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Sara had a migraine. She's been examining hair and fiber samples for several hours and it had given her a royal headache. She didn't know why Nick wasn't working on this case. Hair and fiber analysis was his specialty, not hers. Not that you can pick your crime scene by the evidence it has to offer. Unless your name is Gil Grissom that is. He was always being called out to do insect analysis at crime scenes. Well when there are only a handful of forensic entomologists in the country, that's what happens. Still, Nick's specialty was hair and fiber analysis, not hers. She could sure use his help, especially since her head had begun to pound the theme song to 'George of the Jungle'.

"What are you looking at, Sar?" Nick asked leaning over her shoulder.

Sara jumped, knocking Nick in the jaw in the process with her shoulder, "You scared the crap out of me, Nick!"

Nick rubbed his jaw, but managed to smile, "I hope you have a change of clothes then."

It took Sara a minute to catch his joke, "Very funny, Stokes."

Nick raised an eyebrow, "What are you looking at?"

She leaned back and gestured toward the high powered microscope, "Be my guest."

Nick leaned in and chuckled as he looked at the slide, "Cat hair."

"Cat hair?" Sara replied.

He glanced over at Sara, "Not just any cat hair though."

She raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically, "Don't tell me you know the cat's name."

Nick tried to restrain a smile, "Close, I can narrow it down to a handful."

She crossed her arms in front of her, "And just how do you expect me to believe that?"

"White tigers." Nick replied with a lopsided grin on his face.

Sara closed her eyes and chuckled rubbing her temples.

"You're working on that case at the Mirage aren't you?" Nick queried.

She opened her eyes and nodded, "Yeah."

"Well, these came from one of the white tigers there." Nick concluded.

Sara smiled, "Thanks, Nick. You just solved my case."

Nick raised an eyebrow. "Glad I could help."

"I just wish you'd come by a couple of hours ago. My head is killing me." Sara replied rubbing her temples again.

Nick looked at her with amusement. "You need to get out more, Sara."

She looked at him quizzically, "I'm not sure how that's supposed to get rid of my headache."

Nick let out a chuckle, "For starters, you wouldn't be spending as much time staring into a microscope."

Sara deadpanned, "It's my job."

Nick looked at his watch, "As of an hour and a half ago, you were supposed to be off the clock."

"Oh." Sara had lost track of time. Not that this was unusual for her. She looked at Nick quizzically, "Then why are you still here."

"Crime scene took longer than we thought. I just took a shower and was on my way out when I saw you in here. Warrick already left." He replied.

Sara stood to leave.

"Hey, why don't you come and hang out with me for a while. I'm meeting Warrick later at a club." Nick offered.

Sara looked at him doubtfully, "I don't know. I should go home."

Nick raised an eyebrow, "And what? Listen to police scanners? Sara, come on. It'll be fun. You might even get rid of that headache."

A smile began to play at her lips, "I don't know." She glanced at Nick and noticed his lopsided grin. "Ok, fine. I'll go. But don't blame me if I'm not any fun."

Nick chuckled. "Do you need to go home and change or anything?"

Sara glanced down at her wrinkled clothes that seem to have become one with her body, "Uh, yeah."

"Ok, I'll swing by and pick you up in an hour." Nick replied. "You'll have fun, you'll see."

Sara was doubtful, but she wearily drove home, took a shower, and changed her clothes, then waited for Nick to arrive. She didn't have long to wait.