Hello! Another Chapter! Kinda cute and sappy for just now but we'll move onto other things later...
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Nick gazed out of the car window as it passed the pretty silent houses, every so often there would be kids playing in a pristine garden. The sun blaring down on the happy life beneath him, this was definitely the more beautiful side to Sin City. He looked at a house passing by where a couple were sat on a swinging chair, completely relaxed watching two children playing with their dog while keeping an eye on a smiling toddle who sat in a small paddling pool with what must have been her mother's sunhat on her head as it looked as if it sat on her nose.
He saw himself like that one day, Happy. And he couldn't shake the picture that the woman beside him was Sara Sidle, with a gold wedding ring on her finger glistening in the Summer Sun and a tiny paint splodge on her top because their two eldest children had insisted she do finger-painting with them.
He looked at the woman that sat in the back seat diagonally across from his in the passenger seat, she was looking out at the houses that sped by, smiling as she saw everything around her.
"What?" She asked, turning to see him watching her.
"Nothing." He grinned foolishly. He couldn't tell her, not right now but definitely another time.
Sara mimicked his grin then turned to the window again.
It was like looking through a window to a different world, one she wasn't used to but was strangely drawn to. She never thought of herself as someone who could live like this. Everyone who knew her knew her views on marriage, the idea of being tied to someone. She had seen what it had done to her parents; her mother was too loyal to her husband and therefore never left though she needed to, to save herself. Sara couldn't bear to live through that again and she was always watching the way her character acted, hoping to catch it before she became who her father was. She couldn't bear to be a victim to abuse and she could never put a child through what she had to go through.
But something made her trust Nick, she didn't trust most men but Nick came easily into her life. She could never see him turn into a drunken abuser and when she though t of it she could see her and Nick living as one. Tied together. Married. But he would never know what she thought.
Charlie stopped outside a pretty white-washed home, it looked identical to the ones next to it and no-one could guess that it wasn't a lovely family living there and in fact there was two Criminalists in a safe-house.
"G'day folks."Charlie smiled, tipping an imaginary hat to them as they were escorted by Catherine and Warrick into their new house.
"We have to go now guys, we'll be back every hour and there's hidden uniforms all around the terrace, number one on speed-dial alerts everyone on the frequency and have fun." Warrick smiled, walking down the steps to the vehicle parked outside. Catherine turned to go but not after whispering to Nick and Sara.
"There are two bedrooms; I'd stay in your own if I was you and there's cameras in every room apart from the bathroom." She chuckled. Flouncing her blonde hair and turning to follow Warrick.
"What does she expect us to do?" Sara muttered, looking at Nick's foolish grin she held up her hands in surrender. "Say no more!"
"Dibs on the master bedroom." He grinned, running up the stairs with his bag.
"Fine by me." She laughed, walking up the stairs at a slow relaxed pace.
"Aren't you supposed to shout 'No way, the master bedrooms mine' and play the woman card?" Nick asked, coming out into the corridor.
"That sounds like something Catherine would do, not me." Sara shrugged. Walking into the single room that was simply decorated with pink walls and white carpet and ceiling.
"I kinda like living with you." Nick smiled, standing at Sara's doorframe.
"We've only been here a few minutes." Sara smiled, turning round and smiling back at him.
"Still." Nick grinned.
"Who do you think watches the camera footage?" Nick asked, pointing to the big black camera in the corner of the wall.
"Right now, probably Greg and Warrick or maybe Sofia or Grissom or Ecklie." Sara answered.
"Isn't it a bit stalker-ish to have cameras in someone's bedroom?" Nick asked.
"Probably, but this is a breaking and entering and assault investigation. I guess it's for safety." Sara said, removing her black leather jacket slowly as the pain of moving had still not yet gone away.
"Here let me help you." Nick said, walking over to her and pulling on her leather jacket so it slid away from her. He chucked it on the wicker chair where she had dumped her bag and put his chin on her shoulder, she turned her head to look at him staring up at her. Her face said it all, the whole "what on earth are you doing." Expression mixed with hints of laughter and "it's really okay, really."
"What are we supposed to do for three days?" Sara asked the head on her shoulder.
"Garden?" Nick suggested, looking out of Sara's window and into the back garden where a lonely tree stood surrounded by bushes, flowers and a brown fence.
"M'kay." Sara smiled, felling him move his head up along her cheek until he was at the same level as her. He kissed her on the cheek making her giggle then he took her by the hand and walked down to the garden.
"Hey the tree has a swing." Sara admired, walking over to the wooden plank suspended with two thick pieces of heavy duty rope. She walked round it twice then felt Nick grab her by the hand and force her to sit down in his lap on the swing.
He gently kicked it back and forward with his foot, the swing swinging higher with every push. He gripped onto her tightly with one hand and with the other he held the rope while she sat with one hand on the rope and one hand on his that was wrapped around her abdomen. He found it enjoyable just being there with her and he knew that if they had been children together he would have always let her have half of his cookies, he would always let her go on the swing first and he knew that he would always think that one day, just one day he'd marry that girl in pigtails that he kissed before leaving her, a trait that made their parents aww and laugh. He knew if they had been a child together they might have been able to protect each other, he knew if he and Sara had been children together he would have never let her father hurt her or her mother even if he was only a four foot high child that pretended he could fly at breaktime.
She turned around to face him which took him from his trance.
"I like living with you too." She smiled.
Yeah, they might become that couple Nick had seen but they would never have a swinging chair, a wooden swing would do them.