1A/N: Hey! Haven't posted in a while, and this idea popped into my mind randomly. Okay, so Sara's still in Las Vegas. She dumped Grissom (yay!) and was re-hired as a CSI.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Want it, but I can't have it.
Rating: This fiction will be full blown M in later chapters, and by 'full blown,' I mean extensive detail of head-board banging, toe-curling, setting the whole bed in fire sex. It will be HAWT!
So don't miss it!!
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Sara Sidle wondered the halls of the CSI building, searching extensively for her case partner with the case assignment in her right hand. After searching for about six minutes, Sara assumed he was with his long-term girlfriend, sighed and sent him a text message, saying that he needed to meet her at the scene, ASAP. She headed toward the locker room to change into her vest and to get her kit and gun.
Entering, Sara was surprised to see her case partner sitting on the bench, his head in his hands.
Nick Stokes sighed and mumbled, "I screwed up."
"Nicky?"
Nick's head shot up and his eyes landed on Sara, finally noticing she was there. He cleared his throat and sat up straighter.
"Yeah. . . .I got your message and was just about to call you."
Seeing the way Nick was acting, Sara sat down beside him and asked, "What happened?"
Nick sighed. He would rather be at the crime scene, working out his emotions, but the way Sara slid her arm up and down his back proved that she was all ears to listen to him explain his emotional state.
Sighing, he said one word;
"Jennifer."
Sara's heart snapped; Jennifer Swanson. Five-eight, red hair, blue eyes and a total man-eater, as Sara put it. When she first saw her, Sara knew that Nick's heart was going to get broken and she wanted to tell him so, but Catherine had always talked her out of it. "Let him be happy," Cath would always say. But Nick didn't look happy to Sara.
Sara stated, "Nicky, I'm so sorry."
"She said I'm too into my work, and I am. She thinks I should be spending more time with her and less time at the lab," Nick explained, hanging his head again.
"If she thinks catching murderers and speaking for the victim's isn't as important as she is, then she's not worth your time."
Nick hung his head still and Sara placed her hand on his knee; Nick responded to the touch by looking at her.
"I could lie and tell you that you'll be fine. . . .but I'm your friend and I'm gonna tell you the truth: the pain doesn't ever completely go away. There are certain smells and words and feelings that will bring that person back into your head, even if you don't want them to come back. Those memories will rub salt in your wounds and the pain will resurface, but you just have to deal with it sometimes. It's hard at first, but. . . . but you'll survive through it."
In some way the words touched Nick; what Sara had said told him that every would be alright and that he should just forget about Jennifer.
Nick nodded and said, placing his hand over Sara's unconsciously, "Thanks."
Squeezing his hand, Sara replied, "No problem. . . . well, you know, Gil's gonna rip our heads off if we don't get to that scene."
"Yeah, you're right," Nick agreed, standing up.
Following suit, Sara stated, "Meet me at the Denali, okay?"
Nick nodded and Sara left Nick alone in the locker room once more, as he watched her walk away.
Ever since Sara and Grissom had broken their engagement off, she had became a whole new person. She was happier, more outgoing, and less of a workaholic. But also, Sara had become closer to her friends. Ecspecially Nick, for some reason; Nick wondered why he was closer to Sara than anyone else on the team. If something was wrong, Nick was the first one Sara called and vice versa. When he was bored, Nick would call her and they would go get something to eat, go for a walk, or just talk to each other.
But Nick felt more sometimes when he saw Sara smile, laugh, or purse her lip; he knew that back before Grissom, he and Sara had a little thing; they flirted shamelessly, they laughed until they cried and one got jealous when the other hand a new significant other. Nick always wondered what would happen if they ever did go the next step, but he knew that if he did, Grissom would have his ass on a platter for trying to date his ex-fiancee.
Sighing, Nick pulled on his vest, grabbed his kit and gun and stalked off, the thoughts of Sara still dancing around in his head.
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