Because honestly, I have no idea. ; I got the idea from a Crossing Jordon episode I watched recently. Sorry for any spelling mistakes but I don't have a spell check on my notepad yet So bare with me here.
DISCLAIMER : If I owned CSI Sara would not have left and she would not be with Grissom. Nothing aginst the bug man personally, But he looks old enought to be her father. TT
SPAM #1 : Lunch Time
Nick flipped through the magazine that was laying on the table in front of him, it was a fashion magazine so if he had to guess, Catherine had left it there during her lunch. He had only meant to move it, honestly he had. OR thats what he kept telling himself. But now he found himself flipping through the pages immeresed in whatever writing was in front of him.
And this was how she found him. Hunched over the table, his head resting on his palm and a half eaten meatball sub was beside the magazine in front of him.
Leaning over his shoulder she looked at the article he was reading. "How to pick the right man and stick with it." she read with a chuckle.
Nick nearly jumped out of his skin. Turning around he saw Sara standing next to him her hair brushing his cheek. "You read these things?" she asked moving to the chair beside him plopping a brown bag down in front of her.
His cheeks red the Texan closed the magazine and pushed it away. "No, it was just there." he muttered pulling his sandwich back to him.
Sara gave him a disbelieving look mixed with a smirk. And she continued smirking. And Smirking.
Nick felt his ears turn red as Sara's gaze lingered on him. Turning to look at her embaressed. "What?"
Sara shook her head the smile disappearing as she brought out her lunch from the brown bag she had set down on the table. "Nothing."
Desperatly looking for a new topic other then being caught reading one of Catherines girly magazines, Nick focused instead on Sara's lunch. "What is that anyway? Smells awful." he muttered.
"Tofrukey." The woman replied with hesitation.
The Texan raised an eyebrow. "Totrukey?" he repeated.
"Yea, Fake turkey." She looked at him before holding her sandwich out. "Want some?"
Nick eyed the sandwich with digust. "I'd rather eat sand."
There was silence again in the breakroom as Sara and Nick dug into their respective lunches. A few moments later a flustered looking Catherine came into the room.
"Hey, have either of you seen my magazine?" she asked before spotting it on the table. "Oh there it is."
Sara grinned wickedly as the strawberry blonde picked up the fashion magazine and headed back for the door. "yea, Nicky was guarding it for you." she muttered evily.
Nick sent her a glare silently telling her to shut up.
But the damage had been done as Catherine turned to look at the two at the lunch table. "Huh?"
The brown haired CSI's looked at her in unison each wearing different expressions. Sara looking like she was currently ruling the world and there were people there who were trying to stop her, but the look said she knew she had the power to smite them if she had to. Nick well... he looked like the person going to be smited. Smited by the brown haired somebody who knew something he didn't want the blonde to know.
Sara however took pity on him. "It was on the floor and he knew it was yours. So he carefully picked it up and kept it safe for you."
Catherine raised an eyebrow at her co-workers. "Uh, Kay then..." Scared she made her way ack to her office.
Silence engulfed the breakroom again before Nick broke it.
"What was the cost of that?"
"The next two of my dumpster-dives," Sara started, "Are yours Nicky my boy." She added before digging into the rest of her sandwich happily.
Nick groaned, 'Stupid magazine.' he thought picking up his sandwich, his pride never to be the same again.