Disclaimer: Don't own them. Didn't create them. Etc.
Pairing: S/N - Who else really makes sense?
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Shift had started innocuously enough. As Grissom handed out assignments he sent Nick and Sara out to a scene in the middle of the desert. Not that this was unusual; people seemed to have a penchant for dumping bodies in the desert. Brass was on the scene when they had arrived and after the initial scan of the area, the coroner took the body and Brass left Nick and Sara to process the scene. By the time they were nearly done, clouds had started to form in the sky, blocking out the stars. Neither of them really noticed until the first drops of rain started to fall.
The thing with the desert is, when it rains, the sky seems to open up and dump its entire contents. Several inches of rain can fall in the span of fifteen or twenty minutes. Nick and Sara were several hundred yards from Nick's Tahoe when the sky did just that. By the time they made it back to the Tahoe, they were both soaked to the skin. Nick opened the back of the Tahoe they each stowed their kits. Nick climbed into the driver's seat of the SUV, expecting Sara to climb in the passenger seat. He glanced outside and noticed Sara standing in the rain and raised a curious eyebrow. He knew she wouldn't be able to hear him yell from the Tahoe through the rain, so he got out and walked around to where she stood. Her flashlight was trained on the front tire which apparently had caught a nail on the way out to the scene. It was now completely flat.
"Sara!" Nick called to her to get her attention, touching her shoulder.
Sara jumped and looked at Nick. "Damn tire is flat!"
Nick nodded. Water was streaming down his face into his eyes. "I can see that." He gestured toward the Tahoe. "Are you going to stand out here in the rain all night, or do you want to get in where it's dry? There's no way I'm going to try and change that tire until the rain stops."
She nodded and walked toward the door to the Tahoe and climbed in. When Nick had walked back around to the driver's side and climbed in he cursed under his breath. He turned on the ignition to get the heat going and turned the dome light on. He glanced over at her in the dim light and immediately turned away, hoping she hadn't seen his jaw drop. Sara Sidle was soaking wet and sexy as hell.
Sara had worn a white shirt that day and it was completely soaked through, leaving nothing for the imagination, save her bra, which from what Nick could tell, was very lacy.
Sara had noticed Nick glance at her. It was then that she realized what she was wearing. Suddenly she felt very exposed. She wrapped her arms around herself in sort of a protective shield. She glanced at Nick and she noticed how his clothes clung to his well defined body. Damn. Nick Stokes was sexy as hell. Sara glanced away.
Nick glanced over at Sara and noticed that she had wrapped her arms around herself. He raised an eyebrow as water dripped down his face. Sara's rain soaked hair was making her shirt even wetter. "Are you cold, Sara?"
Sara glanced over at him with an embarrassed expression on her face and shook her head. "No, I just didn't expect to be out in the rain when I got dressed this morning." She turned her face away from him, hoping he would turn away and not stare.
Nick looked away from Sara and let out a deep breath. He remembered that he had a windbreaker in the backseat and thought that maybe Sara would feel more comfortable sitting there with him alone if she could put it over her now almost transparent shirt. He shifted his weight and leaned over the back of the seat reaching for the jacket.
Sara glanced over at him to see what he was doing, however, when she turned Nick's butt was at eye level. Sara couldn't resist an opportunity to try and make an awkward situation a little lighter. "Nice ass, Stokes."
Nick glanced back at her over the seat as he finally grabbed hold of his jacket. "Sorry, Sar. I just remembered I had this back here and I thought maybe you'd feel more comfortable if you put it on." He sat back on the front seat, somewhat closer to Sara and held the jacket out to her. A lopsided grin was etched into his features.
Sara wanted to take the jacket, but was afraid of moving her arms, further exposing herself to Nick. She started to say something but then changed her mind.
As if he knew what she was going to say, Nick took the jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders so that it covered her up. He pulled the front of the jacket together. "There, I hope that's better."
Nick glanced up at Sara and noticed her staring at him. The sound of the rain pounding on the roof of the Tahoe was deafening. Their eyes locked and neither of them moved for a moment.
