here and I'm sure one of them, at least knows a Gr/N author!" Sara warned with a growl.

"Oo, I do," Amanda told them, sticking her hand in the air.

"There, see," Sara told him. "I have back-up."

"You don't play fair Sara," Nick groaned, but stopped talking when Jane Moss pulled on his arm, drawing his attention away from Sara with a warm smile.

Clearing his throat when Sara stood back up, Brass lifted his arm, "Okay, now all you have to do Sara is say…"

"I know, I know, there's no place like home," she sighed.

"No, I was going to say there's no place like Vegas," Brass mused. "But hey, whatever floats your boat."

"Okay, okay…but what about Catherine?"

"Trust me, the rhyme will stop as soon as we leave here," Brass assured, winking. "Now, could you please get a move on because this dress is starting to chafe?"

"Hey, where's Cavallo?" Grissom asked, suddenly realizing that the director was no longer with them.

"Who cares," Greg grinned as he caught Tripple Pirouette's gaze.

"Okay, before we do this," Marlou said, turning to face the group of authors that she had been held captive with with a small smirk on her face.. "My mailbox is patiently waiting for your fics. Whether it's to beta, or just to read, doesn't really matter. Just write, all of ya! ."

Xant nodded enthusiastically as she caught Warrick's eye and let out a low growl. "See you around, tiger," she said with a wink.

Warrick gulped visibly, a rosy flush creeping its way up his cheeks. Averting his eyes, he turned his attention back to Catherine just in time to see the heat in her eyes.

"Okay, are we all ready?" Sara asked. "Is everyone here?"

"Hold on, I'll find the list," Grissom offered as he pulled the sheet of paper from his pocket. "Burked?"

"Yeah?"

"Oh good, you're here," he smiled and went to the next on the list. "Mossley?"

"I'm here too."

"IrishDachsie, Laredo Grissom?"

"Yep, both here," they chorused.

"LSI, Xant," he gulped when he saw the next name on the list, "Anansay?"

"Yep."

"Laura Katharine, Hazeleyes57?"

"I have her here," Nick grinned.

"And I'm here," Laura Katharine told him.

"Look let's save time," Sara interrupted. "Is everyone here who should be here?"

There was an unanimous nod. Turning back to him, Sara smiled. "Can we please go home now?"

Taking a deep breath, Sara clicked the heels of the red shoes together and said, "There's no place like Vegas. There's no place like Vegas!"

In a second, the whole place around them started to swirl, plunging them all into darkness which swallowed every sound within.

"I think she's starting to wake up," Grissom's voice drifted into Sara's thoughts and she slowly opened her eyes, blinking away the light as Grissom's face came into focus.

"Oh God, my head," she groaned as she put a hand tentatively to her forehead. "What happened?"

"You passed out and hit your head on the table," Grissom soothed, his hands sliding behind her neck and shoulders helping her gently upright.

"I had this bizarre dream," she whispered, blinking back against the light hitting her senses.

"Easy Sara," Grissom whispered against her ear. "Try to relax."

"Hey guys, oh God Sara, honey what happened?" Catherine asked quickly as she came into the room to crouch down beside Sara's still form.

Sara lifted her eyes to Catherine and reached out to pull her into a quick embrace. "You're cured," she gasped in a delighted whisper.

"Cured?" Catherine asked when she pulled back to look down into her friend's eyes.

"You were rhyming, I'm so glad we managed to stop it," Sara told her with relief.

"Rhyming?" Catherine asked quickly. "Honey, are you okay?"

"I'm taking her home Catherine," Grissom told her, grasping Sara's shoulders gently as he helped her to her feet.

"Oh thank God," Sara gasped when she caught sight of her feet.

"What?" Grissom asked urgently. "Are you okay?"

"They're gone," she beamed.

"Uh Sara, your feet are still there," Grissom told her worriedly.

"Not my feet," she chuckled, holding a wobbly foot out so she could show him. "My sparkly red shoes!"

"Okay, now I know you hit your head!" Catherine muttered with a smile.

"Did I?"

"Did you what?" Grissom asked softly.

"Did I what, what?" Sara asked him in confusion.

Despite the situation, Grissom found himself chuckling beside her and carefully led her towards the door. "Let's get you home."

"Don't forget your kit," she whispered loudly.

"Why would I want to take my kit home?"

"Grissom, you promised we could read smut if I put the shoes on, don't tell me you've forgotten already." Sara stopped and watched his face turn a bright shade of red before composing herself huffily. "I distinctly remember you said you'd let me read smut with you!"

Grissom reached up to his shirt and slipped a button free before quickly leading her out of the room. "Okay sara, I'll take you home now."

"And read Jazzy Lust?" she asked hopefully.

"Anything you want," he nodded, picking his field kit up as he walked. Slipping his arm around her waist, he led her out of the exit and into the cool Vegas breeze, his treasured copy of Jazzy Lust nestled safely inside his kit. With a soft smile, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead while leading her towards their waiting Denali before driving them away from the lab and their bizarre adventure in Oz….

End