Disclaimer: As much as I wish I'd come up with the brilliant idea of CSI,
I cannot take any credit for creating it. I don't profit from them and I
don't own them either, but as always, having a cup of coffee with George
Eads would be nice.
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Sara Sidle was so deeply engrossed in the latest issue of the Journal of Forensic Science as she sipped a cup of coffee that she didn't notice Nick Stokes walk into the room.
He walked over and poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table in the center of the break room next to her. "Meet the new lab tech yet?"
Startled, Sara spilled coffee down the front of her blouse. "Do you have to be so sneaky!" She muttered a string of curses under her breath as she jumped up and went over to the sink to grab a paper towel.
"Blot, don't rub, otherwise you'll set the stain into your blouse." Nick offered looking a bit sheepish as he sipped his coffee.
Sara glared at him. "What?"
"When you rub the stain, you set it into the fabric. Blot, with cold water." He continued.
Sara raised a curious eyebrow at him and shot him a look that questioned his masculinity. "You know, you could announce yourself when you come into a room."
Nick chuckled. "Hey, I wasn't the one with my nose buried in, ah, just a minute." Nick grabbed the forensics journal and looked at the page Sara had been reading. "Alleles responsible for ABO phenotype-genotype discrepancy and alleles in individuals with a weak expression of A or B antigens." He grinned at her. "Catchy title."
"For your information, I found it very interesting until you scared the hell out of me by sneaking in here." She couldn't get the coffee stain out of her blouse.
Nick chuckled. "For the record, Sara, I didn't sneak in here. I just walked in."
She shot him another glare as she returned to the table. "Well, my blouse is ruined and I just bought it. That's the last time I agree to go shopping with Catherine."
Nick's expression softened. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry I startled you."
Sara wrinkled her brow and let out a deep breath. "I knew I shouldn't have spent this much on a shirt, and I sure as hell shouldn't have worn it to work."
"You're taking life far too seriously. It's just a shirt." Nick took another sip from his cup.
Sara glared at him again. "I seem to recall you saying something similar about a radiator cap, which resulted in the Hank fiasco."
Nick raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, I didn't tell you to go out with the guy, I just told you that you should get out more. I never liked that guy in the first place. Those paramedics can be a little shifty sometimes." He tried to restrain his smile.
Sara rolled her eyes and stood up. "I'm going to go change my shirt since I'm fairly certain this doesn't really present a professional image and that promotion is still up for grabs."
"You never did answer my question." Nick interjected before taking another sip from his coffee.
Sara looked at him quizzically. "What question?"
"The one that startled you into spilling coffee down your new blouse." Nick replied.
Sara raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
"It's a deep hole, but in any case, I asked you if you'd met the new lab tech yet." Nick teased.
Sara shook her head ignoring his pun. "No. What does he do?"
"She works in the Trace lab." Nick grinned.
"She?" Sara rolled her eyes. "Let me guess, you already have a date." Sara scoffed.
Nick chuckled. "No, I don't. She's not my type."
"Let me guess, not blond enough?" Sara teased.
Nick looked a little hurt. "Hey, that was low."
"Sorry." Sara felt bad that she seemed to hurt his feelings.
"Any way, I was thinking that she's Greg's type." He had a mischievous glint in his eye.
Sara chuckled. "Why, Nick Stokes, do I detect a conspiracy?"
He grinned. "Are you on board?"
Sara nodded. "I think it's high time that Greg found a little happiness."
"Ok, you want to get together after shift and talk about putting 'Project Anisha' in motion?" Nick suggested.
"What's 'Project Anisha'?" Sara looked perplexed.
Nick chuckled. "That's her name."
"Oh, yeah, sure that sounds fine." Sara glanced back down at her shirt. "I'd better go change before the rest of the team gets here for assignments." She looked over at the journal now sitting in front of Nick and pointed. "Don't lose my spot, I want to finish that article."
Nick chuckled and winked before taking another sip of his coffee. "Ok, I wouldn't want you to miss out on something so fascinating."
She rolled her eyes as she left the break room and headed to the locker room for a fresh shirt. She had to chuckle to herself. Getting Greg together with the new lab tech could be fun, but she was going to have to tell Nick that they were going to have to come up with a more subtle name for their plan, otherwise both Greg and Anisha might catch wind of it.
