A/N: Hey this is something that came to me on the tube going to college, not sure if it's going anywhere and it IS a little weird but hey I wanted to see where it took me. Any comments etc? Please let me know what you think!
Ta!
A/N: 12/11/05 Stupid fanfic didn't realise it took my dividers out so this is jsut an edited version with the dividers back in, otehrwise it looks lie one big continuous thing grr!

Temptation Waits

Sara realised for the first time that her breath was loud and ragged and pressed her lips together in the hopes of calming it. She felt Nick's warm breath on her neck and pressed her lips tighter together. It was minutes, seconds even and his eyes flickered closed momentarily, she felt her body inexplicably lean forward onto his lips. This one small action seemed to start off a chain reaction; Nick's hand on her waist, his other on her neck pulling her forward his lips now firmly attached to her neck. She let out a long shuddering sigh and her eyes snapped shut as she let her head tilt backwards allowing him more access. He kissed her neck a few times before parting his lips and flicking his tongue out over her smooth milky skin.

Another shudder.

She knew she should move, stop him, but truthfully she didn't want to. There were still thoughts and fears niggling at her and she pushed them as far down as they would go, under the voice that kept telling her that this felt good. Nick sucked gently on her neck, moving slowly round and nudging her chin up again. Sara complied easily, moaning quietly, her body turning to jelly under his hands as he reached up and released her hair clip allowing her hair to fall freely over her shoulders. His hand was lost in the small sparse curls, massaging her head, tugging gently at her tresses whilst his lips continued their assault on her.

Licking.

Nipping.

Sucking.

Her eyes rolled back and she was thankful that they were closed and he couldn't see the effect he was having on her. Both of Nick's hands were on her neck now and his kisses were moving further up, over her cheek. Sara's body responded once again, her head turning to the side as she felt his lips on the corner of her mouth and before she had the chance to think their lips were crashing against each other.

This was insane.

There were other hands now, on Nick's shoulders, his abs, under his shirt.
Shit they were hers.
God his skin felt so good. Warm and smooth.
She drew back startled, it was all well and good when she could convince herself that it was all Nick but it shocked her the way her body was reacting. A frown crossed Nick's features as Sara pushed away, her chest rising and falling heavily as she forced air back into her lungs.
"Sara…"
"Nick…" She returned shaking her head.
"What?" He asked touching the back of his hand to his lips.
"This…." She began.
"This is…" Nick prompted for the answer.
"This is wrong."
As soon as the last syllable fell from her lips she immediately wished she hadn't spoken.
He looked hurt.
"Why is it?" He asked, his eyes searching her face.
At this Sara frowned. Suddenly she couldn't think.

Why was it wrong again?

She stared back at Nick hoping an answer would come to her.
God he was hot, standing there just staring back. His arms hung loosely at his sides, his biceps covered by one of those tight T-shirts that he always wore, the ones the never failed to drive her crazy, the ones that showed his perfectly sculpted chest that only came from spending hours at the gym. And those jeans, that hugged his ass in all the right places.
Sara realised that she hadn't spoken in about 10 seconds, she also realised that she was now staring at Nick's crotch.

As she broke from her reverie, she saw that Nick's eyebrows were raised and one hand was leaning on the kitchen counter top.
"We work together." She spluttered. Okay definitely not the best excuse but it was the only one she could come up with in 10 seconds.
He chuckled, "Well that's original." He told her.
"Grissom would flip." She said quickly.
If it was at all possible, Nick's eyebrows raised even higher. "Even better, I gotta tell ya Sidle, I'll give you points for that one." His voice oozed sarcasm.
She stared at him again. God he was so infuriating sometimes.
Nick smirked, "Anything else? Maybe your cat hates Texans…"

So infuriating.

He smirked again.

God he was so sexy.

"I don't have a cat." She said trying her best to sound annoyed.
"Well then there's no more problems standing in our way." He told her moving another step towards her. Sara jumped back again and he stopped moving, "You don't want me?" He asked his arms out to the side.
"I…" Sara couldn't stop staring at him, she shook her head slowly and her eyes dropped to his lips. When she brought her gaze back up he had moved even closer.
"I want you so much." He said, his voice husky. He moved until his chest met hers but Sara shook her head and stepped back yet again making a small noise as her back hit the wall. Nick went with her and lent a hand on the wall either side of her head dipping his head, his nose touching her cheek; "I want you." He repeated once more, quieter this time.
"We're friends." She murmured trying desperately not to breathe in his cologne but it was difficult, the closer he got the stronger it was and she couldn't help but sigh and lean towards his touch as he brought his hand to her cheek.
"Sara." He said, his voice quiet and questioning.
"We're friends." She reiterated, "It would ruin everything."
Nick was now rubbing his thumb across her eyebrow, his hand cupping her cheek. Her eyes fell to his lips again, watching them as he talked. "It won't if we don't let it." As he spoke he brought his lips nearer to hers. They hovered for a few seconds and Sara knew that there was no going back from this if he moved those extra few millimetres

He did.