Sara spoke. "Nick." It was just his name, but it was the way she said it.
Their eyes searched each other as if a sudden realization had just hit both of them. Nick noticed Sara's wet hair clinging to her face. He reached over and brushed it back with his fingers. He allowed his thumb to trail down her cheek and wipe away a drop of water as he pushed her hair behind her ear. Unconsciously, Sara licked her lips. Nick glanced at her lips and tentatively leaned toward her. Her breath felt warm against the moisture on his face as he came closer. Sara's eyes fluttered shut and Nick gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. Her lips felt soft and warm against his as he kissed her gently. He pulled back to gage her reaction.
She reached up and cupped his cheek pulling him back toward her for another kiss.
Her lips tasted like rain and Nick realized they were both still dripping. He slid his fingers into her hair and deepened the kiss, parting his lips. They explored each other's mouths as their tongues slowly danced. They finally broke apart and just stared at each other.
Breathing heavily, they both finally realized that the rain had stopped pounding on the roof of the Tahoe.
Nick felt a bit of fear as he looked into Sara's eyes; the awkwardness of the situation somehow more pronounced since the rain had stopped.
A faint curl of a smile began to play at Sara's mouth. Her voice was slightly husky as she looked into his eyes. "That was even better than I imagined it would be."
Nick's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You've imagined this? Us?"
She nodded.
Nick detected a hint of fear in her expression now. A smile began to play at his lips. "Me too."
The fear in Sara's expression dissipated. "How long?"
Nick grinned. "Since the day I met you? What about you?"
Sara grinned. "The same."
Nick chuckled. "Boy, we sure wasted a lot of time. That was three years ago."
Sara giggled. 'Yeah."
Nick leaned over and kissed again her long and deep. As he broke the kiss he raised a curious eyebrow. "So now that we've done everything backwards, do you want to go out sometime?"
Sara chuckled. "Yeah, but first I think we need to change a flat tire."
Nick searched her face smiling. "So we do."
Pairing: S/N - Who else really makes sense?
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Shift had started innocuously enough. As Grissom handed out assignments he sent Nick and Sara out to a scene in the middle of the desert. Not that this was unusual; people seemed to have a penchant for dumping bodies in the desert. Brass was on the scene when they had arrived and after the initial scan of the area, the coroner took the body and Brass left Nick and Sara to process the scene. By the time they were nearly done, clouds had started to form in the sky, blocking out the stars. Neither of them really noticed until the first drops of rain started to fall.
The thing with the desert is, when it rains, the sky seems to open up and dump its entire contents. Several inches of rain can fall in the span of fifteen or twenty minutes. Nick and Sara were several hundred yards from Nick's Tahoe when the sky did just that. By the time they made it back to the Tahoe, they were both soaked to the skin. Nick opened the back of the Tahoe they each stowed their kits. Nick climbed into the driver's seat of the SUV, expecting Sara to climb in the passenger seat. He glanced outside and noticed Sara standing in the rain and raised a curious eyebrow. He knew she wouldn't be able to hear him yell from the Tahoe through the rain, so he got out and walked around to where she stood. Her flashlight was trained on the front tire which apparently had caught a nail on the way out to the scene. It was now completely flat.
"Sara!" Nick called to her to get her attention, touching her shoulder.
Sara jumped and looked at Nick. "Damn tire is flat!"
Nick nodded. Water was streaming down his face into his eyes. "I can see that." He gestured toward the Tahoe. "Are you going to stand out here in the rain all night, or do you want to get in where it's dry? There's no way I'm going to try and change that tire until the rain stops."
She nodded and walked toward the door to the Tahoe and climbed in. When Nick had walked back around to the driver's side and climbed in he cursed under his breath. He turned on the ignition to get the heat going and turned the dome light on. He glanced over at her in the dim light and immediately turned away, hoping she hadn't seen his jaw drop. Sara Sidle was soaking wet and sexy as hell.