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Sara Sidle was so deeply engrossed in the latest issue of the Journal of Forensic Science as she sipped a cup of coffee that she didn't notice Nick Stokes walk into the room.
He walked over and poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table in the center of the break room next to her. "Meet the new lab tech yet?"
Startled, Sara spilled coffee down the front of her blouse. "Do you have to be so sneaky!" She muttered a string of curses under her breath as she jumped up and went over to the sink to grab a paper towel.
"Blot, don't rub, otherwise you'll set the stain into your blouse." Nick offered looking a bit sheepish as he sipped his coffee.
Sara glared at him. "What?"
"When you rub the stain, you set it into the fabric. Blot, with cold water." He continued.
Sara raised a curious eyebrow at him and shot him a look that questioned his masculinity. "You know, you could announce yourself when you come into a room."
Nick chuckled. "Hey, I wasn't the one with my nose buried in, ah, just a minute." Nick grabbed the forensics journal and looked at the page Sara had been reading. "Alleles responsible for ABO phenotype-genotype discrepancy and alleles in individuals with a weak expression of A or B antigens." He grinned at her. "Catchy title."
"For your information, I found it very interesting until you scared the hell out of me by sneaking in here." She couldn't get the coffee stain out of her blouse.
Nick chuckled. "For the record, Sara, I didn't sneak in here. I just walked in."
She shot him another glare as she returned to the table. "Well, my blouse is ruined and I just bought it. That's the last time I agree to go shopping with Catherine."
Nick's expression softened. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry I startled you."
Sara wrinkled her brow and let out a deep breath. "I knew I shouldn't have spent this much on a shirt, and I sure as hell shouldn't have worn it to work."
"You're taking life far too seriously. It's just a shirt." Nick took another sip from his cup.
Sara glared at him again. "I seem to recall you saying something similar about a radiator cap, which resulted in the Hank fiasco."
Nick raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, I didn't tell you to go out with the guy, I just told you that you should get out more. I never liked that guy in the first place. Those paramedics can be a little shifty sometimes." He tried to restrain his smile.
Sara rolled her eyes and stood up. "I'm going to go change my shirt since I'm fairly certain this doesn't really present a professional image and that promotion is still up for grabs."
"You never did answer my question." Nick interjected before taking another sip from his coffee.
Sara looked at him quizzically. "What question?"
"The one that startled you into spilling coffee down your new blouse." Nick replied.
Sara raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
"It's a deep hole, but in any case, I asked you if you'd met the new lab tech yet." Nick teased.
Sara shook her head ignoring his pun. "No. What does he do?"
"She works in the Trace lab." Nick grinned.
"She?" Sara rolled her eyes. "Let me guess, you already have a date." Sara scoffed.
Nick chuckled. "No, I don't. She's not my type."
"Let me guess, not blond enough?" Sara teased.
Nick looked a little hurt. "Hey, that was low."
"Sorry." Sara felt bad that she seemed to hurt his feelings.
"Any way, I was thinking that she's Greg's type." He had a mischievous glint in his eye.
Sara chuckled. "Why, Nick Stokes, do I detect a conspiracy?"
He grinned. "Are you on board?"
Sara nodded. "I think it's high time that Greg found a little happiness."
"Ok, you want to get together after shift and talk about putting 'Project Anisha' in motion?" Nick suggested.
"What's 'Project Anisha'?" Sara looked perplexed.
Nick chuckled. "That's her name."
"Oh, yeah, sure that sounds fine." Sara glanced back down at her shirt. "I'd better go change before the rest of the team gets here for assignments." She looked over at the journal now sitting in front of Nick and pointed. "Don't lose my spot, I want to finish that article."
Nick chuckled and winked before taking another sip of his coffee. "Ok, I wouldn't want you to miss out on something so fascinating."
She rolled her eyes as she left the break room and headed to the locker room for a fresh shirt. She had to chuckle to herself. Getting Greg together with the new lab tech could be fun, but she was going to have to tell Nick that they were going to have to come up with a more subtle name for their plan, otherwise both Greg and Anisha might catch wind of it.