His lips were softer than before and as he deepened the kiss he slid his body up against hers. She closed her eyes and her arms came up to drape around his neck…

Maybe now is a good time to explain some things. I'm sure more than one of you is sat there thinking; what the hell is going on?
Well see here's the thing…
Sara and I.
We… well we've been dancing around things for weeks and truthfully it's kind of well hard, see we're sent out on this case and, okay Grissom sent us out on a case. The two of us. Hey we work well together, I'd put us together too, but anyway that's beside the point.
He sent us out on a case and the whole way there in the Tahoe we bitched and moaned like there was no tomorrow. Yet again we got the softball, Warrick and Catherine were out on a double homicide and what did we get?
An arson in a club. Arson over murder, that sucked man not that don't love our jobs, we do but come on? What criminalist would pick an arson over a double homicide? Especially after a week of long boring shifts where it appeared all the criminals of Las Vegas were on vacation.
But anyway we took the case and found ourselves down in the basement room, hard-hats, clumpy boots, jump-suits, face masks. We looked hot.
That last comment was sarcastic by the way.
We looked like freaks but hey that went with the job right? We stood staring around the scene in our 'costumes' trying our best to ignore the smell and the creaks and noises the building was making in protest of the night's activities.

"Hey Nick I think there's accelerant over here." Sara said motioning him over her turned round just in time to see her still bent over, pushing strands of hair back behind her ears.

She was so gorgeous and she didn't even know it.

He sighed and walked over to her pausing as he heard an exceptionally loud creak followed by the sound of splintering wood. He looked up slightly wary but when the noise stopped he grabbed his radio; "Hey guys this is CSI Stokes we're down in the basement and I really don't like the sou..."
His radio blipped to life, "Sorry CSI our fault we're just moving a few things." There was laughter and someone shouting and Nick sighed shaking his head.
"At least someone's having fun huh?" He muttered to Sara.
The slim brunette smirked whilst bending down to pick something up. "What?" He asked.
"Nothing." She answered simply with a small shrug.
That one small movement was so adorable that Nick had to fight hard not to press her against the blackened smoke stained wall and relieve her of her clothing. He broke away from his reverie as more laughter resonated down the stairs followed by yet another thud and again more laughter. A few splinters of wood fell from the wooden staircase onto Nicks chest.
"God damn it!" He shouted walking back over to Sara who was once again smirking to herself.
"Okay Sidle what is it?" He grouched.
"Nothing." She insisted doing nothing to hide the even bigger smirk on her face. He reached her and prodded her in the side causing her to yelp and jump a foot away, "Nick!"
"Then tell me!" He said
"It's nothing!" She repeated for the third time. Nick raised his eyebrows and moved forwards again, "Okay, okay, you're funny is all."
"I'm funny?" He asked disbelievingly.
"Okay it's funny." She corrected.
Nick was even more confused now, "What is?"
"You getting pissed off.
Nick shook his head, "I'm not pissed off."
Another thump and this time a few bits of concrete and plaster clattered down onto Sara's head. Sara looked up at the ceiling and frowned then looked back down seeing Nick bring the radio up again, "Guy's would you cut the bs already?" Sara rolled her eyes and leaned over speaking into the radio, her thumb pressed over his on the 'talk' button. Nick was stunned into silence by being in such close proximity to her, he watched her lips move as she talked.
"Hey guys this is CSI Sidle, we're down in the basement, the structural surveyor cleared this place right?"
"Yeah Sidle all clear..."
"But the ceiling..." She tried.
"It was all clear."
The comment seemed pretty final so she sighed and released the button along with Nick's finger. She looked up at Nick and smiled raising her eyebrows, "Well I guess that's settled." She told him, "Shall we?"
"Shall we what?" He asked still very aware that she was so close.
"Do this?" She said.
He suddenly came back to his senses, "Do what?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows.
"Nick!" She moaned, her cheeks turning a little pink, try as she might she couldn't stop herself laughing along with Nick. Their laughter ended abruptly with the ceiling making a loud groaning noise. "Okay Nick please can we just get this done and leave?"

