After having next to no sleep all night, Nick found himself stumbling into the break room early, shocked when he found that only Warrick was there. Nick immediately went straight to Greg's stash of Blue Hawaiian coffee and poured himself some, turning to see if Warrick needed a refill. Seeing that he did, he grabbed his cup and poured some for him, too.

"Thanks, man," Nick nodded and handed Warrick the newly filled cup, checking outside to see if Sara was coming. He sighed quietly and sat down, she was nearly an hour later than she usually was and it wasn't like her at all. Then again, they'd had a fight so Nick wasn't entirely sure whether worrying was worth it, she was probably still angry at him and just didn't feel like coming in early.

"I thought it was weird, too." Nick looked up. Sometimes it scared him how easily Warrick could read his thoughts. Nick didn't even try to deny it. At Nick's silence, Warrick carried on, "Look, I don't know what happened between you two but I do know that you're gonna end up hurt, Nick."

Nick looked up and took a sip of his coffee, forgetting he'd only just poured it out. He ran his tongue against the roof of his mouth, trying to take the sting of the burn away but still, he didn't reply.

Warrick sighed, "Are you just gonna ignore me?"

"I don't know what you want me to say, 'Rick," It was true, what was he supposed to say?

"Love or lust?" Nick's eyes shot up.

"What?"

"Don't play dumb with me, man. Is it love or lust?"

"Warrick, it's neither. We had a disagreement, I said some things, she said some things and that was it," Nick was getting a little agitated at the sudden turn of conversation and began to ponder Warrick's question himself. All of this stuff between him and Sara started when he saw her in the towel and, like a typical man (he would argue, anyway) he reacted to it. He took a mouthful of his coffee, happy to find it was at the right temperature to drink.

Warrick sat there half watching him, half pretending to read the newspaper. He could see the pain on his best friend's face and despite how much he adored Sara, he couldn't see Nick getting hurt. Then again, whatever Nick's words to Sara were, they clearly affected her and he was having to watch her being hurt, too. Thankfully, Greg walked into the break room shaking both CSIs out of their individual thoughts.

"'Sup guys," He looked around, "Where's Sara?" Nick sighed and left the room, mumbling something about making a phone call.

"She's MIA apparently. Maybe she overslept," Warrick shrugged.

"Huh. Weird," Warrick nodded in agreement but didn't say anymore about it. Whatever was wrong with her, she obviously wouldn't want people in the lab to know about it or to make assumptions either. Greg took a small sip of the coffee he'd just made, sighing happily.

"God, I love this coffee."

Warrick laughed, "Yeah, I think we guessed that. You go through tons of the stuff!"

"Hey! You guys drink it, too," Warrick nodded. Greg had a point, the coffee was good and he was happy that Greg introduced it to the team when he first became a CSI.

"Hey, Boss!" Greg greeted D.B as he walked into the room and immediately poured him some coffee, "Freshly made, just for you!" He flashed D.B his best smile.

D.B smiled back, "Thank you, Greg. Where's Sara?" Warrick mentally sighed, Sara was slowly becoming the new Waldo.

Greg shrugged, "No one knows apparently. Maybe she had a late night." He took a couple sips of his coffee, stopping and looking up as Nick came back into the room.

"Hey, Nicky, you don't know where Sara is, do you?"

"No, Greg, I don't know where Sara is," It was clear Nick was getting a little pissed at all of the questions about Sara.

"I'm just asking…" Greg held his free hand up defensively.

"Yeah, well don't," Greg raised an eyebrow but didn't reply. Clearly they'd had an argument or something and he didn't want to talk about her. D.B on the other hand, was getting worried. It was totally out of character for her not to be early to a shift. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he searched for her name and then pressed the 'call' button. It was ringing but she wasn't answering, which again was very unusual.

He turned his attention to Warrick, still on the line to Sara, "Hey, is Sara's phone still at yours?"

Warrick shook his head, "Nah, I gave it back to her yesterday."

D.B nodded and was greeted with Sara's voicemail message, "Hey, Sara, look we're getting a little worried here. We just want to know you're okay so give one of us a call when you get this. Bye." He clicked off the phone and looked at the clock. 2:30pm. Shift officially started thirty minutes ago but typically she was in by 1pm at least.

"I can go and check up on her if you want," Nick offered. The truth was, he was beginning to get worried himself.

"No need."

