A panting Nick grasped the back of Sara's arm "Sara wait-up." He had had to jog to catch up with her.
"What Nick" shouted an angry Sara whirling around to confront him.
"Sara calm down." Nick soothed "what on earth was that about?"
"Old crap." Sara seethed then she gave Nick a hopeful look "Shifts over right? It's time to go home?"
Nick longed to comfort her but chose harsh truth instead. "Sara Abrams said he'd drag you back kicking and screaming if he had to."
"I can't" tears formed in the corners of her eyes "I just can't do this again."
"We could sneak out. Hide somewhere in city but sooner or later Sara they'll find us. Sara do you want to be dragged back or walk in with your head held high?"
"Let's go."
Nick wasn't sure for a moment if she meant into hiding or back to the conference room. He was uncertain how he would explain to his parents his fleeing from the federal government. When she grimly marched toward the conference room Nick was relieved by the quick demise of his life as a fugitive.
Before Sara could enter the room a different grey suit halted her.
"Sara gun" he said in a firm tone of voice.
"Jackson really" Sara said coyly.
"You know the rules when Dr. Sidle is in the room you are not aloud to be armed."
Sara reluctantly handed agent Jackson her gun.
"You too Mr. Stokes."
"Now waiting just a minute." Sputtered Nick. Why the hell should he give up his gun?
"Bosses orders" replied Jackson.
"Fine" Nick said grudgingly handing over his gun "I want that back the second I get out of this room."
When they entered the room Gilbert Sidle eyes fixed on Sara Sidle. "Awe my lovely but temperamental wife returns. Shame on you Sara. Wasting our time on temper tantrums when we have important work to do."
"We are not now nor have we ever been married." Sara roared "In this country a bride has be conscious for the wedding to be legal."
"They never proved anything Mrs. Sidle." Taunted Gilbert.
Sara rushed toward Mr. Dr. Sidle Grissom jumped in front of her. "Sara he trying to get to you don't let him." She gazed a Grissom locking eyes with him. He was breathing slowly she patterned her breathing after his. He gently squeezed her arms and she continued to relax.
"Sara unfortunately you did agree to this arrangement" inserted agent Abrams when he could she see had calmed.
"Fine" She said through gritted teeth "but I won't be alone with him. Never alone with him."
"Of coarse not." This from Abrams "There will always be an agent present and Mr. Strokes."
"Nick" Sara said eyes flying to Grissom then Nick.
"Yes your boss said he was good at um" Abrams stopped mid sentence.
"That you two are friends" Inserted Grissom in an usual show of diplomacy.
"Fine but I've already worked a double today so I'll be back tonight. Nick and I both work nights and that isn't going to change."
Abrams was about to reply but Gilbert interrupted "That's fine dearest. I'll setup the lab you go home a dream of me."
Silence fell Sara seemed unable to breath Abrams glared at Gilbert and stroked his gun longingly. Sara exited the room to go home and seethe.