Title: Sleep Deprivation and Appropriate Resting Places

Author: MissBehaving

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Note: This little fic was inspired by the final scene in Rashomama when Nick Stokes was resting in the break room couch just before IAB arrived.

It was late, or early, depending on how you looked at it. Greg was sleeping in the break room, occupying a stretch of the lounge and Nick was across from him sprawled on his back on the other couch. Sara looked between the two of them and sighed. Her only remaining option for decent rest on a flat surface was the locker room. She wasn't looking forwards to that.

"Sara." Nick's voice was rough with sleep.

"What?" Sara thought he was asleep.

"You think too loudly, c'mere."

"I think too loudly?" she questioned.

He made a lazy motion for her to come closer. Sara did so cautiously. Some of his craziest idea came from when he was sleep deprived and right now he was very sleep deprived.

"Now what?" she asked when she was in arm's length of him.

With one smooth motion, Nick was able to pull her down on top of him. "Shut up and get some sleep."

Sara closed her eyes and settled herself more comfortably on Nick's chest.

And that was how Grissom found his three CSIs three hours later. "Ahem," Gil cleared his throat in an effort to wake up his team.

It worked because Nick Stokes sat up immediately causing Sara to tumble onto the floor and onto her butt. Greg cracked opened his eyes at the disturbance and the first thing he saw was the crotch area of someone distinctly male standing in front of him.

"That's not what I want to wake up to, Grissom." Greg croaked out, managing to sit himself upright, even though his eyes kept drooping.

Sara meanwhile was swearing and rubbing her abused behind. "Jesus, Nicky, if you wanted me out of your bed you just should have said so."

Nick looked much more awake as he made his flirty reply. "Now why would I want you out of my bed when I've worked so hard to get you in it?"

Sara huffed. "Why did you wake us up, Grissom?" Too bad if she sounded cranky, IAB had made her wait over fourteen hours.

"I didn't think that you wanted more questions from Internal Affairs," he said calmly. Then he left the room.

The three of them didn't know what to make of it, but apparently, Grissom had a sense of humour because the image he had captured on his camera of Nick's hand on Sara's butt and Sara's drool on Nick's shirt made the front page of Crime Stoppers next issue.

FIN