Disclaimer: I didn't create them. I don't own them, but I wouldn't mind
living next door to George Eads.
Rating: Not sure
Pairing: Read and find out.
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It was the first night off that Nick had gotten in 17 days. He was too keyed up to sleep and he didn't feel like going out to a club. So here he sat on the couch drinking a micro brew and watching the Discovery Channel. He took a lot of ribbing for his TV viewing habits, but if truth be told, most of the rest of the nightshift team did the same when they had time. It was a good way to unwind and escape the realities of their jobs. He took another long swig from his beer and set it back on the coffee table. The current program was about the rivers and lakes of Africa. He made a mental note that if he ever could take a few weeks off that he'd like to go visit Lake Tanganyika on the border between Tanzania and Zambia. The wildlife there seemed spectacular. He rested his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.
He must have drifted off because when he opened his eyes, a program about whales was on. He could hear the sound of a downpour outside and mentally offered up thanks that he wasn't working tonight. He reached over to grab the neck of the beer bottle and task a swig. A frown formed on his face. It was warm. He glanced at his watch. 2:00am. He'd been asleep for three hours. He pondered whether he should grab another cold beer from the fridge or just go to sleep when he heard a knock at the door.
He furrowed his brow in concern as to why someone would knock so late. He opened the door to reveal a soaking wet Sara. Her clothing was plastered to her body and from what she was wearing it look as if she'd been on a date or something. He remembered that she also had the night off, she had worked 19 straight days. She looked at him with pleading eyes and then he noticed that she'd been crying. He opened the door wide to let her in. She made her way to his couch, hugging her arms around herself.
Nick walked over, looking at her with concern, "Sara, are you ok?"
She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes, "I've just had the night from hell and needed to talk to someone."
He sat down on the couch next to her and wrapped his arms around her, the moisture from her clothes soaking into his, "Shh, tell me what's wrong."
Through sniffles she tried to explain, "I let my friend Kelly talk me into going on a blind date. You know how you guys are all telling me I need to get out more."
Nick chuckled, giving her shoulders a squeeze, "We only tell you that because we don't want you to work yourself to death. We care about you."
Sara smiled through her tears sniffling, "Thanks, Nicky." A tear ran down her cheek as she continued, "Anyway, this guy seemed really nice at first, he brought me flowers when he picked me up. He took me to a nice dinner, but when we got to this club to go dancing he wouldn't stop groping me. When I told him I wanted to go home, he pitched a fit and finally said he would when I told him I was going to call a cab. He made some lame excuse about his tire being flat and pulled over and started to grope me again. I got out, and walked here."
"Shh, Sara, it's ok. He's not going to hurt you again." Nick pulled Sara against him mentally cursing the jerk that would try this on Sara. He would never treat her like that if he ever had the chance to take her out on a real date.
Sara sobbed against Nick's chest. He stroked her hair. Sara's sobs tapered off to sniffles and she pushed away from Nick's chest suddenly realizing that she had managed to soak his clothes with the moisture from hers. She looked into his eyes with an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry I got you all wet."
He chuckled as he looked back at her, his face etched with concern, "It's ok. But I think I'd better find you a change of clothes and a towel before you freeze."
He disappeared for a few minutes and returned bearing sweatpants, a T-shirt and a towel. He offered them to Sara, "Here, I'm sure the sweats will be too big for you, but they do have a drawstring. I think the shirt might fit you though, one of my sisters left here the last time they were out visiting."
"Thanks, Nick." Sara wiped the tears from her face and headed for the bathroom to dry off and change. When she emerged she noticed that Nick had changed also. He wore a pair of sweats and a gray LVPD T-shirt.
Nick raised an eyebrow at her, "Do you want me to take you home?"
She looked at him with pleading eyes, "He knows where I live, can I stay with you tonight, Nicky?"
He nodded and pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head and stroking her hair, "Yeah."
Sara felt safe in Nick's arms, her hands splayed against his chest. She had often wondered what it would be like to be in his arms because he loved her, not just because he was her friend. She glanced up at him and caught his eyes looking down at her. His arms pulled her closer as he smiled at her. She continued looking into his eyes, searching them. The expression on his face changed, a curious expression crossed it as he tried to read her eyes. Her hands slid up his chest and her arms snaked around his neck. Nick continued searching her eyes, glancing at her lips. A smile played at the corners of Sara's mouth as she cupped the back of Nick's head. His eyebrows shot up, but his arms tightened their grip around her waist. Their faces leaned toward each other. Eyes searching for permission. They could feel the breath of the other on their lips before they met in a soft kiss. They broke apart for a moment, Nick's eyes still searching Sara's. Sara smiled at him and whispered, "I want you, Nick. I've wanted you for a long time." He smiled in return, whispering, "Me too," before taking her lips in a crushing passionate kiss.
Things quickly escalated, and they left a trail of clothing in the hallway as they made their way to Nick's bed, finally collapsing against each other, their legs tangled in blissful ecstasy.
