Nick pulled the Tahoe into his driveway and turned off the ignition. Sara
pulled up behind him in hers. Nick unlocked the front door and allowed
Sara to enter first. As he closed the front door, Sara took a quick look
around his house and turned to looked at him, "Nick, you are a neat freak."
"Nice observation, Miss CSI." Nick replied with a smile. "Now, what would you like for breakfast?" He cocked his head to one side with his arms crossed over his chest.
Sara smirked back at him, "Ok, I'll leave work at the door. I don't know, anything without meat sounds good."
"Ok, but if you don't like it, don't blame me." Nick said as he headed into the kitchen. "If you want, you can turn on the TV, just make yourself at home."
Sara settled herself on Nick's couch and looked for the TV remote. She laughed as she took in 5 remotes lined up on the coffee table. "Nick, do I need a degree in rocket science to figure out which one of these remotes turns on the TV?"
"Very funny, Miss Smarty Pants." Nick replied as he walked out of the kitchen with an apron on. Sara raised an eyebrow at the ensemble. Nick cut her expression short, "No comments on the apron, Sara. It's this remote here." He drawled as he turned on the TV and then walked back into the kitchen.
Sara, looked at Nick's retreating form, and then back to the TV, which was on the Discovery Channel. She called out to Nick, "So is this why you know so much about birds?"
Nick voice called out from the kitchen, "Why does everyone think that? If you look at the bookcase on the wall, you'll see that I actually own books, Sara."
"Ok, ok, Nick, just teasing." Sara got up and walked over to the bookcase noting a row of forensic science books and journals, as well as numerous books on birds. As she was perusing them, Nick came out of the kitchen with two plates in hand. Sara turned around, "Oh, that smells so good. What is it?"
Nick replied with a grin, "I call it the James Bond Special, cause if I told you, I'd have to kill you."
Sara leveled a gaze at Nick that would make most men shake in fear, "Very funny, Stokes." She accepted the plate and sat back down on the couch. Nick put his plate down and returned to the kitchen for a couple of glasses of orange juice. He placed them on the coffee table and grabbed his plate.
A groan was offered up next to him. He turned and looked at Sara smiling. "So, do you like it, Sara?"
"Nick, this is amazing. Are you sure you won't tell me what's in it?" She asked giving him doe eyes.
Nick just laughed. "Nice try, Sara, but it's going to take a lot more than that to get this out of me." He continued eating and dodged as Sara swatted at his arm.
The two settled into a comfortable silence as they ate Nick's special concoction. The Discovery Channel was airing a New Detectives marathon, so they discussed whether they had heard of the cases being profiled as they watched.
As they finished, they placed their plates onto the coffee table and leaned back into the deep leather couch content to watch a little TV.
Within a few minutes, both Nick and Sara had drifted off to sleep unaware that they were leaning into each other.
"Nice observation, Miss CSI." Nick replied with a smile. "Now, what would you like for breakfast?" He cocked his head to one side with his arms crossed over his chest.
Sara smirked back at him, "Ok, I'll leave work at the door. I don't know, anything without meat sounds good."
"Ok, but if you don't like it, don't blame me." Nick said as he headed into the kitchen. "If you want, you can turn on the TV, just make yourself at home."
Sara settled herself on Nick's couch and looked for the TV remote. She laughed as she took in 5 remotes lined up on the coffee table. "Nick, do I need a degree in rocket science to figure out which one of these remotes turns on the TV?"
"Very funny, Miss Smarty Pants." Nick replied as he walked out of the kitchen with an apron on. Sara raised an eyebrow at the ensemble. Nick cut her expression short, "No comments on the apron, Sara. It's this remote here." He drawled as he turned on the TV and then walked back into the kitchen.
Sara, looked at Nick's retreating form, and then back to the TV, which was on the Discovery Channel. She called out to Nick, "So is this why you know so much about birds?"
Nick voice called out from the kitchen, "Why does everyone think that? If you look at the bookcase on the wall, you'll see that I actually own books, Sara."
"Ok, ok, Nick, just teasing." Sara got up and walked over to the bookcase noting a row of forensic science books and journals, as well as numerous books on birds. As she was perusing them, Nick came out of the kitchen with two plates in hand. Sara turned around, "Oh, that smells so good. What is it?"
Nick replied with a grin, "I call it the James Bond Special, cause if I told you, I'd have to kill you."
Sara leveled a gaze at Nick that would make most men shake in fear, "Very funny, Stokes." She accepted the plate and sat back down on the couch. Nick put his plate down and returned to the kitchen for a couple of glasses of orange juice. He placed them on the coffee table and grabbed his plate.
A groan was offered up next to him. He turned and looked at Sara smiling. "So, do you like it, Sara?"
"Nick, this is amazing. Are you sure you won't tell me what's in it?" She asked giving him doe eyes.
Nick just laughed. "Nice try, Sara, but it's going to take a lot more than that to get this out of me." He continued eating and dodged as Sara swatted at his arm.
The two settled into a comfortable silence as they ate Nick's special concoction. The Discovery Channel was airing a New Detectives marathon, so they discussed whether they had heard of the cases being profiled as they watched.
As they finished, they placed their plates onto the coffee table and leaned back into the deep leather couch content to watch a little TV.
Within a few minutes, both Nick and Sara had drifted off to sleep unaware that they were leaning into each other.