Title: Homerun Derby
Author: DarkDreamer56
Archive: If you want it, ask please!
Rating: T
Pairing: N/S
Disclaimer: If I owned them, oh the possibilities…
Spoilers: None that I can really think of.

A/N: This is just a little piece I've had in mind for awhile, and I've finally been inspired to sit down and finish it. It's very fluffy, a probablya little bit cheesy too.Most likely this isgoing to have one more chapter, and I'm almost finished with the second. It's rated T (pg-13) for now, but it might be raised to M (R) in the second chapter; it depends on the mood I'm in when I finish writing. Enjoy!


As Nick drove away, shouts of, "We'll kick your asses next year," rang in his ears. He rolled his eyes and laughed, before glancing over at his passenger seat.

"Only if half of graveyard or swing shift transfers to days," Sara replied with a laugh of her own, as she fastened her seatbelt.

"Nah, I think we'd just have to bench you and Cath next year."

"Aw, Nick, I'm so proud of you, able to admit that your female co-workers are the superior athletes."

Nick raised his eyebrows and smirked as Sara patted his shoulder jokingly. "I didn't say that."

Sara's eyebrows rose to match Nick's, and she crossed her arms over her chest as she tried to suppress a smirk. "So what are you saying then?"

Nick chuckled as he replied, "Well, I have to say, you and Cath definitely look better in cutoffs and tank tops." He winced when Sara's fist came into contact with his shoulder. Nick had forgotten how hard she could hit. "Ow! I wasn't the one staring at your ass."

"No, just the one grabbing it," she retorted, trying to sound mad, but Nick couldn't help but notice the grin playing at her lips.

After throwing the game winning strike, Nick had grabbed Sara, threw her over his shoulder and ran the bases, hooting and hollering, to the amusement of the rest of the team. She didn't exactly mind having Nick's hand on her butt, but that was something she'd never let him know.

"Sorry about that," he apologized sheepishly, "I guess I just got a little excited." Part of him wasn't exactly sorry he had grabbed her, and from the way Sara was laughing next to him, he figured she wasn't really bothered by it either. He just wasn't sure whether that was a bad thing, or a good thing.

"You do realize that you are one of the few people that could get away with that, without losing a finger or two, right?"

"Must be my charming good looks. Or my hospitable southern charm."

"Nah, more like your cute ass," Sara quipped back. She had missed the playful flirting between herself and Nick. In fact, she had missed just hanging out with since he had been moved to swing shift, so she had been happy when he had offered to pick her up for the lab's annual softball game. "But the southern charm does have its benefits too."

Nick blushed as he let out a deep chuckle. It had been awhile since he and Sara had spent time together, bantering back and forth. "Well, thank you, ma'am," he drawled, "and I'm gonna have to return the compliment."

"Drive Cowboy," Sara commanded with a giggle as Nick drove the familiar route to Sara's apartment, navigating around the Saturday afternoon traffic.

"So that was a pretty impressive catch you made, Sar. Of course, it would have been more impressive if you would have been able to stop, and not run into Greg."

"Hey, I still held onto the ball," Sara defended, poking him in the side, "and besides, Greg didn't seem to mind."

"Sar, there wasn't a man on that field who would have minded being straddled by Sara Sidle. Hey, don't get mad at me," he added when he noticed the glare on her face out of the corner of his eye, "I'm just being honest. And I'm not going to be the one going around the lab, bragging about getting to third base with you."

Nick watched her face redden in hue, and let out a chuckle as she groaned and banged her head on the glass of his passenger side window. "He's going to, isn't he? And it's too late to kill him too…"

"Yeah, you could have hidden the evidence if there hadn't been so many witnesses," Nick agreed. There was no way Greg was going to keep the incident to himself, and knowing him, Greg would leave out the not so minor detail that Sara had knocked into him and fallen over at third base. "But count me in if you decide to go through with it anyways. Or if you decide to give a repeat performance. Ow! What is with you being so violent today?" Nick pouted as he rubbed his shoulder, where Sara's fist had now made contact twice.

She smirked and patted him on the knee. "Aw, poor baby, do you want me to kiss it and make it all better?" she teased.

"Well, if you're offering…" Nick shot back, wondering exactly how far he could go before getting hit again. Sara rolled her eyes and directed her attention outside, leaving Nick silent for awhile.

As he was turning down her street, he couldn't resist one more jab. "You know, it wasn't a coincidence that we were getting creamed until you and Cath decided to take your jerseys off." That definitely earned him another slap on the arm.

"And here I thought that you were more mature than Greg. I bet when you spread the highlights of the game, you'll leave out that it was hotter than hell, and we had tank tops on underneath. My God, I work with a bunch of horny teenage boys. What has gotten into you today?"

"Hey, it's not like I see you all the time anymore, gotta make up for lost time Sar."

"Well, you're just lucky," Sara informed him with a smile as he pulled up in front of her apartment building.

"I know, I know…not too many people could get away with the stuff I do…"

"Damn straight," she replied with a sigh, leaning her head against the seat.

Nick was suddenly worried that he'd pushed too far. "Hey, everything okay? I mean, if I crossed the line…"

Sara looked at him with an amused smile. "It's funny it took you this long to think you crossed a line, but no. I'm just trying to psych myself up to go inside." When she saw the confused look on Nick's face, she clarified. "The air conditioning is out in my building."

"Well, wanna spend the day with me?" The prospect of spending the day with Sara appealed to Nick, but he hoped he didn't appear too eager, especially with all the comments they had been throwing back and forth the entire car ride.

"I'd love to, but I think you'd appreciate my company more if I'd already showered." Sara gave him a lopsided smile and started to open the door, but Nick reached over to stop her.

"Come on, run upstairs, grab a change of clothes, and you can shower at my place. We'll get take out, watch some movies, enjoy the air conditioning. Hell, I'll even let you ogle my ass," Nick replied with a grin, hoping he hadn't laid it on too thick.

Sara rolled her eyes again, but was intrigued by the proposition. She had enjoyed the car ride home, and the offer to extend their time together was tempting. Spending the day with her gorgeous friend in his air conditioned house sounded a lot better than spending her day frustrated, in the stifling heat of her apartment, reading forensics journals.

She grinned. "Give me five minutes, I'll be right back."

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