1 Every Once in Awhile…
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone of these people, or the Tahoe.
2 Chapter 3
"Sara, Sara," Nick shook Sara awake. "I'm leaving for work now, do you want me to talk to Grissom for you?"
"Yeah, I'd love that. And maybe have him call me here, or something." Man, if I have to stay here home alone another day, I swear, I'll turn into Martha Stewart. Me cooking is like the end of the world. Hey, I wonder if her show is on at night?
"Sure. Well, I better go before Grissom decides to do anything funny." Nick bent down and kissed Sara on the lips.
"Have fun," Sara said wistfully. She wanted so badly to go back to work. Sara went back to sleep for six more hours. She woke back up and yawned. She looked at the clock on Nick's nightstand. Oh, Forensic Files is on! Sara jumped out of bed and collapsed onto the couch. She found the remote and turned the TV channel to 64: Court TV. One of her favorite shows, Forensic Files was on. I'll just pretend that I'm solving the case again, she thought. After watching TV for an hour, she got up and rummaged through the fridge.
All this sleep can't be good for me, Sara giggled. I am such a dork! Oh well. What shall I eat? Man Nicky, you need to go shopping. A light bulb suddenly went off in Sara's head. "Maybe I should go get Nicky some food." Sara went into their room and got dressed. She got her car keys and left the house. "Man, what store would be open at midnight? I'm such a dork." She turned the radio station to a local rock station. Sara's cell phone rang.
"Hello?" Sara answered.
"Hey. It's Grissom. Where are you? I thought you were staying with Nick." Typical Grissom, Sara thought.
"I'm doing just fine Grissom, thanks for asking." Sara smiled. Speaking of dorks, she giggled. "I'm getting some food. Nicky's fridge is like his head, empty."
"Right, well I'm glad you're ok. So you want to come back to work soon?" Grissom was teasing her.
"No, I think I'll just stay at Nicky's 24-7 and get fat. Yes, Grissom, please! I'm going crazy. You'll never guess what show I watched this week. Martha Stewart." Sara prayed that Grissom would let her come back.
"Well, if you're late tomorrow, I'll just have to let you work for Martha Stewart." God, I hate you Grissom!
"Thanks." Yes!
"I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Bye. Yes!" Sara was so excited she almost hit the person in front of her. "Shit!" Sara yelled as she slammed the brakes. Not smart Sidle. Slick. Oh crap, my head. Sara messaged her temples. She felt a wave of dizziness fall over her. She made the turn into the Mini-Mart, which was open 24-7. She parked the car and sat for a moment. She got out of the car and went in.
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"Grissom!" Nick called. "Did you call Sara? Because she isn't answering the phone."
"She went to the store. I called her on her cell." Grissom replied. "She said that your fridge was as empty as your head," Grissom said matter-of- factly.
"Funny. Wait, she isn't supposed to be driving. The doctor said like another week until she could start. Why didn't you tell her?" Nick was getting mad. Mostly at himself though, even though he was taking it out on Grissom.
"Nick, I didn't know she wasn't supposed to be driving. My guess is that she's going to the Mini-Mart, if you want to go check up on her. Don't take too long though."
"Thanks man." Nick strolled out of the lab. He walked briskly to his car. He was truly worried about Sara. She had gotten many dizzy spells lately, which would not make for a good driver. When he got to the Mini-Mart, he went in search for Sara. He spotted her car walking into the store.
"Nick, what are you doing here?" Sara asked Nick while she was walking out of the store.
"I was just about to ask you the same sweetie." He kissed her. "You know you're not supposed to be driving yet." Nick gave her a worried glance.
"Well, other than the fact that your fridge is empty-"
"About as empty as my head?" Nick asked playfully. Sara smiled as they walked out of the store.
"So I take it Grissom told you what I said? Well, yeah. And I had to get certain other things." Man, what do they know? Sara rolled her eyes and smiled.
"Ah, I see then." Nick felt a small blush cross his face. "So are you feeling ok? Like, you know, up to driving?"
"Yeah, of course I do." Nick placed his hand on the small of her back and walked her to her car.