Sara had worn a white shirt that day and it was completely soaked through, leaving nothing for the imagination, save her bra, which from what Nick could tell, was very lacy.
Sara had noticed Nick glance at her. It was then that she realized what she was wearing. Suddenly she felt very exposed. She wrapped her arms around herself in sort of a protective shield. She glanced at Nick and she noticed how his clothes clung to his well defined body. Damn. Nick Stokes was sexy as hell. Sara glanced away.
Nick glanced over at Sara and noticed that she had wrapped her arms around herself. He raised an eyebrow as water dripped down his face. Sara's rain soaked hair was making her shirt even wetter. "Are you cold, Sara?"
Sara glanced over at him with an embarrassed expression on her face and shook her head. "No, I just didn't expect to be out in the rain when I got dressed this morning." She turned her face away from him, hoping he would turn away and not stare.
Nick looked away from Sara and let out a deep breath. He remembered that he had a windbreaker in the backseat and thought that maybe Sara would feel more comfortable sitting there with him alone if she could put it over her now almost transparent shirt. He shifted his weight and leaned over the back of the seat reaching for the jacket.
Sara glanced over at him to see what he was doing, however, when she turned Nick's butt was at eye level. Sara couldn't resist an opportunity to try and make an awkward situation a little lighter. "Nice ass, Stokes."
Nick glanced back at her over the seat as he finally grabbed hold of his jacket. "Sorry, Sar. I just remembered I had this back here and I thought maybe you'd feel more comfortable if you put it on." He sat back on the front seat, somewhat closer to Sara and held the jacket out to her. A lopsided grin was etched into his features.
Sara wanted to take the jacket, but was afraid of moving her arms, further exposing herself to Nick. She started to say something but then changed her mind.
As if he knew what she was going to say, Nick took the jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders so that it covered her up. He pulled the front of the jacket together. "There, I hope that's better."
Nick glanced up at Sara and noticed her staring at him. The sound of the rain pounding on the roof of the Tahoe was deafening. Their eyes locked and neither of them moved for a moment.
Sara spoke. "Nick." It was just his name, but it was the way she said it.
Their eyes searched each other as if a sudden realization had just hit both of them. Nick noticed Sara's wet hair clinging to her face. He reached over and brushed it back with his fingers. He allowed his thumb to trail down her cheek and wipe away a drop of water as he pushed her hair behind her ear. Unconsciously, Sara licked her lips. Nick glanced at her lips and tentatively leaned toward her. Her breath felt warm against the moisture on his face as he came closer. Sara's eyes fluttered shut and Nick gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. Her lips felt soft and warm against his as he kissed her gently. He pulled back to gage her reaction.
She reached up and cupped his cheek pulling him back toward her for another kiss.
Her lips tasted like rain and Nick realized they were both still dripping. He slid his fingers into her hair and deepened the kiss, parting his lips. They explored each other's mouths as their tongues slowly danced. They finally broke apart and just stared at each other.
Breathing heavily, they both finally realized that the rain had stopped pounding on the roof of the Tahoe.
Nick felt a bit of fear as he looked into Sara's eyes; the awkwardness of the situation somehow more pronounced since the rain had stopped.
A faint curl of a smile began to play at Sara's mouth. Her voice was slightly husky as she looked into his eyes. "That was even better than I imagined it would be."
Nick's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You've imagined this? Us?"
She nodded.
Nick detected a hint of fear in her expression now. A smile began to play at his lips. "Me too."
The fear in Sara's expression dissipated. "How long?"
Nick grinned. "Since the day I met you? What about you?"
Sara grinned. "The same."
Nick chuckled. "Boy, we sure wasted a lot of time. That was three years ago."
Sara giggled. 'Yeah."
Nick leaned over and kissed again her long and deep. As he broke the kiss he raised a curious eyebrow. "So now that we've done everything backwards, do you want to go out sometime?"
Sara chuckled. "Yeah, but first I think we need to change a flat tire."
Nick searched her face smiling. "So we do."