Hi!!! This story is for everyone who wanted N/S in 'Oh Baby!' I decided to
start it now before Sara Sidle Stokes, Nat, Candace Fabulous and a whole
host of others hunted me down. . .
Also, this story is more or less a dedication to all the women I know who have gotten cancer in the last year (there are a LOT of them, it's actually kind of scary)
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me if it's seen of the show (that's obvious) And don's sue me, Mr. Bruckheimer (however you spell it) I don't have a job, and the best I could do to pay you back is wash dishes for the rest of my life. . .
Summery: "If I have all faith so as to move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing." (Corinthians 13: 2)
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"Hey Sara, how is my lovely lady today?" Nick asked as he stooped to kiss her gently on her lips.
"Alright, I guess," she said doubtfully.
Nick gave her his famous puzzled frown, usually reserved for crime scenes, sat down in one of the hard break room chairs beside her and continued, "What do you mean by the, ' I guess.'"
"I don't know," Sara resonded, "My back feels stiff and sore between my shoulder blades, that's all."
"Back injury from crouching at a crime scene too long?"
"No, my lower back would have hurt."
Nick opened his mouth to make another suggestion, when Warrick, who had just walked into the room beat him to the punch. "Maybe she's hinting that she wants a massage, Nicky. An nice, slow one," he said, moving his hands through the air like he actually was massaging Sara.
"I can't believe that you're still mad at me for making my move before you did," Nick replied with a grin.
"Nah," Warrick replied, "If I haven't gotten over it a year after you both came out of the closet, then I'm insane."
"Good point," Nick decided after much contemplation, "You're not THAT insane. At least not to Greg's level."
"Hey!" Warrick protested, moving to his friend to deliver a not-so-soft punch on his shoulder.
"Children!" Sara called out. "Nicky, I want my massage, and Warrick, if Nick doesn't tear you apart, you can give me a massage too."
"No that's okay. Nick may not hurt me now, but he's going to probably make me go into a sewer to gather evidence to get back at me."
"Thank you for that idea, Warrick," Nick replied with an evil grin. He gently brushed Sara's hair to the side and began kneading the area between her shoulders. He happened to probe a very sore spot. Sara yelped in pain and moved away from Nick's hands.
"See, man, I told you, you couldn't do it right," Warrick joked, "Let the master show you how it's done." Nick moved aside with a grand sweep of his arms. As he watched Warrick expertly give Sara the massage, he did have to admit that the other man was more skilled at this sort of thing.
"Ahh!" Sara cried out again, "What is this? Torture Sara Day?"
Before Warrick or Nick could respond, however, Catherine and their boss, Grissom came waltzing through the door. "And what would our CSI Trinity be doing today?" Grissom questioned pleasantly.
Everyone, including Grissom himself had to have a good laugh at that statement. Greg had, a year earlier, dubbed Warrick, Nick and Sara the CSI Trinity after Nick and Sara began having a serious relationship and Warrick would always be hanging around, like the Holy Spirit (according to Grissom), trying to dissuade Sara from going out with Nick. Now, Warrick said that he had gotten his senses back, and he was sure that he was on something when he wouldn't leave them alone. Unfortunately for the three of them, the title of CSI Trinity would be held synonymous with their names.
"Trying to give me a massage, but failing completely, because they keep pushing at a sore spot on my back," Sara answered with a huff and a glare to the other two in the "Trinity".
"Really?" Catherine asked with concern. She always saw Sara as a younger sister that she had to take care of.
"Yeah. Maybe it will go away with time."
"Or maybe you should get it checked out," Catherine insisted, "I mean, you look a bit pale today Sara. Maybe you're coming down with something?"
"I told you that you shouldn't max out on overtime," Grissom chastised. "Your immune system probably can't cope with the lack of sleep you give it."
Sara opened her mouth to respond, but Catherine, interrupted her. "Yeah, Sara, with you roaming the halls of CSI at all hours of the day, I think you should be called the 'Holy Spirit', not Warrick."
"Hey!" Warrick protested. He turned around to face Sara. "I agree with those two," he said, pointing to Catherine and Grissom, " and I think that Nicky here would love it if you went on vacation with him to some remote area." He added the last part with a wink. His response was to get hit in the arms by Nick and Sara at the same time.
"Yeah, Sar," Nick said, "If Grissom will give us his blessing, I have something I wanted to tell you too. You know, get my two cents worth in."
"Go ahead," Sara replied in resignation, "Everyone else has had a go at me and my habits."
It took a while for everyone to register that Nick had gotten down on one knee in front of Sara and pulled out a tiny velvet covered box. "Will you marry me, Sara Sidle?"
Sara was rendered speechless. She tried to say something, anything, but no sound would come out of her mouth, not even a squeak.
"Just nod or shake your head," Nick suggested, his eyes becoming misty with emotion. It seemed like an eternity (which would be less than a couple of seconds to everybody else) as he waited for his answer. Sara nodded.
Chaos ensued. Catherine was weeping for joy. Grissom was lecturing Sara, who was not listening, on the evils of marriage. Warrick was exclaiming over and over again, "I wish I made the first move!" And Nick and Sara just stood locked in a hug and kiss in the center of all the commotion.
"Hey guys! What's up?" a bewildered Greg asked from the doorway.
"They're engaged!" someone yelled.
"What!?" Greg demanded. He was disappointed, now he was completely out of the running to get Sara's heart.
"Sorry Greggo, looks like you're going to have to find another woman," Nick apologized.
Feeling sorry for the crushed lab tech, Sara asked, "Would you like to see the ring?" in the hopes of making him feel better.
Greg brightened considerably. "Sure."
As she began walking the short distance to where he stood, Sara felt her head become incredibly light and her vision began to swim.
