Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. I'm just a simple fan and writer.
A/N: A Nick/Sara fluff ficlet. No specific time period and not really canon. A look into a morning with the snicker couple. And for those who don't know what a "woobie" is, to my understanding, it's a comfort object. Enjoy.
Ficlet 12: Where's Woobie?
The alarm clock was ringing right in his ear. He reached out to hit the snooze but couldn't locate it, He got up and looked around, still half asleep. When he finally located the pesky alarm, he turned it off. It was 7:30am and he got out of bed with a yawn.
After brushing his teeth and washing away the last remnants of sleep from his eyes, he walked to the kitchen. Something smelled pretty good.
"Morning
sleepy head," he smiled at her voice.
"Sara? Since when
are you an early bird?" Nick stifled a yawn and walked over to
her. She was simmering some coffee.
"I'm
microwaving pancakes. You know the microwave is my only friend. That
and the coffee pot," Sara replied with a smile. She felt him
wrap his arms around her, and grabbed hold of his hands.
"Are
they almost done?" Nick was getting hungry.
"Check the
microwave. It should be close," she slowly loosened his grip. "I
gotta check the dryer."
"You did
the laundry too? Marry me!"
Sara laughed at him, "We'll
talk. I'll be right back." She walked off, heading for the
little laundry room.
The microwave gave off a loud beep, and Nick took out the pancakes. He served them up, and put out the syrup, then looked back towards the hallway. He decided she wouldn't mind if he ate just one...
"Are they
done?"
He gulped piece he had in his mouth, "Yeah. Come
eat, Sar."
She walked in after a while and immediately
noticed the missing pancake. It was not hard to tell; she microwaved
four, and now there were only three. She smiled to herself as she
concocted a little trick she'd play on him.
"By the way, I washed a really raggedy looking blanket you had lying in a corner of your closet. Looks like it didn't survive the dryer. It's totally torn to pieces," she helped herself to a pancake.
"My woobie? You
washed my woobie?"
"Your what?" Sara tried
not to laugh. Her mouth was full and she didn't want to choke.
"I had it
since I was five! It's very... special to me," he looked a
little panicked.
"More special than me?" She
teased.
"Come on, Sara, you know what I mean," he looked
at her expression and she was cracking up.
"You didn't
really wash it, did you?"
"Maybe," she took another
bite.
"Sara, where is my woobie?" He got up and advanced
on her.
"I'm not
sure. You might have to refresh my memory," she starting to get
up, noting that Nick was in the 'attack position'.
"I
think I know how to make you talk," he got closer, his legs bent
slightly...
'He wouldn't,' she thought.
"Nick
what are you-"
Too late! With a mighty leap he tackled her onto the carpeted floor. He tickled her mercilessly, knowing her weak spots.
"Stop,"
she gasped between laughs,
"Where is it? I'll stop when
you tell me," he grinned oh so evilly as she writhed in tickled
agony.
"Alright, I'll talk! I didn't wash it - it's
under the bed!"
He jumped off her and dashed to his room. It was indeed under the bed, safe and sound. Just a little dusty.
"My woobie," he smiled.
He folded it up and put it back in his closet. The top shelf.
"So...
back in your room, huh?" Sara stood by the doorway.
"Yeah.
And I think I'm still hungry," Sara raised an eyebrow at Nick,
"but not for pancakes."
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Like most of my ficlets this is short and a nice suggestive ending. Sorry, but I rarely write more than one chapter. I guess I could... if enough people asked, but these ficlets are pre-written and not meant to be longer than 1000 words. Either way, review and tell me what you think.
