Disclaimer: Don't own them, didn't create them, etc.
Premise: With all the flirting that went on between Nick and Sara during Season One, what might have happened if they acted on it?
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Sara felt sick. It wasn't that she was physically ill, she was just filled with regret. Not that her actions would necessarily be considered reprehensible. If she had stepped back and looked at things logically, she could have predicted her current circumstances. Still, she wished she could turn back time.
She sat in her Tahoe a long time before she finally decided that shift was about to begin and she was going to have to face the music. It wasn't going to get any harder than right now. She was unusually quiet as she walked into the break room, the rest of the team had already assembled. She didn't meet anyone's glance, instead lingering near the coffee machine, putting far too much sugar into her cup.
She glanced up as assignments were handed out and she caught a glimmer of concern on Grissom's face. She quickly shoved it aside. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about what had happened, especially with him. Of course, there wasn't anyone she really wanted to talk to right now, so it suited her fine when Grissom assigned her a case by herself. It would give her plenty of time to think and give her plenty of distance between her and the other members of the team.
She didn't notice the curious expressions on everyone's faces, save one. That one, had a different expression. An expression that spoke volumes about knowing why Sara was in the state she was in. Sara didn't notice though. She wouldn't make eye contact with any of them.
She headed to her crime scene and slowly, methodically processed it. In fact she'd been there so long, Grissom sent Catherine out to see if she needed help because she also wasn't answering her cell phone.
"Sara." Catherine called out as she entered the scene.
Sara glanced up and her brow furrowed. "What are you doing here?"
"You weren't answering your phone and shifts almost over. Grissom thought you might need some help." She replied, her head cocked to one side as if asking an unspoken question.
"I'm almost done. I just need to transport this back to the lab." She replied in an even tone that she hoped didn't belie her real state.
Catherine studied her. "Rough day?"
Sara's brows shot up. "Why do you ask?"
Catherine arched a single brow. "You didn't talk to anyone at the beginning of shift. You're not answering your cell phone. You look like crap. Basically, you're not acting like yourself. Did something happen?"
Sara replied nervously. "Can we not talk about this?"
Catherine studied her for a moment. "I know we didn't get off on the right foot. But you're a damn fine CSI and I can tell that something is bothering you. Are you sure you don't want to talk?"
Sara considered Catherine's offer and began to think about what had brought her to this moment.
It all started when she showed up in Vegas. She had found Grissom at a hotel investigating a suspicious death. Someone was throwing dummies off the roof and Grissom was standing below analyzing the way they landed. She didn't really pay much attention to the person throwing the dummies, she was here because Grissom had asked her to investigate someone on his crew and for all she knew that person on the roof could be him.
When she found out that the soft spoken Texan and his charm weren't under investigation, she began flirting with him shamelessly. She had learned he had quite the reputation with the ladies and she teased him mercilessly about his 'flavor of the week or month' that he happened to be dating.
He took it all in great stride and flirted with her as well. The flirtatious banter turned into a real friendship and she really enjoyed working with him.
That is until yesterday happened. Both of them had the night off and they decided to go out to a club as friends. He was always telling her that she needed to get out more and she knew that he was right. Besides, if anyone came on too strong, he promised he'd bail her out.
The club wasn't too crowded and they both had downed a couple of drinks before they decided to hit the dance floor. She hadn't realized that he could dance so well and she found herself completely enjoying the experience of moving to the techno beat of the music with him. She wasn't prepared for the shift in music when a slower song came on. If she was thinking more clearly, she probably would have gone and sat down, but before she had the opportunity, he pulled her against him firmly as he swayed to the slow music.
The beating of her heart seemed deafening. She could feel every nuance of his muscular body as she clung to him, slowly moving with the music. Before she really knew what was happening, she had slid her arms around his neck and their lips had joined in a sensuous kiss, that had fueled a fire that neither of them had realized had been ignited.
They made a hasty retreat from the club and wordlessly made their way to his house, resuming their kiss almost before the door closed behind them. Leaving a trail of clothing in their wake, they tumbled into his bed in a passionate frenzy, neither of them able to get enough of the other.
After she had woken up, she softly climbed out of bed, trying not to wake him and picked her clothes up piece by piece, dressing as she went. Thankful that she driven over to meet him at his house, she drove home and took a shower before crawling into bed and crying herself to sleep. She had quite possibly ruined one of the best friendships she had in Vegas.
"Sara." Catherine's voice broke through her reverie.
Sara's face was a myriad of expressions.
"Are you ok?" Catherine looked truly concerned.
Sara met Catherine's gaze and shook her head. "No. No, Catherine, I'm not ok."
"What's wrong?" Catherine continued. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Sara took a deep breath and looked Catherine in the eye. "I slept with Nick."