"Well, get home safely! I better get back to the lab, Grissom had that 'if- you're-not-back-in-fifteen-minutes-you're-dead' expression!" Sara faced him when they reached her car.
"I'm coming back to work tomorrow." She smiled up at him. Damn, he is so hot. Oh, stop smiling like that at me! Sara put her hands around Nick's head and kissed him passionately. Then she got into her car. He blew her a kiss goodbye.
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"Hurry up Nicky! We're going to be late!" Nick laughed at Sara's excitement. She was very happy to get back to work. She was just a little worried that she may be stuck with paper work.
"I'm coming!" Nick called from the bathroom. He came out, and Sara inhaled the cologne he had put on.
"Smelling good handsome!" She called out. Damn the man, damn the man, damn the man. What is that?
"Ready to get out of here?" Nick asked her, knowing the answer. She kissed him and left the house. I should've known, Nick thought. He got into the car, where an impatient Sara awaited. "Oh, wait, I forgot something," Nick teased. Sara slapped him upside the head.
"Evil little bastard." Sara laughed. Nick put on a hurt expression. "I'm kidding Nicky." She rolled down her window. The sun was still high for 4 pm. They set off for the lab. When they arrived, Sara asked Nick a question that had been itching her. "Do they know… about us I mean?"
"What! Do you think they're stupid or something?" Nick laughed. "Of course they know. Don't worry, if they give you any crap, I'll beat them silly." Nick grabbed her hand and they walked into the lab.
"Sara!" Three voices called out at once. Sara stopped in her tracks afraid of what was going to happen. Catherine, Warrick, and Greg ran over to her.
"Welcome back!" Catherine hugged her. Next was Warrick, then Greg. Greg tried to get a kiss out of her, but she pulled away.
"Sorry Greg, I'm taken," She winked at Nick.
"And so I've heard." Greg looked down. Everyone laughed.
"So where's Grissom? Or did he forget. Out playing with bugs like a little child." Everyone laughed at Sara's joke.
"Actually, Grissom is right here," Grissom, himself, told them. "Hey Sara, how are you doing?"
"I'm doing great!" Sara had a big smile on her face. "Do I get to work today, or am I stuck doing paper work?"
"Paper work!" Warrick called out. Sara glared at him.
"Eh hem, you're working in the field. Don't worry; I won't be too mean to you. Everyone in my office for your assignments." They filed one by one into Grissom's office. " Nick and Warrick, you're with me on a homicide. Catherine and Sara, 419. Brass is their waiting for you." And with that, Grissom got up, handed Catherine a slip of paper, and walked out. Nick and Warrick followed him.
"You drive," Sara said to Catherine. "I can't. I've already broken that rule once."
"Will do." Catherine and Sara left the room and headed to the Tahoe. "So," Catherine started while leaving the parking lot. "What have you been up to? Nicky said you were about to go crazy."
"Hah, yeah, almost. I was bored out of my mind, and about to watch Martha Stewart." Catherine snorted at the thought of Sara watching that show.
"Sounds crazy enough to me!" They talked more on the different cases they had gotten while Sara was away, taking up the whole ride to the house where the victim was located. "Where here!" Catherine announced. They got out of the Tahoe and walked up to Brass who was talking with one of the other police. "So, what do we have here?" Catherine asked Brass.
"Well, Jane Doe was apparently washing the dishes when someone came into her house and raped and killed her," Brass told them. Oh no, what if he was let out of jail? What if he escaped? What if-
"Sara? Are you going deaf? Let's go process the scene!" Sara followed Catherine into the house. "Gun shot wound to the head. Hmm…" Why does this scene look so familiar? Catherine asked her self. The victim was lying on the floor her clothes spread out around her. She had a gun shot wound to her head. Sara, that's what could have happened to Sara. Oh shit. Catherine walked over to Brass and asked him in a low voice so Sara would hear, "Is Michael Malloy still in jail?"
"He was bailed out, a week ago. Don't know by who though." Brass looked at her uncertain face.
"Does-does Sara know?" Catherine asked in a whisper.
"No."
