Greg and Sara sat in a booth facing each other at the diner.
"What a day Sara." Greg's voice rang with glee. Sara rolls her eyes then groans.
"Oh come on Sara you can't tell me you didn't have fun." Greg returns practically bouncing in his seat.
"Greg a day at The Bare Beaver just doesn't appeal to me on the same level as it does to you." Her nose still burned from the horrible smell strip clubs and porn shops always had. It was a unique combination of booze, cigarettes, old seamen, fried food, money, sweat, and guilt. Truly she almost preferred the smell of decomp.
"Sara a mob hit at strip bar it's got it all guys, dolls, money, and we get to be private dicks" Cases like this where why Greg came to Vegas.
Taking in his excitement she realized Greg deserved something for all his hard work. "Greg that's why you're the primary on this case."
"What?" He his jaw drops he'd never been lead on a murder before.
"I already cleared it with Grissom." Of coarse she had to promise to watch him like a hawk and step in the moment he made a mistake, but she was sure Greg was ready.
Jumping up he springs over to her side of the booth wrapping her in a huge hug.
"Hey are we interrupting something here because Nick and I could get breakfast somewhere else if you two would like to be alone." Warrick asks from behind them.
Startled Greg jumps away from Sara. "What oh no Sara just said she let me be primary on my first murder case." Greg gets up and returns to his seat.
Warrick slides in next to him "Really what case?"
Nick slides in next to Sara. Warrick and Greg fail notice the anger burning in his eyes Sara however notices. He knows he is being unreasonable but he had to restrain himself from physically removing Greg from Sara's body. Anytime any other man touched her he saw red. No one but him should be touching her wait he wasn't supposed to touch her either.
"DB at The Bare Beaver."
Under the table Sara gently kicks Nick's leg. When she has his attention she threw him a questioning glance wondering what was up.
Nick shook his head to indicate it was nothing not wanting to take away from Greg's moment. He did however return her kick with a gentle one of his own.
"Oh I've had some wild times there how about you Nick?" Warrick gloats.
Sara turns to glare at him "Yeah Nick what about you?" She emphasizes it with a sharp kick to his ankle.
Nick jerks his head to look at her in surprise and then turns to glare at Warrick "Oh no, I'm not being dragged into this. Congrats Greg." Snaking his hand under the table he squeezes Sara's thigh. Then rest his hand rest in her lap.
Turning to glare at him "Oh come on Nick we can't let you leave it at that we want a story." Not willing to be one upped by Nick Sara quietly slips off her shoe and after glancing across the table to make sure Greg and Warrick haven't noticed anything she slides her foot under Nick's pant leg and begins rubbing his leg with her foot.
"Can't say that I've ever been there Sara" His voice is tight if he thought sitting next to her was arousing what she was doing to his leg was a declaration of war. He allows his fingers to stroke her inner thigh.
"So any leads Grego?" Asks Warrick, unaware of the game being played across the booth.
"We think it might be a low level mobster."
"Or it could just be an angry stripper jealous of one of the other girls." Sara ads restraining a groan of pleasure from Nick's attention to her thigh. She slips off her other shoe to doubles her efforts.
"Hey Sara maybe you could work their undercover to find clues. I'm willing to sit in the audience for your protection of course." Greg gave his best lecherous look.
Warrick laughs, Sara smile, Nick however turns to glare at Sanders. If that idiot kid didn't stop hitting on his Sara "Greg, apologize to Sara."
"Nick he's just kidding." Sara said turning to glare at Nick under the table she gives him a sharp squeeze to the thigh.
"Yeah Nick lighten." Adds Warrick curious at why Nick couldn't take a joke.
"Yeah well it wasn't funny. Sara is not just some piece of meat to be ogled." Still outraged Nick ads "Greg should apologize."
"I didn't mean to offend anyone sorry Sara." Greg says trying to smooth things over.
"I wasn't offended Greg" she turned and gave an exaggerated glare at Nick "You know how Texas boys are about defenden a ladies honor. I guess we should just be glad cowboy here didn't decide to declare a duel." Reaching over she gave him a mock shove. "Thank you brave cowboy for defending me against the bad bad man." Sara ads flutter her eye lashes.
Knowing he's been an idiot Nick plays along. "Awe sucks mam tewernt nothin at all."
Everyone laughs at Nick's impression of a country bumpkin.
Glance at his watch Warrick rises. "I think I'll skip breakfast it's time for this night shifter mossy off to bed."
Greg stands as well. "I agree plus if we stay this close to the lab day shift will need us for something."
"See you." Says Nick. "Later guys" adds Sara waving goodbye.
After they leave Nick rises and switches to the other side of the booth.
"So Sara are we going to talk about this?"
"What?" She asks innocently.
Reaching under the table he squeezes her inner thigh she squirms trying not to moan in pleasure "That."
"Oh you mean our chemistry." She tries to be analytically.
"We could call it that." Or pure animal lust whatever.
"What's there to do about?" Playing dumb might buy her sometime to think. She doesn't truly know what she wants to do.
"It seems like we have two options." Not buying her act for a minute.
She nods her head in acknowledgement "Feed it or Starve it?"
"Exactly." Nick says expectantly.
"Um." She squirms.
Raising his brows "So which is it Sara do we feed it or starve it?"
"Um" still squirming.
"You already said that." He can't help but smile in amusement he's never seen her so flustered.
"Nick we can finally work together again?" She was finally ackowledging the two ton elephant in the room.
"Okay so you want to ignore it." Not what he'd wanted to hear.
"If we fed it what would it mean for us?" Referring to the elephant's brother that was also in the room.
"In what way?" He liked that question better.
"Would we be like dating, or friends with benefits?"
"Sara you're not the kid of girl I could just have sex with on regular basics if we do this then we're dating."
"What would that mean Nick?"
"Huh?" He honestly wasn't sure he knew what she was asking.
Swallowing Sara tried to just spit it out "Nick do you have feelings for me like romantic feelings?" She was unwilling to ask me if he loved her. She wasn't sure which answer would scare her more.
"If you're asking if I'm in love with you I don't know. I know I want to be with you all the time and I don't just mean in a physical way. I know I'm happier with you then at any other time, but honestly right now I want you so bad I can't know for sure if I'm in love with you. Right now I would tell myself anything that would give me permission to be with you."
He watches her as she sits thinking. He can almost imagine the gears turning in her head as she balances things out in her mind. Finally she looks up at him. "Okay?" What the hell did that mean?
"But their have to be grounds rules."
"Rules?" He could live with rules.
"Yeah no touching at work."
"Okay." As long as he got to touch her somewhere.
"No other woman while we're together. You want out that's fine but you tell me first."
"That goes both ways Sara."
"And we don't tell anyone."
"Um..Why?" He knew their was going to be a catch here somewhere.
"Because we could break-up in a week and we could go back to working together but everyone else would be uncomfortable."
"Six months if we're still dating in six months we come clean." He was willing to withhold information from their friends but not to lie indefinitely.
"Fine." Standing up she tosses cash on the table. "Are you coming?"
"Where?"
"To start dating Nick."
"Now?" He knows he sounds like an idiot but in his defense all his blood is in his lap.
"Come on cowboy let's see how you ride."