She was lucky Greg managed to catch her and lay her gently on the floor.
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Should I continue with this story?
Please review!!
Also, this story is more or less a dedication to all the women I know who have gotten cancer in the last year (there are a LOT of them, it's actually kind of scary)
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me if it's seen of the show (that's obvious) And don's sue me, Mr. Bruckheimer (however you spell it) I don't have a job, and the best I could do to pay you back is wash dishes for the rest of my life. . .
Summery: "If I have all faith so as to move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing." (Corinthians 13: 2)
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"Hey Sara, how is my lovely lady today?" Nick asked as he stooped to kiss her gently on her lips.
"Alright, I guess," she said doubtfully.
Nick gave her his famous puzzled frown, usually reserved for crime scenes, sat down in one of the hard break room chairs beside her and continued, "What do you mean by the, ' I guess.'"
"I don't know," Sara resonded, "My back feels stiff and sore between my shoulder blades, that's all."
"Back injury from crouching at a crime scene too long?"
"No, my lower back would have hurt."
Nick opened his mouth to make another suggestion, when Warrick, who had just walked into the room beat him to the punch. "Maybe she's hinting that she wants a massage, Nicky. An nice, slow one," he said, moving his hands through the air like he actually was massaging Sara.
"I can't believe that you're still mad at me for making my move before you did," Nick replied with a grin.
"Nah," Warrick replied, "If I haven't gotten over it a year after you both came out of the closet, then I'm insane."
"Good point," Nick decided after much contemplation, "You're not THAT insane. At least not to Greg's level."
"Hey!" Warrick protested, moving to his friend to deliver a not-so-soft punch on his shoulder.
"Children!" Sara called out. "Nicky, I want my massage, and Warrick, if Nick doesn't tear you apart, you can give me a massage too."
"No that's okay. Nick may not hurt me now, but he's going to probably make me go into a sewer to gather evidence to get back at me."
"Thank you for that idea, Warrick," Nick replied with an evil grin. He gently brushed Sara's hair to the side and began kneading the area between her shoulders. He happened to probe a very sore spot. Sara yelped in pain and moved away from Nick's hands.
"See, man, I told you, you couldn't do it right," Warrick joked, "Let the master show you how it's done." Nick moved aside with a grand sweep of his arms. As he watched Warrick expertly give Sara the massage, he did have to admit that the other man was more skilled at this sort of thing.
"Ahh!" Sara cried out again, "What is this? Torture Sara Day?"
Before Warrick or Nick could respond, however, Catherine and their boss, Grissom came waltzing through the door. "And what would our CSI Trinity be doing today?" Grissom questioned pleasantly.
Everyone, including Grissom himself had to have a good laugh at that statement. Greg had, a year earlier, dubbed Warrick, Nick and Sara the CSI Trinity after Nick and Sara began having a serious relationship and Warrick would always be hanging around, like the Holy Spirit (according to Grissom), trying to dissuade Sara from going out with Nick. Now, Warrick said that he had gotten his senses back, and he was sure that he was on something when he wouldn't leave them alone. Unfortunately for the three of them, the title of CSI Trinity would be held synonymous with their names.
"Trying to give me a massage, but failing completely, because they keep pushing at a sore spot on my back," Sara answered with a huff and a glare to the other two in the "Trinity".
"Really?" Catherine asked with concern. She always saw Sara as a younger sister that she had to take care of.
"Yeah. Maybe it will go away with time."
"Or maybe you should get it checked out," Catherine insisted, "I mean, you look a bit pale today Sara. Maybe you're coming down with something?"
"I told you that you shouldn't max out on overtime," Grissom chastised. "Your immune system probably can't cope with the lack of sleep you give it."
Sara opened her mouth to respond, but Catherine, interrupted her. "Yeah, Sara, with you roaming the halls of CSI at all hours of the day, I think you should be called the 'Holy Spirit', not Warrick."
"Hey!" Warrick protested. He turned around to face Sara. "I agree with those two," he said, pointing to Catherine and Grissom, " and I think that Nicky here would love it if you went on vacation with him to some remote area." He added the last part with a wink. His response was to get hit in the arms by Nick and Sara at the same time.
"Yeah, Sar," Nick said, "If Grissom will give us his blessing, I have something I wanted to tell you too. You know, get my two cents worth in."
"Go ahead," Sara replied in resignation, "Everyone else has had a go at me and my habits."
It took a while for everyone to register that Nick had gotten down on one knee in front of Sara and pulled out a tiny velvet covered box. "Will you marry me, Sara Sidle?"
Sara was rendered speechless. She tried to say something, anything, but no sound would come out of her mouth, not even a squeak.
"Just nod or shake your head," Nick suggested, his eyes becoming misty with emotion. It seemed like an eternity (which would be less than a couple of seconds to everybody else) as he waited for his answer. Sara nodded.
Chaos ensued. Catherine was weeping for joy. Grissom was lecturing Sara, who was not listening, on the evils of marriage. Warrick was exclaiming over and over again, "I wish I made the first move!" And Nick and Sara just stood locked in a hug and kiss in the center of all the commotion.
"Hey guys! What's up?" a bewildered Greg asked from the doorway.
"They're engaged!" someone yelled.
"What!?" Greg demanded. He was disappointed, now he was completely out of the running to get Sara's heart.
"Sorry Greggo, looks like you're going to have to find another woman," Nick apologized.
Feeling sorry for the crushed lab tech, Sara asked, "Would you like to see the ring?" in the hopes of making him feel better.
Greg brightened considerably. "Sure."
As she began walking the short distance to where he stood, Sara felt her head become incredibly light and her vision began to swim.
She was lucky Greg managed to catch her and lay her gently on the floor.
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Should I continue with this story?
Please review!!