1Nick and Sara were on their way to the scene. Nick was driving while Sara was looking at a map.
"I'm telling you Nick, if you just pulled over at that gas station and asked for directions, we'd already be there." Sara told him.
"Sar, I'm a guy. We don't ask for directions." Nick retorted.
"So you'd rather get lost?" She asked.
"We're not lost. We're just...a little behind. That's all." He said.
"Uh huh. That's all. Don't mind me. I'm just going to shut this off." Sara said as she shut off the radio.
"That was Rascal Flatts! He's like an awesome country singer." Nick pouted.
"He's giving me a headache. Now. Lets figure out how to get to the scene so I can go home, and take a nice long nap." Sara continued to look at the map.
"A long nap is usually called sleep, Sara." Nick smirked at her. She smirked back.
"Whatever Nicky." She looked back at the map.
They were driving for a while. Then they heard a loud noise. So Nick pulled over and got out. A few minutes later he got back into the car with a grim look on his face.
"What is it?" Sara was concerned.
"Flat tire. We must have hit something." Nick just stared at the steering wheel.
"Ha ha. No. WE didn't hit anything. YOU hit something." She smirked at him while he glared at her.
"Alright lets not fight." He was looking through his kit for something to eat.
"I wasn't fighting. What are you looking for?" She reached over and shut off the car.
"I'm hungry. I usually carry a chocolate bar in here." He kept searching.
"Do you have an extra tire?" Sara asked before opening her door.
"That was the extra tire." He got out of the car too.
"We should get walking. Maybe back to the gas station?" She suggested.
"That gas station is at least two miles. Maybe three." Nick told her.
"Well it beats sitting here." She started to walk.
"Technically right now, we're standing." He smirked at her. She just laughed.
They walked for about a half an hour. Then they saw some headlights heading their way.
"We should hitch a ride." Nick suggested.
"Are you kidding?! It could be a killed. Or...or..." Sara stumbled over her words.
"Or a generous person who would love to help." Nick kept walking.
"If I get murdered, I'm coming to haunt you." She joined him.
"Promise?" He asked her.
"Promise." She shook her head.
They kept walking towards the vehicle until it came to a stop.