A/N: Tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone of these people, or the Tahoe.
2 Chapter 3
"Sara, Sara," Nick shook Sara awake. "I'm leaving for work now, do you want me to talk to Grissom for you?"
"Yeah, I'd love that. And maybe have him call me here, or something." Man, if I have to stay here home alone another day, I swear, I'll turn into Martha Stewart. Me cooking is like the end of the world. Hey, I wonder if her show is on at night?
"Sure. Well, I better go before Grissom decides to do anything funny." Nick bent down and kissed Sara on the lips.
"Have fun," Sara said wistfully. She wanted so badly to go back to work. Sara went back to sleep for six more hours. She woke back up and yawned. She looked at the clock on Nick's nightstand. Oh, Forensic Files is on! Sara jumped out of bed and collapsed onto the couch. She found the remote and turned the TV channel to 64: Court TV. One of her favorite shows, Forensic Files was on. I'll just pretend that I'm solving the case again, she thought. After watching TV for an hour, she got up and rummaged through the fridge.
All this sleep can't be good for me, Sara giggled. I am such a dork! Oh well. What shall I eat? Man Nicky, you need to go shopping. A light bulb suddenly went off in Sara's head. "Maybe I should go get Nicky some food." Sara went into their room and got dressed. She got her car keys and left the house. "Man, what store would be open at midnight? I'm such a dork." She turned the radio station to a local rock station. Sara's cell phone rang.
"Hello?" Sara answered.
"Hey. It's Grissom. Where are you? I thought you were staying with Nick." Typical Grissom, Sara thought.
"I'm doing just fine Grissom, thanks for asking." Sara smiled. Speaking of dorks, she giggled. "I'm getting some food. Nicky's fridge is like his head, empty."
"Right, well I'm glad you're ok. So you want to come back to work soon?" Grissom was teasing her.
"No, I think I'll just stay at Nicky's 24-7 and get fat. Yes, Grissom, please! I'm going crazy. You'll never guess what show I watched this week. Martha Stewart." Sara prayed that Grissom would let her come back.
"Well, if you're late tomorrow, I'll just have to let you work for Martha Stewart." God, I hate you Grissom!
"Thanks." Yes!
"I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Bye. Yes!" Sara was so excited she almost hit the person in front of her. "Shit!" Sara yelled as she slammed the brakes. Not smart Sidle. Slick. Oh crap, my head. Sara messaged her temples. She felt a wave of dizziness fall over her. She made the turn into the Mini-Mart, which was open 24-7. She parked the car and sat for a moment. She got out of the car and went in.
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"Grissom!" Nick called. "Did you call Sara? Because she isn't answering the phone."
"She went to the store. I called her on her cell." Grissom replied. "She said that your fridge was as empty as your head," Grissom said matter-of- factly.
"Funny. Wait, she isn't supposed to be driving. The doctor said like another week until she could start. Why didn't you tell her?" Nick was getting mad. Mostly at himself though, even though he was taking it out on Grissom.
"Nick, I didn't know she wasn't supposed to be driving. My guess is that she's going to the Mini-Mart, if you want to go check up on her. Don't take too long though."
"Thanks man." Nick strolled out of the lab. He walked briskly to his car. He was truly worried about Sara. She had gotten many dizzy spells lately, which would not make for a good driver. When he got to the Mini-Mart, he went in search for Sara. He spotted her car walking into the store.
"Nick, what are you doing here?" Sara asked Nick while she was walking out of the store.
"I was just about to ask you the same sweetie." He kissed her. "You know you're not supposed to be driving yet." Nick gave her a worried glance.
"Well, other than the fact that your fridge is empty-"
"About as empty as my head?" Nick asked playfully. Sara smiled as they walked out of the store.
"So I take it Grissom told you what I said? Well, yeah. And I had to get certain other things." Man, what do they know? Sara rolled her eyes and smiled.
"Ah, I see then." Nick felt a small blush cross his face. "So are you feeling ok? Like, you know, up to driving?"
"Yeah, of course I do." Nick placed his hand on the small of her back and walked her to her car.
