Nick, Sara and D.B's case was solved quickly. It turned out when they arrived at the scene that it was just a simple burglary and Nick concluded that the culprit was clearly an amateur because of the amount of evidence she'd left behind. Still, it meant that they was another case solved and one less threat on the streets of Las Vegas.

Sara was in the locker room placing her vest inside her locker, folding it neatly as she did so. As she was putting her jacket on, Warrick popped his head around the door.

"Hey, girl," He smiled, "Mind if I join you?"

Sara closed her locker and laughed. He was a little too polite for her liking and it made her suspicious, "What do you want, Warrick?" She turned to him and leant against her locker, looking at him, a smile still on her face.

Warrick placed a hand on his heart in mock disgust, "Me? Wanting something? Never!" That made Sara laugh again, he was a crappy actor.

She cocked her head to one side, "Warrick Brown, you tell me this instant or I wi—"

"You'll what?" He challenged, raising an eyebrow. He walked forward to where he was just inches from where she was leaning. She decided to play along and stepped even closer to him, they were close enough for her to feel his breath on her hair.

"I'll—" They sprang apart when they heard footsteps.

It was Nick, "You know she's married now, right?" The bitterness in his voice didn't go unnoticed by either of the CSIs.

"I'm perfectly aware of that, thank you, Nick," Warrick replied, letting his previous comment slide. "That reminds me why I'm here…" Sara was still giving Nick a look while Nick was distracting himself with his gun and vest, placing both items inside.

"Sara, I want to take you out," Sara's eyes sprang up to look at Warrick while Nick momentarily paused, not believing what he was hearing. He acted like he wasn't listening and carried on with what he was doing.

"Please, Warrick! I am a married woman!" She laughed, continuing their flirtatious banter from before.

Warrick laughed with her, "Ah…that's a shame. Just when I thought I could have you all to myself!" She smiled and rolled her eyes.

"I guess you'll just have to carry on dreaming, Honey," Honey? Nick was still listening and running out of things to pretend to do in his locker. Warrick laughed again.

"Oh, I do, Sara. Believe me, I do," He winked. At that, Nick slammed his locker shut which was loud enough to make both CSIs jump.

"I'm goin' home," Nick said, walking out.

"No! Wait!" Warrick called to him. Nick turned to face him.

"What?" Warrick made a mental note to ask him what was wrong later.

"As I was saying, I'm taking Sara out for a few drinks. The rest of the gang is there already; we're gonna celebrate. You comin'?" Warrick asked, already anticipating the answer.

"No, sorry. I can't."

"Why?"

"'Cause I've got stuff to do," Nick replied.

At this point, Sara spoke, "You just said you were going home." Nick had momentarily forgotten she was a CSI apparently. Nick didn't reply, making it very clear to Sara he just wasn't interested in joining them.

"You know what? Forget it," Sara looked at Warrick, "Come on, let's go have some fun." She deliberately added the last part to annoy Nick. She realised how childish that probably was in the grand scheme of things but he'd been giving her hassle all day and she just wanted to enjoy what was left of the night.

"Wait in my car, I'll catch you up," Warrick threw her his car keys and Sara's quick thinking enabled her to catch them. She nodded and left in search of his car.

Nick knew what was coming, "Don't interrogate me…" He warned.

Warrick scoffed, "Boy, you don't need no interrogation. We both know you're sweet on her."

Nick laughed, a little too loudly, "Oh, please! Don't project your feelings onto mine." Warrick ignored him and sighed.

"If you get your head outta your ass long enough to join us, we'll be a Rico's," Warrick left before Nick could reply and joined Sara in the car. Surprisingly she was playing the hip-hop Warrick had on last time he drove the car.

"…Hip-hop, Sara? You feeling okay?" He smiled, putting his seat belt on. She swatted him on the arm.

"Your car, your music," She smiled back, "Now drive before I change the station." She grinned and even found herself subconsciously singing along at times throughout the journey. It was unusual for Sara to sing in front of people but he didn't mention it for fear of her stopping. Instead, he kept driving and joined in.