Disclaimer: I do NOT own CSI.

Sara Sidle was sure someone was following her. That car had been behind her ever since she left the driveway. She pulled up to the Las Vegas crime lab, and the car drove past her. Thank god…she thought as she stepped out of the car and walked up to the crime lab. Walking in, she said hi to Judy, the secretary, and headed towards the break room.

There she found Nick and Greg talking about what kind of music was better Rock or country. They looked up at her and said, "Hi," then went back to their conversation. "Rock is way better the country. Rock is hardcore man! Country is just whinny men singing the blues." " No way." Nick replied. " Country has life in it. They sing about real things, and all rock people sing about is cutting themselves, and their angry emotions. Damn emos." Sara looked at them, and said, " Country and rock has more meaning then that." " Really, what do you think they are about, Ms. Sidle?" Greg asked, smiling at her, "Well, they are like what you said but…" Greg interrupted her and said " I told you so!" To Nick. "But, Nick was right about the country thing as well. It's all about opinion. But…country can be whiny, as rock can be emo."

Nick was about to say something, but Grissom came in, followed by Catherine and Warrick to give them their cases. " How are you guys today?" Warrick asked. "Doing pretty good, you?" Greg asked. Warrick was going to answer, but Grissom said, " Let's move on. Nick and Sara, you two are on a case in Henderson, a body was found there. Warrick and Catherine, robber at Flamingos, and Greg, your with me. A kid was taken from his school."

He handed them their cases, and Greg followed behind him. Warrick and Catherine walked out next, leaving Sara and Nick by themselves. Sara looked at Nick then, and said, " Well, let's get started. You can drive this time, ok?" "Thanks, you go on ahead, I'll be out there in a second." When Sara left, he sat back down, and closed his eyes. I still can't believe that I slept with that woman...I know it was weeks ago, but I still haven't told Sara, and it just makes me feel like a whore! I was drunk, and I didn't mean to do it but still…I love her so much…I can't believe I did this to her. His thought was broken when Sara came back in. "You coming Nickie? " He looked at her, half-smiling. "Yeah, I'm coming." They then walked outside, and stepped into the car. He started the engine, but before he did, he looked over at Sara. How could I be so stupid? She's the best thing that's ever happened to me… With a sigh, he buckled up and pulled out of the parking lot.

AN: This is my first story, so be gentle!