A/N: Hey guys! Chicago was pretty awesome but I was really tired each night, so I didn't get a whole lot written – I penned this on the car ride home, but then it got dark, so I couldn't write no mo'. Had to come home early cuz there's a huge snowstorm coming my way. Please enjoy and review!

Las Vegas had been abysmally dry for almost a month, the heat sweltering and bearing down on its citizens. The CSI's felt the brute of this weather, as they were often outdoors to investigate. So was the case today as Nick and Sara collected evidence one afternoon in the desert.

"Call the fire department, 'cos I think I may be on fire." Sara deadpanned, kneeling down next to him.

"Is that because of the evidence or the heat?" Her hunky partner and crush Nick Stokes inquired.

"I'm afraid it's the heat, Nicky."

"And here I was, thinking you were a damn good CSI making some big breakthrough."

"Hey, I still kick ass. Just not yet today." She stood up and whipped some sweat from her brow.

"Nah." He shook his head and smiled. "You always kick ass in my book."

Sara blushed, if that was possible in the heat, and gave a little grin as Nick showed his laugh lines.

"And we're supposed to get six inches of rain tonight. Should help this heat wave."

Sara was still thinking about his last comment and completely missed Nick's weather forecast, a rare lapse in concentration. Most of those seemed to come when she was around Nick, especially on days like today when he was forced to wear short-sleeved shirts, showing off his well-toned arms.

"Sorry, what?" She snapped out of it too late.

Nick laughed and shook his head. He saw her checking him out and he didn't mind at all. He checked her out too but was much more discreet about it.

"You're hopeless, darlin'." He joked in his Southern twang. "I said it's raining tonight. Probably six inches." Nick overemphasized his words and spoke slowly.

"Oh. Great. It'll probably help this heat wave." Sara bent down to pack up the evidence to take back to the lab.

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The next day, the CSI night shift rolled back in one by one, convening in the break room, waiting for assignments. The weatherman had been wrong once again, the sky dropping nothing but more sweltering sun. Sara walked in, trying to enjoy her last few minutes indoors, spotting Nick at the table sipping a soda, with Greg, Catherine and Warrick all around. Without thinking, she blabbed the first thing on her mind without giving it a second thought.

"So, Nicky, where's that six inches you promised me last night?"

As soon as the words rolled off her tongue, she realized what she'd just said in front of the entire lab. Nick looked simply mortified and Greg immediately burst out laughing, throwing his head back. Warrick put a hand over his mouth and Catherine, one over her forehead.

"Oh, God!" Warrick laughed.

Sara's face was bright red and she couldn't bear to look at Nick, who was laughing almost uncontrollably now along with everyone else. Greg was having trouble breathing.

"Okay, that's NOT what I meant." Sara tried to save her dignity, but it was too late. Her coworkers were practically rolling on the floor and she knew she'd never hear the end of it.

Grissom walked in with assignments, oblivious to what hand just gone on, ready to hand out assignments. When he found his team red-face with tears streaming down their cheeks, he immediately thought they were laughing at him. He momentarily glanced down at his fly, making sure everything was a-okay. Check.

"What did I miss?"

The team glanced up, looking pitiful, and tried to stifle their laughter. They'd long sense there was something special between the two CSI's but they were both too chicken to do anything about it. They all wished Nick and Sara would fess up and get it over with. They were meant for each other and the sexual tension was suffocating. They flirted all the time but then would deny it later, saying it was just friendly banter. Yeah. And your mother is a koala bear.

"Maybe you should ask Sara." Warrick smirked, referring to the still pink-faced woman hiding her face. He received a death glare.

Grissom decided to brush it off.

"Anyways. Assignments. Cath, you and Warrick have a suspicious death at the Bellagio. Greg, you're with me – two db's out near Henderson. Sara and Nick – you're at a residence off of Paleirmo."

"I don't know if that's a good idea." Greg teased, as they all got up to go to their various assignments.

Nick grabbed his shoulders and pretended to knee him in the groin.

"Careful, you might give Sara impure thoughts." Cath teased as they slowly streamed out. Sara gave a good-sport smile to each of them, waiting by the door as they left. Nick, by luck, was last and she didn't think she'd ever be able to look him in the eye again, but his piercing eyes forced her to.

Nick leaned in close to her ear, having an idea of what his proximity did to her.

"I could give you more than six inches tonight if you want."

Sara's mouth gaped on its own accord. What, what, what? Did he really just say that? And what did he mean by 'more than six inches'? Ohhhhh…. (A/N: Sorry. I'm dirty.)

"Call me." He whispered huskily, in a deep, seductive voice, and with that he left down the hallway. Sara peeled herself off the floor at the offer. And she had to work with him all night. He must think he's so good!

"Let's go!" He called over his shoulder.

"I'm coming!" She yelled without thought.

"I don't doubt that." Greg said as he walked by. Nick laughed at the comment but didn't break stride. It was going to be an interesting night if he had anything to do with it.

A/N: So I know Nick is a perfect Southern gentleman, but I had to put in the 'more than 6" comment' anyway. He has some frat boy in him. Hope you enjoyed – drop me a note!