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This is a sequel to "La Vida Loca".
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"Sara, have you seen my black jeans?" Nick padded out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist in search of Sara. He had been about ready to step into the shower when he realized that he wasn't sure if the clothes he wanted to wear were clean.
She glanced up at him from where she stood in the kitchen with her cup of coffee. A smile flickered across her face as she regarded his attire. "Nick, you have four or five pairs of black jeans, could you be a little more specific?"
He flashed her a grin, still amazed that they were actually married. "Uh, any of them actually."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "If they're not in your dresser, they're probably in the laundry." She smiled at him as she took another sip from her coffee.
Nick had always considered himself a neat freak, but after he and Sara got married, he realized that she took neat to a whole new level. She had become fairly religious about doing their laundry and he was almost surprised that she hadn't taken an ALS unit to his condo before she moved her things in to make sure it was clean enough. A sheepish expression crossed his face. "I guess I'll be going khaki then."
Sara looked at his current attire and smirked. "You would raise a few eyebrows around the lab if you wore that."
Nick was a little distracted by the way Sara's pajama top was riding up each time she lifted the coffee cup to her lips and he didn't immediately make the connection. "What's wrong with khaki?"
Sara giggled and set her coffee down, walking over towards him and leaning in to kiss him softly. "I was talking about the towel."
He grinned against her lips and snaked his arms around her waist. "Sorry, I was a little distracted by your shirt."
Sara looked at him skeptically. "My shirt."
He nodded. "Uh, huh."
She pursed her lips trying to suppress her smile. "Well that towel of yours is pretty distracting too."
He raised an eyebrow mischievously. "Really?"
She giggled. "Uh, huh."
"We can't have that, now can we?" He smiled as he let go of her and took a step back.
She looked at him suspiciously. "Just what are you doing?"
His smile widened into a grin as he rested a hand on his hip where the edge of the towel was tucked in. "Just thought I'd try and remove the distraction."
She pouted. "What if I like being distracted?"
He chuckled. "Oh, so now you want to be distracted?"
She giggled. "You're doing a fairly good job of it just standing there."
He feigned a hurt expression. "A fairly good job? When I do something, I want to do it right, none of this half assed stuff."
"Nick, what time is it?" Sara was suddenly aware that the whole reason that they were even out of bed was because they had to work that night.
He waggled his eyebrows at her. "I still have plenty of time to distract you before it's time to go to work."
She furrowed her brow. "Nick, we've been late to work just about every single day since we got back from Dallas and I think Grissom's patience is starting to wear a little thin."
He wore a restrained smile with a hint of mischief. "So, you don't want me to distract you then?"
She chuckled. "It's too late; I told you I'm already distracted by you wearing that towel."
Nick grinned at her and let the towel drop to the floor. "Is that better?"
She started to giggle. "You are impossible."
He stepped towards her. "But you love me." He leaned in and kissed her.
"I do love you." She murmured against his lips.
"I know how we can kill two birds with one stone." Nick began kissing Sara's neck as he began pulling the hem of her pajama top upward.
Sara's voice was breathy as she allowed him to pull her shirt off. "How?"
He slid his hands to her waist and untied the drawstring on her pajama pants, letting them pool onto the floor. He continued kissing along her jaw line. "We'll even save water."
"Ok." Sara murmured in response.
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Nick and Sara were uncharacteristically early to work that night. When Warrick rounded the corner into the break room he did a double take. Everyone had gotten used to the newlyweds showing up just as shift was starting the last several weeks since they'd returned from Texas.
Warrick chuckled. "Honeymoon must be over if you two are here already."
Nick grinned. "We're just learning to multitask."
Sara's face tinged a faint shade of pink as she glanced at Nick and raised an eyebrow in warning.
Nick pressed on. "And we've even figured out how to save water in the process." He was fairly pleased with himself.
"Alright then, I stand corrected." Warrick replied amused at Sara's reaction.
Nick grinned. "The honeymoon will never be over between Sara and I." He turned toward her still grinning. "Isn't that right, babe?"
Sara shot him a slightly exasperated look. "As long as you stop telling Warrick about our sex life, it's a sure bet."
Nick finally registered the embarrassment on Sara's face and became instantly apologetic. "Honey, I'm sorry. I just didn't think."
Sara's expression softened and she leaned toward him. "Just don't let it happen again."
Nick's brow furrowed as he searched her face. "I'm sorry." He leaned in and kissed her briefly.
Warrick started to chuckle. "Nick, man, you are so whipped."
Nick smiled at Sara before glancing over at Warrick. "And enjoying every minute of it."
"Enjoying every minute of what?" Catherine walked purposefully into the break room and headed straight to the coffee machine, trying to hide her surprise that Nick and Sara had arrived before everyone else.
Nick grinned. "Being married to Sara."
"Oh, baby, that's so sweet." Sara leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
Catherine tried to restrain a chuckle.
Nick looked at Sara with an adoring expression. "You're sweet." He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss.
Warrick cleared his throat. "It's a good thing Grissom decided against letting you two work crime scenes together for a while."
Nick glanced up and grinned. "You're just jealous that I'm married to the most amazing woman on the planet."
Sara grinned at him. "I love you, baby."
"I love you too." He reached over and took Sara's hand, kissing the back of it and caressing it with his thumb.
Warrick shook his head in amusement and glanced over at Catherine who was trying to keep her smile restrained. They were all still trying to get used to the fact that Nick and Sara were married.
As Grissom finally walked in he glanced around the room raising his eyebrow curiously as he noticed Nick and Sara already there a good fifteen minutes before shift was scheduled to begin. "Oh, good, you're all here. It looks like it's going to be a busy night."
