Okay, I need to get these last few chapters up so that I can start on a couple other
stories that are fighting for attention in my brain. I also finally found a story I
started this summer. Yes, it's a N/S story.
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Shower me....
Sara swallowed. "I saw a button under this dresser, at the scene and"
"And instead of Miss Independence waiting for me to move it for her she moves this
gargantuan piece of furniture by herself."
"It wasn't that big."
"It was mahogany, Sara, and as tall as you." Warrick rolled his eyes at Nick. "You go
with her from now on."
"Well, now" Nick drawled, "that's up to Grissom, isn't it?"
"We could double team him. Hey, I think Cath would even help us."
Tired of being talked over by the two men Sara got up, moving very slowly, and headed
out of the room.
"She's really sore, huh?"
"Yeah, I told her she needed to see a doctor but does she listen? She just whined about
wanting a back rub."
Nick looked at him, brows lowered.
"Hey, I told her you were better at that than I am. She didn't want to wait." Warrick
looked at his friend from the corner of his eye. "You know she would've rather have you
do it, don't you?"
"Yeah, right. She doesn't remember I'm alive most of the time." Nick's depression could
be heard in his voice.
Warrick groaned. "You two are enough to drive any body crazy. She thinks you're not
interested, you think she's not paying attention and I thought Grissom was the oblivious
one around here." Shaking his head, Warrick walked out of the locker room.
"How do you know what she thinks? Warrick? Warrick!"
Sara was still moving cautiously when she came in that night. She was forced to give an
explanation to Grissom and withstand the lecture he felt need to deliver. Tonight she
was going to go out with he and Nick assuring that no further damage would be done by
her own insistence. The look the supervisor passed Warrick indicated that he didn't
think the other man had done enough to stop her from hurting herself the night before.
Warrick walked away shaking his head. Catherine put a hand on his back. "Don't let it
get to you. You know that Gil's a little overprotective of all of us. If it were you
who had gotten hurt Sara would've been banished to the lesser crime tonight."
"Don't get me wrong, I actually like the idea that Sara and Nick are working together.
I just wish they were alone. "
"Are you playing matchmaker, Warrick?" Catherine asked flirtatiously.
"Somebody's got to do it. Wanna help?"
Catherine laughed "I'm in, what do we do?"
Back in the lab that night Catherine was in the locker room when Sara came through
announcing that she was headed for the shower. When Warrick came in a few minutes later
she had a plan in place.
"Sara's in the shower how much you want to bet Nick's going to want one, too?"
Warrick smirked. "They were on the same scene, weren't they?"
Catherine nodded, the look on her face matching her partner in crime's.
Nick arrived five minutes later covered in mud and slime. "Please tell me the shower's
free."
"Warrick's in there but you guys don't have a problem sharing a room, do you?"
"No, thank God. I have got to clean up." The weary man carried himself through the
door.
Warrick emerged from the other side of the lockers.
"Give him a few to get under the water. He won't look at who's in there with him until
he's at least half way clean."
Warrick nodded.
Three minutes later he slid over to the door, opened it quickly and turned the lock.
It would take them a little time to figure it out, meanwhile, hopefully they'd be
together, naked.
Warrick and Catherine walked out of the locker room arm in arm.
The steam coming from the far shower obscured the body below the spray. Warrick must've
done the dirty work. Catherine had looked immaculately clean, makeup still in place.
He opened the hot water as full as he could before standing under it, slowing adding the
cold to make it tolerable. He had soaped up twice and was rinsing out his hair when
the screech from the other pipes told him that Warrick was finished with his own shower.
His eyes were still closed when he heard it.
"Nick!" Oh, shit, that was Sara's voice!
stories that are fighting for attention in my brain. I also finally found a story I
started this summer. Yes, it's a N/S story.
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Shower me....
Sara swallowed. "I saw a button under this dresser, at the scene and"
"And instead of Miss Independence waiting for me to move it for her she moves this
gargantuan piece of furniture by herself."
"It wasn't that big."
"It was mahogany, Sara, and as tall as you." Warrick rolled his eyes at Nick. "You go
with her from now on."
"Well, now" Nick drawled, "that's up to Grissom, isn't it?"
"We could double team him. Hey, I think Cath would even help us."
Tired of being talked over by the two men Sara got up, moving very slowly, and headed
out of the room.
"She's really sore, huh?"
"Yeah, I told her she needed to see a doctor but does she listen? She just whined about
wanting a back rub."
Nick looked at him, brows lowered.
"Hey, I told her you were better at that than I am. She didn't want to wait." Warrick
looked at his friend from the corner of his eye. "You know she would've rather have you
do it, don't you?"
"Yeah, right. She doesn't remember I'm alive most of the time." Nick's depression could
be heard in his voice.
Warrick groaned. "You two are enough to drive any body crazy. She thinks you're not
interested, you think she's not paying attention and I thought Grissom was the oblivious
one around here." Shaking his head, Warrick walked out of the locker room.
"How do you know what she thinks? Warrick? Warrick!"
Sara was still moving cautiously when she came in that night. She was forced to give an
explanation to Grissom and withstand the lecture he felt need to deliver. Tonight she
was going to go out with he and Nick assuring that no further damage would be done by
her own insistence. The look the supervisor passed Warrick indicated that he didn't
think the other man had done enough to stop her from hurting herself the night before.
Warrick walked away shaking his head. Catherine put a hand on his back. "Don't let it
get to you. You know that Gil's a little overprotective of all of us. If it were you
who had gotten hurt Sara would've been banished to the lesser crime tonight."
"Don't get me wrong, I actually like the idea that Sara and Nick are working together.
I just wish they were alone. "
"Are you playing matchmaker, Warrick?" Catherine asked flirtatiously.
"Somebody's got to do it. Wanna help?"
Catherine laughed "I'm in, what do we do?"
Back in the lab that night Catherine was in the locker room when Sara came through
announcing that she was headed for the shower. When Warrick came in a few minutes later
she had a plan in place.
"Sara's in the shower how much you want to bet Nick's going to want one, too?"
Warrick smirked. "They were on the same scene, weren't they?"
Catherine nodded, the look on her face matching her partner in crime's.
Nick arrived five minutes later covered in mud and slime. "Please tell me the shower's
free."
"Warrick's in there but you guys don't have a problem sharing a room, do you?"
"No, thank God. I have got to clean up." The weary man carried himself through the
door.
Warrick emerged from the other side of the lockers.
"Give him a few to get under the water. He won't look at who's in there with him until
he's at least half way clean."
Warrick nodded.
Three minutes later he slid over to the door, opened it quickly and turned the lock.
It would take them a little time to figure it out, meanwhile, hopefully they'd be
together, naked.
Warrick and Catherine walked out of the locker room arm in arm.
The steam coming from the far shower obscured the body below the spray. Warrick must've
done the dirty work. Catherine had looked immaculately clean, makeup still in place.
He opened the hot water as full as he could before standing under it, slowing adding the
cold to make it tolerable. He had soaped up twice and was rinsing out his hair when
the screech from the other pipes told him that Warrick was finished with his own shower.
His eyes were still closed when he heard it.
"Nick!" Oh, shit, that was Sara's voice!