I think this fanfic is getting addicting. I love Snickers, and by the end I hope that no matter what pairing you prefer you can see where I am coming from.

I had trouble downloading, this chapter is short because I cut it in two to necessitate downloading. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Two weeks later---

Sara tried to concentrate, she really did, but the longer she sat at the table looking at evidence, the more her eyes drooped. She hadn't been sleeping regularly. The nightmares that she had been having wouldn't go away. She would always wake up screaming. At first Gil understood, but the sleepless nights were getting to him and soon he didn't protest when she told him that she was going to stay at her own house. Really it became a relief for both of them.

She never told Gil about what happened with Nick. She made a point not to talk to Nick, and if they were the only ones in a room or crime scene, she would make an excuse to leave. She couldn't face him alone. Every time she looked at him her resolve started to fall away. Her relationship with Gil was difficult enough as it was, she didn't want to think of Nick and that night.

There at the table, with no one around, her mind betrayed her again, and she was thinking of the last conversation they had had.

"And you think you know how to love me?"

She sighed, a deep sigh that seemed to come from the depths of her soul. She had known the answer, she knew that Nick could love her, and do it well. She remembered her anger at him, and it really wasn't what he said. He saw her in a vulnerable position that not even her lover had seen, and then read her mail concerning Gil, so spot on with everything that he said that she felt exposed. Naked before him, and she didn't like it one bit. His dark brown eyes bored holes into her soul and she feared what he would find, and what he would do when he found it.

She remembered how he held her after what she had said. She was so rude to him, but all he offered was love. His cologne, his breath against her neck, his bare chest against her back as he held her were memories that refused to go away. Those memories threatened everything she had with Gil. The last night that she spent with Gil, she almost cried out Nick's name and bit her lip to stop it from coming out. Gil was a gracious man, but her near confession was too much for him to take, no matter her excuses. It had been a week since she stayed the night. She still went out to dinner, walked with him and Hank, watched monster movies on his couch, but it wasn't the same.

Nick's voice haunted her even now.

"I think I showed that last night, Sara. And for the record, I didn't get what I wanted. Only you can give me that."

What he thought she could give him, she really didn't know. Her track record concerning men was shot. She couldn't even tell anyone of the man that she was dating now. She had thought that her relationship with Gil would have been something more, but as it progressed, it felt more like a dirty secret. As she saw her reflection in the glass wall before her she couldn't help but think of what she really was: damaged goods. That's what her foster mom called her. She was Humpty Dumpty, without all the kings' horses and men.

"This wasn't a mistake, no matter what you tell yourself Sara Sidle."

"Sara?"

Sara shook herself to see Warrick and Nick at the door. Warrick's eyes showed concern for her. Nick's jaw clenched when he looked at her, but seeing her tired eyes, his facial features softened, realizing the stress that she was under. Warrick walked up to Sara and put his arm around her shoulder.

"You need to stop these doubles girl, it's tearing you up." Warrick told her as he lifted her chin up so her eyes met his. "I'll help you put this away, get some rest today, promise?"

She wanted to argue, but didn't have the energy. She was exhausted, and she really needed sleep.

"Ok Rick, you win. I'm just going to need a ride, my car is in the shop and my ride isn't leaving for a few hours."

Warrick looked at Nick, who nodded a silent agreement, and started to put the envelopes in the evidence box.

"Tell you what, I'll put this away, I have a couple more hours of work ahead of me, so I can't leave just yet, but Nicky here could take you home."

"I don't want to put Nick out like that," Sara protested. The last person she wanted to be around was him, but she couldn't make a scene in front of Warrick.

Nick walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. He looked at her with pleading eyes, we need to talk Sara, and you know that. "It's not an imposition at all; I'm heading in that direction anyway. Don't worry Sara."

Don't worry, yeah right, she thought. It's only a ride home with the one guy who could make her insides turn to goo.

"Give me 10 minutes Nick, and we can head out if that is ok." She gave in; she needed to talk to him. They had a lot of things to discuss.