Five minutes and a huge catastrophe later there was a whole lot of rubble around us and we were stuck in a corner under the staircase.
I hasten to add, a very small corner.

Okay now I know what you're thinking, in that kind of situation you just don't think about this kind of uhh 'stuff', but hey they had assured us that we weren't in any more danger and that they were working on getting us out.
What could we do?
Well we did the only thing that was practical; we sat and waited.
Sat, cramped up in the corner, sorry in the very small corner.
So right I know this sounds whiny and albeit kind of pathetic but I'm a man (yeah I'm perceptive huh?) But see I can't curl myself up too good and well Sara? Sara's a woman and she had just cut her head.
So being the man that I am, testosterone came pounding through like a huge black stallion in an old western... basically i tried to control the situation, I did the only thing I could with the space provided and a mildly concussed Sara. That is to say I sat her in between my legs and tried to stop the cut bleeding. Now I may have just mentioned this but I feel it is something that needs emphasising;

I am a man.
Sara is a woman.
A woman that I'd had a pretty sizeable crush on for quite a while. I mean anyone with even half a brain should be able to guess that this was a recipe for disaster. Right?

I was only cleaning the cut, it wasn't even a sexy cut. Not that there is such a thing as a sexy cut unless I suppose you were an unhinged psychotic type of person, which I am not, but anyway, there was nothing sexy about the situation at all.
Nothing.
In fact? I wasn't even thinking about it.
That was until Sara closed her eyes in this really kind of sexy way (yes I realise she was concussed and probably a little drowsy but it did look sexy) she leaned into me promptly sticking her hand on my leg right near my groin. Needless to say I did not have a cat in hells chance of covering up an erection that felt the size of Texas. (Of course I realise that this is a physical impossibility but I needed a comparison and it was the first that came to mind, I am not delusional I know it's not that big but hey it's not exactly small and well anyway...).

Here we were sat in this cramped corner...

"Um, Nick?"
"Yeah?" He asked uncomfortably.
"You uh..." Sara's face was slowly going pink, her eyes fixated on his knee.
"I know." He said curtly.
There was the briefest of silences between them during which neither of them dared move. "I uh... I didn't realise you uh..." She cut off and looked down towards where her hand was still lying.
Nick shifted slightly, "Uh yeah..." He coughed, clearing his throat,
Another silence.
"You do?"
He again cleared his throat, "Hey, you think they're gonna get us out of here soon?"
She sat up placing the piece of cotton on the floor, the cut having finally stopped bleeding. "Its only been about 10 minutes so probably not." She said almost apologetically. As she spoke he tried to move back a little but failed to do anything as his back immediately hit a block of rubble. He didn't even have the room to spread his legs out. Sara stared at him for a few second before moving her head back in a vain attempt to stretch her neck. It actually worked but unfortunately a dull thud sounded as her head hit the wooden step behind her.

Instinctively Nick leaned forwards and grabbed her head, holding it, "Damn!" She frowned scrunching her eyes up.
"God Sara, you okay?" He asked pulling her forwards again, rubbing her head.
"God they better hurry." She whimpered leaning again on his chest. When he looked down again he could see her eyes were open and she was staring ahead of her, maybe he should say something. When he looked down again she was staring at him, he gave her a small smile trying to ignore the ache in his groin which was at least fading.
They both looked up together as they heard a voice of someone shouting, "We're nearly through." Nick smiled, "That's good huh?"
"Yeah." She nodded sitting up a bit.
She was still much too close, god he could smell her shampoo, Nick closed his eyes praying that this situation was over soon, when he opening them Sara was still staring at him. He touched her face where it was covered in chalk and withdrew his hand quickly.
Jeese she wouldn't quit staring.
He tried to ignore it but suddenly she was a lot closer than she had been, he swallowed loudly as they locked eyes again for what felt like the millionth time.

Their lips were almost touching before a few splinters of wood fell upon them and a beam of light shone through a small hole.

Just his luck.

"You guys okay?"

There were a number of expressions that came to mind and 'Okay' just didn't do them justice. He smiled, "Great thanks."

"Just fucking great." He mumbled.