Rating: Not sure
Pairing: Read and find out.
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It was the first night off that Nick had gotten in 17 days. He was too keyed up to sleep and he didn't feel like going out to a club. So here he sat on the couch drinking a micro brew and watching the Discovery Channel. He took a lot of ribbing for his TV viewing habits, but if truth be told, most of the rest of the nightshift team did the same when they had time. It was a good way to unwind and escape the realities of their jobs. He took another long swig from his beer and set it back on the coffee table. The current program was about the rivers and lakes of Africa. He made a mental note that if he ever could take a few weeks off that he'd like to go visit Lake Tanganyika on the border between Tanzania and Zambia. The wildlife there seemed spectacular. He rested his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.
He must have drifted off because when he opened his eyes, a program about whales was on. He could hear the sound of a downpour outside and mentally offered up thanks that he wasn't working tonight. He reached over to grab the neck of the beer bottle and task a swig. A frown formed on his face. It was warm. He glanced at his watch. 2:00am. He'd been asleep for three hours. He pondered whether he should grab another cold beer from the fridge or just go to sleep when he heard a knock at the door.
He furrowed his brow in concern as to why someone would knock so late. He opened the door to reveal a soaking wet Sara. Her clothing was plastered to her body and from what she was wearing it look as if she'd been on a date or something. He remembered that she also had the night off, she had worked 19 straight days. She looked at him with pleading eyes and then he noticed that she'd been crying. He opened the door wide to let her in. She made her way to his couch, hugging her arms around herself.
Nick walked over, looking at her with concern, "Sara, are you ok?"
She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes, "I've just had the night from hell and needed to talk to someone."
He sat down on the couch next to her and wrapped his arms around her, the moisture from her clothes soaking into his, "Shh, tell me what's wrong."
Through sniffles she tried to explain, "I let my friend Kelly talk me into going on a blind date. You know how you guys are all telling me I need to get out more."
Nick chuckled, giving her shoulders a squeeze, "We only tell you that because we don't want you to work yourself to death. We care about you."
Sara smiled through her tears sniffling, "Thanks, Nicky." A tear ran down her cheek as she continued, "Anyway, this guy seemed really nice at first, he brought me flowers when he picked me up. He took me to a nice dinner, but when we got to this club to go dancing he wouldn't stop groping me. When I told him I wanted to go home, he pitched a fit and finally said he would when I told him I was going to call a cab. He made some lame excuse about his tire being flat and pulled over and started to grope me again. I got out, and walked here."
"Shh, Sara, it's ok. He's not going to hurt you again." Nick pulled Sara against him mentally cursing the jerk that would try this on Sara. He would never treat her like that if he ever had the chance to take her out on a real date.
Sara sobbed against Nick's chest. He stroked her hair. Sara's sobs tapered off to sniffles and she pushed away from Nick's chest suddenly realizing that she had managed to soak his clothes with the moisture from hers. She looked into his eyes with an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry I got you all wet."
He chuckled as he looked back at her, his face etched with concern, "It's ok. But I think I'd better find you a change of clothes and a towel before you freeze."
He disappeared for a few minutes and returned bearing sweatpants, a T-shirt and a towel. He offered them to Sara, "Here, I'm sure the sweats will be too big for you, but they do have a drawstring. I think the shirt might fit you though, one of my sisters left here the last time they were out visiting."
"Thanks, Nick." Sara wiped the tears from her face and headed for the bathroom to dry off and change. When she emerged she noticed that Nick had changed also. He wore a pair of sweats and a gray LVPD T-shirt.
Nick raised an eyebrow at her, "Do you want me to take you home?"
She looked at him with pleading eyes, "He knows where I live, can I stay with you tonight, Nicky?"
He nodded and pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head and stroking her hair, "Yeah."
Sara felt safe in Nick's arms, her hands splayed against his chest. She had often wondered what it would be like to be in his arms because he loved her, not just because he was her friend. She glanced up at him and caught his eyes looking down at her. His arms pulled her closer as he smiled at her. She continued looking into his eyes, searching them. The expression on his face changed, a curious expression crossed it as he tried to read her eyes. Her hands slid up his chest and her arms snaked around his neck. Nick continued searching her eyes, glancing at her lips. A smile played at the corners of Sara's mouth as she cupped the back of Nick's head. His eyebrows shot up, but his arms tightened their grip around her waist. Their faces leaned toward each other. Eyes searching for permission. They could feel the breath of the other on their lips before they met in a soft kiss. They broke apart for a moment, Nick's eyes still searching Sara's. Sara smiled at him and whispered, "I want you, Nick. I've wanted you for a long time." He smiled in return, whispering, "Me too," before taking her lips in a crushing passionate kiss.
Things quickly escalated, and they left a trail of clothing in the hallway as they made their way to Nick's bed, finally collapsing against each other, their legs tangled in blissful ecstasy.