Premise: With all the flirting that went on between Nick and Sara during Season One, what might have happened if they acted on it?
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Sara felt sick. It wasn't that she was physically ill, she was just filled with regret. Not that her actions would necessarily be considered reprehensible. If she had stepped back and looked at things logically, she could have predicted her current circumstances. Still, she wished she could turn back time.
She sat in her Tahoe a long time before she finally decided that shift was about to begin and she was going to have to face the music. It wasn't going to get any harder than right now. She was unusually quiet as she walked into the break room, the rest of the team had already assembled. She didn't meet anyone's glance, instead lingering near the coffee machine, putting far too much sugar into her cup.
She glanced up as assignments were handed out and she caught a glimmer of concern on Grissom's face. She quickly shoved it aside. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about what had happened, especially with him. Of course, there wasn't anyone she really wanted to talk to right now, so it suited her fine when Grissom assigned her a case by herself. It would give her plenty of time to think and give her plenty of distance between her and the other members of the team.
She didn't notice the curious expressions on everyone's faces, save one. That one, had a different expression. An expression that spoke volumes about knowing why Sara was in the state she was in. Sara didn't notice though. She wouldn't make eye contact with any of them.
She headed to her crime scene and slowly, methodically processed it. In fact she'd been there so long, Grissom sent Catherine out to see if she needed help because she also wasn't answering her cell phone.
"Sara." Catherine called out as she entered the scene.
Sara glanced up and her brow furrowed. "What are you doing here?"
"You weren't answering your phone and shifts almost over. Grissom thought you might need some help." She replied, her head cocked to one side as if asking an unspoken question.
"I'm almost done. I just need to transport this back to the lab." She replied in an even tone that she hoped didn't belie her real state.
Catherine studied her. "Rough day?"
Sara's brows shot up. "Why do you ask?"
Catherine arched a single brow. "You didn't talk to anyone at the beginning of shift. You're not answering your cell phone. You look like crap. Basically, you're not acting like yourself. Did something happen?"
Sara replied nervously. "Can we not talk about this?"
Catherine studied her for a moment. "I know we didn't get off on the right foot. But you're a damn fine CSI and I can tell that something is bothering you. Are you sure you don't want to talk?"
Sara considered Catherine's offer and began to think about what had brought her to this moment.
It all started when she showed up in Vegas. She had found Grissom at a hotel investigating a suspicious death. Someone was throwing dummies off the roof and Grissom was standing below analyzing the way they landed. She didn't really pay much attention to the person throwing the dummies, she was here because Grissom had asked her to investigate someone on his crew and for all she knew that person on the roof could be him.
When she found out that the soft spoken Texan and his charm weren't under investigation, she began flirting with him shamelessly. She had learned he had quite the reputation with the ladies and she teased him mercilessly about his 'flavor of the week or month' that he happened to be dating.
He took it all in great stride and flirted with her as well. The flirtatious banter turned into a real friendship and she really enjoyed working with him.
That is until yesterday happened. Both of them had the night off and they decided to go out to a club as friends. He was always telling her that she needed to get out more and she knew that he was right. Besides, if anyone came on too strong, he promised he'd bail her out.
The club wasn't too crowded and they both had downed a couple of drinks before they decided to hit the dance floor. She hadn't realized that he could dance so well and she found herself completely enjoying the experience of moving to the techno beat of the music with him. She wasn't prepared for the shift in music when a slower song came on. If she was thinking more clearly, she probably would have gone and sat down, but before she had the opportunity, he pulled her against him firmly as he swayed to the slow music.
The beating of her heart seemed deafening. She could feel every nuance of his muscular body as she clung to him, slowly moving with the music. Before she really knew what was happening, she had slid her arms around his neck and their lips had joined in a sensuous kiss, that had fueled a fire that neither of them had realized had been ignited.
They made a hasty retreat from the club and wordlessly made their way to his house, resuming their kiss almost before the door closed behind them. Leaving a trail of clothing in their wake, they tumbled into his bed in a passionate frenzy, neither of them able to get enough of the other.
After she had woken up, she softly climbed out of bed, trying not to wake him and picked her clothes up piece by piece, dressing as she went. Thankful that she driven over to meet him at his house, she drove home and took a shower before crawling into bed and crying herself to sleep. She had quite possibly ruined one of the best friendships she had in Vegas.
"Sara." Catherine's voice broke through her reverie.
Sara's face was a myriad of expressions.
"Are you ok?" Catherine looked truly concerned.
Sara met Catherine's gaze and shook her head. "No. No, Catherine, I'm not ok."
"What's wrong?" Catherine continued. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Sara took a deep breath and looked Catherine in the eye. "I slept with Nick."