"Well, get home safely! I better get back to the lab, Grissom had that 'if- you're-not-back-in-fifteen-minutes-you're-dead' expression!" Sara faced him when they reached her car.
"I'm coming back to work tomorrow." She smiled up at him. Damn, he is so hot. Oh, stop smiling like that at me! Sara put her hands around Nick's head and kissed him passionately. Then she got into her car. He blew her a kiss goodbye.
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"Hurry up Nicky! We're going to be late!" Nick laughed at Sara's excitement. She was very happy to get back to work. She was just a little worried that she may be stuck with paper work.
"I'm coming!" Nick called from the bathroom. He came out, and Sara inhaled the cologne he had put on.
"Smelling good handsome!" She called out. Damn the man, damn the man, damn the man. What is that?
"Ready to get out of here?" Nick asked her, knowing the answer. She kissed him and left the house. I should've known, Nick thought. He got into the car, where an impatient Sara awaited. "Oh, wait, I forgot something," Nick teased. Sara slapped him upside the head.
"Evil little bastard." Sara laughed. Nick put on a hurt expression. "I'm kidding Nicky." She rolled down her window. The sun was still high for 4 pm. They set off for the lab. When they arrived, Sara asked Nick a question that had been itching her. "Do they know… about us I mean?"
"What! Do you think they're stupid or something?" Nick laughed. "Of course they know. Don't worry, if they give you any crap, I'll beat them silly." Nick grabbed her hand and they walked into the lab.
"Sara!" Three voices called out at once. Sara stopped in her tracks afraid of what was going to happen. Catherine, Warrick, and Greg ran over to her.
"Welcome back!" Catherine hugged her. Next was Warrick, then Greg. Greg tried to get a kiss out of her, but she pulled away.
"Sorry Greg, I'm taken," She winked at Nick.
"And so I've heard." Greg looked down. Everyone laughed.
"So where's Grissom? Or did he forget. Out playing with bugs like a little child." Everyone laughed at Sara's joke.
"Actually, Grissom is right here," Grissom, himself, told them. "Hey Sara, how are you doing?"
"I'm doing great!" Sara had a big smile on her face. "Do I get to work today, or am I stuck doing paper work?"
"Paper work!" Warrick called out. Sara glared at him.
"Eh hem, you're working in the field. Don't worry; I won't be too mean to you. Everyone in my office for your assignments." They filed one by one into Grissom's office. " Nick and Warrick, you're with me on a homicide. Catherine and Sara, 419. Brass is their waiting for you." And with that, Grissom got up, handed Catherine a slip of paper, and walked out. Nick and Warrick followed him.
"You drive," Sara said to Catherine. "I can't. I've already broken that rule once."
"Will do." Catherine and Sara left the room and headed to the Tahoe. "So," Catherine started while leaving the parking lot. "What have you been up to? Nicky said you were about to go crazy."
"Hah, yeah, almost. I was bored out of my mind, and about to watch Martha Stewart." Catherine snorted at the thought of Sara watching that show.
"Sounds crazy enough to me!" They talked more on the different cases they had gotten while Sara was away, taking up the whole ride to the house where the victim was located. "Where here!" Catherine announced. They got out of the Tahoe and walked up to Brass who was talking with one of the other police. "So, what do we have here?" Catherine asked Brass.
"Well, Jane Doe was apparently washing the dishes when someone came into her house and raped and killed her," Brass told them. Oh no, what if he was let out of jail? What if he escaped? What if-
"Sara? Are you going deaf? Let's go process the scene!" Sara followed Catherine into the house. "Gun shot wound to the head. Hmm…" Why does this scene look so familiar? Catherine asked her self. The victim was lying on the floor her clothes spread out around her. She had a gun shot wound to her head. Sara, that's what could have happened to Sara. Oh shit. Catherine walked over to Brass and asked him in a low voice so Sara would hear, "Is Michael Malloy still in jail?"
"He was bailed out, a week ago. Don't know by who though." Brass looked at her uncertain face.
"Does-does Sara know?" Catherine asked in a whisper.
"No."
A/N: Tell me what you think!