This is a sequel to "La Vida Loca".
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"Sara, have you seen my black jeans?" Nick padded out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist in search of Sara. He had been about ready to step into the shower when he realized that he wasn't sure if the clothes he wanted to wear were clean.
She glanced up at him from where she stood in the kitchen with her cup of coffee. A smile flickered across her face as she regarded his attire. "Nick, you have four or five pairs of black jeans, could you be a little more specific?"
He flashed her a grin, still amazed that they were actually married. "Uh, any of them actually."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "If they're not in your dresser, they're probably in the laundry." She smiled at him as she took another sip from her coffee.
Nick had always considered himself a neat freak, but after he and Sara got married, he realized that she took neat to a whole new level. She had become fairly religious about doing their laundry and he was almost surprised that she hadn't taken an ALS unit to his condo before she moved her things in to make sure it was clean enough. A sheepish expression crossed his face. "I guess I'll be going khaki then."
Sara looked at his current attire and smirked. "You would raise a few eyebrows around the lab if you wore that."
Nick was a little distracted by the way Sara's pajama top was riding up each time she lifted the coffee cup to her lips and he didn't immediately make the connection. "What's wrong with khaki?"
Sara giggled and set her coffee down, walking over towards him and leaning in to kiss him softly. "I was talking about the towel."
He grinned against her lips and snaked his arms around her waist. "Sorry, I was a little distracted by your shirt."
Sara looked at him skeptically. "My shirt."
He nodded. "Uh, huh."
She pursed her lips trying to suppress her smile. "Well that towel of yours is pretty distracting too."
He raised an eyebrow mischievously. "Really?"
She giggled. "Uh, huh."
"We can't have that, now can we?" He smiled as he let go of her and took a step back.
She looked at him suspiciously. "Just what are you doing?"
His smile widened into a grin as he rested a hand on his hip where the edge of the towel was tucked in. "Just thought I'd try and remove the distraction."
She pouted. "What if I like being distracted?"
He chuckled. "Oh, so now you want to be distracted?"
She giggled. "You're doing a fairly good job of it just standing there."
He feigned a hurt expression. "A fairly good job? When I do something, I want to do it right, none of this half assed stuff."
"Nick, what time is it?" Sara was suddenly aware that the whole reason that they were even out of bed was because they had to work that night.
He waggled his eyebrows at her. "I still have plenty of time to distract you before it's time to go to work."
She furrowed her brow. "Nick, we've been late to work just about every single day since we got back from Dallas and I think Grissom's patience is starting to wear a little thin."
He wore a restrained smile with a hint of mischief. "So, you don't want me to distract you then?"
She chuckled. "It's too late; I told you I'm already distracted by you wearing that towel."
Nick grinned at her and let the towel drop to the floor. "Is that better?"
She started to giggle. "You are impossible."
He stepped towards her. "But you love me." He leaned in and kissed her.
"I do love you." She murmured against his lips.
"I know how we can kill two birds with one stone." Nick began kissing Sara's neck as he began pulling the hem of her pajama top upward.
Sara's voice was breathy as she allowed him to pull her shirt off. "How?"
He slid his hands to her waist and untied the drawstring on her pajama pants, letting them pool onto the floor. He continued kissing along her jaw line. "We'll even save water."
"Ok." Sara murmured in response.
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Nick and Sara were uncharacteristically early to work that night. When Warrick rounded the corner into the break room he did a double take. Everyone had gotten used to the newlyweds showing up just as shift was starting the last several weeks since they'd returned from Texas.
Warrick chuckled. "Honeymoon must be over if you two are here already."
Nick grinned. "We're just learning to multitask."
Sara's face tinged a faint shade of pink as she glanced at Nick and raised an eyebrow in warning.
Nick pressed on. "And we've even figured out how to save water in the process." He was fairly pleased with himself.
"Alright then, I stand corrected." Warrick replied amused at Sara's reaction.
Nick grinned. "The honeymoon will never be over between Sara and I." He turned toward her still grinning. "Isn't that right, babe?"
Sara shot him a slightly exasperated look. "As long as you stop telling Warrick about our sex life, it's a sure bet."
Nick finally registered the embarrassment on Sara's face and became instantly apologetic. "Honey, I'm sorry. I just didn't think."
Sara's expression softened and she leaned toward him. "Just don't let it happen again."
Nick's brow furrowed as he searched her face. "I'm sorry." He leaned in and kissed her briefly.
Warrick started to chuckle. "Nick, man, you are so whipped."
Nick smiled at Sara before glancing over at Warrick. "And enjoying every minute of it."
"Enjoying every minute of what?" Catherine walked purposefully into the break room and headed straight to the coffee machine, trying to hide her surprise that Nick and Sara had arrived before everyone else.
Nick grinned. "Being married to Sara."
"Oh, baby, that's so sweet." Sara leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
Catherine tried to restrain a chuckle.
Nick looked at Sara with an adoring expression. "You're sweet." He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss.
Warrick cleared his throat. "It's a good thing Grissom decided against letting you two work crime scenes together for a while."
Nick glanced up and grinned. "You're just jealous that I'm married to the most amazing woman on the planet."
Sara grinned at him. "I love you, baby."
"I love you too." He reached over and took Sara's hand, kissing the back of it and caressing it with his thumb.
Warrick shook his head in amusement and glanced over at Catherine who was trying to keep her smile restrained. They were all still trying to get used to the fact that Nick and Sara were married.
As Grissom finally walked in he glanced around the room raising his eyebrow curiously as he noticed Nick and Sara already there a good fifteen minutes before shift was scheduled to begin. "Oh, good, you're all here. It looks like it's going to be a busy night."