The four CSIs turned to find Sara standing at the door, leaning against it. She looked tired and paler than usual and all Nick wanted to do was urge her to sit down and comfort her. He quickly shook that thought though and stood up finishing the last bit of his coffee and placing the cup in the sink.

"Sara, are you okay?" She didn't look too good and it wasn't difficult for everyone to see.

She smiled, "Yeah, I'm great. I just…I overslept and I'm so sorry, I'll make up the time, I promise." She smiled again and Nick watched her. Something wasn't right, she seemed…off.

"Are you sure you're okay, Sar'?"

Her eyes went to Nick, "I'm fine." Nick's eyes were fixated on Sara's and for some reason, she couldn't look him in the eye.

D.B. cleared his throat, noticing the unspoken tension between the two CSIs, "Warrick and Greg, you're with me, possible hit and run case." Both men nodded in response, "As for you two, I want you to sort out whatever's happened between you." Nick opened his mouth to protest but quickly shut it when he noticed that Sara didn't make a move to protest at all. Something's definitely not right with her.

The three men left on their case and Sara glanced at Nick to find him staring at her, almost studying her. She swallowed and immediately turned on, walking quickly to the locker room. Whatever Sara was hiding, she was clearly avoiding Nick. Screw this. Nick wasn't going to let her get off that lightly and began to follow her to wherever she was going. She rounded the corner to the locker room and Nick carried on following her.

However, when he reached the locker room, Sara was no where to be seen. He looked behind the first set of lockers and sighed when he found she wasn't there. That was until he heard what sounded like someone being sick.

"Sar', is that you?" he called out, looking up when he heard someone come out of the toilets. She leaned against them and Nick jogged over to her, "Sar'? Are you okay?" She nodded but immediately moved away from him, walking slowly over to her locker. It was like she was trying not to lose her balance. Oh, my God…

"Are you drunk?" She didn't turn and she also didn't answer. Usually Sara would have been the first person to deny it but this time - Nothing. She was turning the dial on her combination lock of her locker and swore quietly when she entered it wrong. Now she had to start all over again. Story of my life! She laughed quietly at that and she felt Nick's presence behind her but she didn't turn.

"Did you hear me?" Of course she did, who're you tryin' to kid? He placed a hand on her shoulder, "Sara?" She stopped sorting through whatever she was doing in her locker and closed her eyes, wishing he would just leave her alone. She didn't turn. She couldn't.

"Nick, I'm not drunk."

"So turn to look at me," he whispered, "Prove me wrong." Please, prove me wrong, Sar'.

Sara swallowed and slammed her locker shut in frustration. The thing was, she didn't know who she was frustrated at him or herself. She pressed her forehead against her locker, still wishing he would forget the whole thing and just leave.

"Honey…" He tried the softer approach and took a step closer to her.

"Nicky, just go, please," She still refused to turn to face him but he wasn't having any of it.

"You can either turn and face me or I'll call D.B," It was a low blow but he was desperate. She sighed knowing he probably wouldn't do it but also not wanting to find out. She slowly turned and that was when she realised just how close he was. Close enough to smell the…

"Beer…" He said it with no emotion.

"I had one before I came in. That was all, now would you mind stepping back a little?" But Nick didn't move.

"Sar', what the hell are you doing turnin' up to work drunk?!" He saw her try to move and placed both hands either side of her, stopping her from bolting.

"Nick, just leave it and let me go. I want to work."

He scoffed, "Work? You kiddin' me?" She refused to look at him but Nick could clearly see the hurt in her eyes. He sighed, he hated seeing her like this, "Sar', please tell me what's goin' on with you lately. If it's because of me, I'm really sorry for those things I said, I tried to text…Hell, I even thought about callin' but I didn't think you'd wanna talk to me." At that, she looked at him.

"There's never a time I don't want to talk to you, Nicky…but you hurt me," Her voice broke at the end and Nick saw just how sad she was.

"I know I did and I'm sorry I just…" He bit his lip. The last thing he wanted to do was say something he regretted. He sighed and removed his hands from either side of her, "Go."

She looked up at him, "What if I don't want to?" He looked at her as she took his hands and placed them where there were either side of her previously, "What if I like being here…with you?" He swallowed at her words and he could have sworn she was looking at his lips. He shook the thought, though and took a step back.

"What're we doing, Sar'?"

She watched him and was taken back by the question, "We're standing in a locker room. You're going to question me on my drinking—"

"No, Sar'. Us."

She laughed humorlessly, "There is no 'us'."