Okayy, this is the new chapter.

Its once again taken me a while to post as I've been working on some new stuff, hopefully a new Nick/OC fic. But anyways, please do review, it spurs me on to post more.

Chapter nine: And I came home with her lipstick.

Nick stirred slightly, the sunlight hitting his closed eyes like it was right in front of him. He opened his eyes rolled over onto his back, sighing as he did so. He looked over to the other side of the bed to find it empty, and made. He saw that there was a note on the pillow; picking it up and unfolding it. He recognized Sicily's writing and smiled as he remembered what had happened last night. Nick frowned at the note, looking at it for a few seconds, the look of confusion not leaving his face. 'Check the oven xo' was all it stated. Nick stood up from his bed and walked over his closet, pulling on a pair of boxers and a t shirt before walking downstairs; immediately into the kitchen. The clock on the wall showed that it was noon, and Nick wiped at his eyes before opening the oven with excessive curiosity. He grinned, laughing to himself a little when he pulled out the two plates of which were sat there and the small white jug, putting each on the kitchen island as he carried on laughing to himself. There was another note stuck on the jug and he removed it, unfolding it in the same way he had done beforehand. 'Didn't want to wake you, and I didn't know which you'd prefer, so I made both. Had to leave for my shift at the hospital, enjoy your breakfast cowboy xo' Nick grinned even more as he stared at the one plate of pancakes, with butter on the side, and in the jug; heated syrup, and the other plate of sausage, bacon, eggs; scrambled and fried, and toast. Nick sat down to eat, as he went over in his head what had happened last night and he couldn't help but keep his grin showing as he did so. It was then he heard his house phone ringing and he stood up, walking over to it with a stretch.

"Hello." Nick half yawned, half pronounced once he'd picked up the phone.

"Hey cowboy." Sicily's voice echoed on the other end of the phone, and Nick smiled at the sound of it."Hey you." He replied with a grin sounding in his voice."I'm sorry I had to disappear on you this morning, my shift started at 12 and I didn't want to wake you." She stated politely.

"Its okay, I woke up to breakfast so I was more than happy to forget about the woman that wasn't in my bed." Nick joked with a smirk appearing in his voice, Sicily laughed coyly and Nick could just imagine what her ace would look like.

"Typical male." Was all she said as she carried on giggling softly.

"So, how do you feel about dinner?" Nick asked, his smooth Texas accent sending shivers up Sicily's spine.

"Well, I'm at the hospital until eight thirty, is that too late?" Sicily asked, sounding almost as if she felt guilty.

"That is perfectly fine darlin'. I'll pick you up about ten?" Nick questioned as he ran hand through his hair, checking the kitchen clock as he did so.

"Nine thirty." She said excitedly, Nick laughed at how cute she sounded.

"Sure thing."

"So what are we doing cowboy?"

"Well I'm not guna tell you that am I?" Nick joked with a smile, hearing her sigh playfully on the other end of the phone.

"How will a girl know what to wear?" Sicily stated sweetly, putting on her best southern accent as she did so. Nick laughed at her failed attempt as he rubbed his eyes.

"You darlin' look great in anything." Nick replied, his southern charm working just the way it was supposed to as Sicily felt a foolish, girly grin spread across her face.

"Nine thirty cowboy." Sicily said, trying to hide the smile in her voice.

"Nine thirty." Nick replied, before he heard her hang up, he couldn't quite get over how wonderful he thought she was. There was so many reasons why, yet he couldn't seem to pinpoint them. He'd known her for five months, he had been friends with her; for those five months. And now it was as if the part of his life he felt was just that little bit lacking, wasn't lacking anymore. And as awfully corny as Nick felt thinking this, he still couldn't get Sicily out of his head. He put the phone down and decided to go off for a shower.

Sicily completed the ten mile drive from the hospital to her motel in record breaking time, she had managed to hop in the shower by 8:45 and was out by 9. She stood by the bed, with her long blonde hair now dried in tight, continuous waves. She had clipped one side back with an oriental styled blue clip. She stared at the clothing lying on her bed; she finally picked up the baby blue shirt, and a pair of very dark denim skinny jeans. She pulled on the outfit, tucking the shirt tightly into the jeans and leaving a few of the buttons at the top undone. She then put on a pair of high heeled black shoes with small, silky black bows at the rounded toe and began put on her make-up. By the time Sicily had put mascara on and a light coat of nude pink lipstick, there was a knock at the door. She very quickly fluffed her hair and grabbed her black leather bag, holding her phone, pager and purse. She walked over to the door and answered it, surprised to see Nick standing wearing a pair of black dress suit pants with a very dark purple shirt.

"Hey you." She said with a flash of her perfect, white teeth. "Hey yourself." He replied, with the same charmed grin they both seemed to have when they saw each other. "You look beautiful." Nick smiled, watching as a pink blush extended over her cheeks.

"Not looking too bad yourself cowboy." She grinned cheekily as she followed Nick along the hallway having shut her door behind her.

It was 2 am, and Nick and Sicily lay in his bed, Nick couldn't help but stare at her as he stroked her cheek lightly. She was half asleep, and had stopped opening her eyes whenever she replied to something he said. He stared at her beautiful skin, her tiny; delicate nose and her full lips, her beauty spot and her hair.

"You're watching me sleep." Sicily mumbled, her eyes staying firmly closed.

"Yes m'am I am." Nick smiled to himself slightly as he felt Sicily's arm wrap around his waist as she snuggled in closer to his chest.

"Don't you think that's kind of stalkerish." She stated with the same tired groan. Nick laughed quietly to himself, not taking his eyes off her once.

"Maybe a little." He replied, she opened her eyes weakly, those gorgeous eyes that caused Nick to just melt inside.

"Then why do it you weirdo." She grinned, her ski slope nose wrinkling as she did so.

"Because you're nice to look at." Nick laughed, Sicily watched as the grin appeared on his face and couldn't help but kiss him softly; just for the sake of it.

"Weirdo." She stated in between kisses, they felt each other smile as their lips touched and couldn't help but laugh.

"You'll regret that." Nick laughed as he embraced her playfully, she gave out a slight girlish squeal before he kissed her lustfully, only to repeat the events of earlier all over again until the sun began to rise.