The coroners were busy so they had to wait a while. Nick strolled into the break-room. Warrick stood there and rubbed his eyes.

"Yo! Tired?"

"Nick, my man!" Warrick grinned weakly, "You bet. Had no sleep before you called. Man, I'm strained." The tall man stretched his arms.

"Hang on, vacation is close."

"Yay!" Warrick thrust his fists into the air in a gesture of victory. "I deserve it."

"Stop flattering yourself. Nobody here who wouldn't!" Sara stated dryly.

"Love ya too, Sara." Warrick grunted.

"What you're gonna do?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, do tell! How will you handle a whole week off?" Sara joined.

"ummm… first I'll sleep a day or so. Not getting up except for a pee. Then... enjoy my hobby, drive a bit around, just driftin'." He couldn't remember when he had done so for the last time.

"God! That's obscene, Warrick!" Sara grinned, "Seven days of pure laziness – you're a pervert."

"I hear you!" Nick added.

They all laughed until a beeper went off. They all checked theirs.

"Mine." Nick left the room.

Sara stared at the door-frame that had been filled with Nick's form only seconds before. Warrick watched her with a widening grin.

"What?" she snapped when she finally realized Warrick's shameless grin.

"Huh, nothing." The man looked utterly innocent.

"Ah." Sara waved a not-worth-it at Warrick.