Title: Public Displays of Affection? No Big Deal
Author: Candace
Rating: PG
Pairings: N/S
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me.
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"Mmm, Nicky, we can't do this here," Sara mumbled, as Nick kept kissing up and down her neck, to her jaw, and right above her lips, pinning her against the counter with his body.
"Why not, Sar? Its not like its a secret anymore," Nick replied, as his hands roamed from her waist and down her thighs.
"No, Nick. Later, ok?" she said, pushing him away once she felt his fingers start to rub her left thigh.
"Promise?" he said, pulling his lips away from her warm skin and moving his hands back up to her waist.
"Promise," she said, lightly kissing his nose.
The moment her lips lifted off of his nose, they heard a knock at the door.
"Hi Grissom," Sara said, as Grissom's eyes went from where her hands were rubbing up and down Nick's chest, to where his hands rested comfortably on Sara's hips.
"Hey Gris," Nick said. After not getting a response, they both realized where their hands were, and become conscious of how uncomfortable the situation was.
"Uh, sorry, boss," Nick said, letting go of Sara and sitting on the opposite side of the room.
"Nick, Sara, I know you both have been doing a very good job keeping your.. uh.. relationship private, but you need to be more careful," Grissom said, coming out of his trance. As he continued talking, his voice became louder and more demanding. "Next time it might not be me walking in on you, but someone who might actually enforce some rules around here."
"Whoa, where do you get off saying that, Grissom? We were on a break, and no one is even here yet!" Nick said, getting off the couch and moving closer to where Grissom stood.
"Nick, this isn't something we're going to debate about. If I see you to showing public displays of affection here again, something will have to be done," Grissom said, sitting at the table as Nick stared at him, then at Sara.
"Grissom, come on, I mean, its not a secret anymore that Nick and I are together, and what should it matter if we're simply giving each other a kiss?" Sara asked, remembering what Nick had told her earlier, and hoping all that Grissom saw was a kiss.
"Sara, this isn't up for discussion. My word is final about this," Grissom said, as Warrick and Catherine walked into the break room.
"Sit down, you two. We don't have time - we need to be gone in 30 minutes," Grissom said, looking at them over the top of his glasses.
"Gone?" Warrick questioned. "What do you mean 'gone'"?
"Well, we've been asked to handle a case in Delaware. They want the best - we're the best," Grissom told his team.
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"Hey Gris," Warrick said, as they boarded the plane which would take them to Delaware. "Where are we going to be sleeping for the next week?"
"Well, we're getting hotel rooms, courtesy of the Casciola family," Grissom said, as he found his seat on the plane.
"The who family?" Catherine asked, taking the seat next to Grissom's.
"The Casciola family - well, there not really a family anymore. All are dead, all six, except for the six-month old baby," Grissom said, nonchalantly.
"Wait, I thought you said this was a double homicide? But there are six?" Catherine said, looking at Grissom as if he had ten eyes.
"Well, I know you all too well. If I had told you there were six bodies, and our only witness was an infant, and that we had to leave our homes for a week, none of you would have come," said Grissom.
"Damn right, I would have used my vacation time," Warrick said, becoming pissed off at Grissom, the more he spoke.
"So, OK, we have six dead bodies. No big deal, there are five of us. But how are we going to sleep?" Sara said, resting her arm on the armrest.
"The Casciola patriarch - Grandfather Casciola, as they call him - has got us a room at the best hotel in the state," Grissom stated, as he looked out the window of his airplane. Usually he was frightened at the sight of being so high up in the air, but at this moment, he was more frightened of his team's reaction to only having one room.
"What? One room?" Nick said, becoming slightly worried at the image appearing in his mind of the five of them in one, small hotel room.
"Sorry Nick, only one. Well, one for the four of you. I requested my own room, right next to yours. Actually, there are doors that join the room together so that we never have to go out in the hall--"
"What?!" Catherine exclaimed, cutting him off mid-sentence. "You got yourself your own room, meanwhile the rest of us have to spend a week in the same room?"
"Catherine, be rational. Do you honestly think I, or even you for that matter, would have wanted me to be in that room?" Grissom asked, as he turned his body to face the rest of his team.
"Yes, you are right. But, well, no use in arguing over something that can't be fixed. Did he say how many beds?" Catherine asked, knowing better than to bicker on a crowded airplane.
"Two queen sized beds, so its two to a bed," Grissom said.
"That'll work," Catherine said, placing her headphones on, as Grissom took out a book on the discovery of the Georgia spider.
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"We're going to check into the hotel first, so we don't have to lug around our bags," Grissom said, as the van that had picked them up at the airport pulled up in front of a pink and light blue hotel.
"Gris, this hotel is the best they have in all of Delaware?" Catherine asked, propping her sunglasses up on her head.
"That's what they told me," Grissom said, eyeing the plants that looked as if they were on their deathbeds.
"It looks like cotton-candy, Grissom," Sara said, stepping out of the van.
"Maybe its nicer on the inside," he said, trying to seem optimistic, as he became disgusted with the hotel.
As they entered, they saw a man in his early twenties, who oddly reminded them of Greg, his hair sticking out haphazardly, and his bright shirt giving Nick a headache the longer he stared at it.
"Hello?" Grissom said. "Hello? Excuse me, hello?" he continued, trying to grab the attention of the young man.
"Hey!" Catherine said, waving her hand in front of his face. Grissom turned and looked at her. "What? You weren't accomplishing anything."
"Oh, hey," the man said, taking his headphones off and then placing them right back on not 10 seconds later.
"This is gonna be a long week," Nick whispered loud enough for Sara and Warrick to hear.
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Should I continue?