Looking into a high powered microscope, Nick was comparing the fiber
samples he and Catherine had gathered to the triangular fiber they had
found on the vic's tie. So far, he had not found a match. He was deep in
thought when Sara walked in and stopped next to him, "Anything interesting,
Nick?" she asked.
Nick looked up from the scope and replied, "Hey, Sar. No, I've been comparing the samples that Catherine and I got earlier to the fiber found on the vic, but nothing matches so far. How did it go at LV Transit?"
She smiled as she leaned her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her fists, "I've been buried under paper since Warrick and I got back, but I just talked to Brass and he was on his way to pick up the driver. They should be here in about half an hour."
"Good." He smiled at Sara, then a more serious expression came over his face, "Hey, Sara. Maybe this isn't the best time to bring this up, but I think we should talk about earlier."
Sara averted her eyes from Nick and then looked back at him before she responded, "Yeah, I guess we should."
Nick began, "I wanted to apologize to you. I, uh, didn't invite you over so I could fall asleep on you, literally."
Sara's cheeks began to flush pink remembering the very personal encounter they had shared and she turned her eyes from Nick again.
He began again, "I think I must have still been asleep when we uh, I thought I was dreaming," Nick's cheeks turned red as he tried to continue, "There is just no good way to say this, is there?"
Sara looked back at him and chuckled, "Who thought that Nick Stokes could be rendered speechless? So do you dream about me often?" she asked winking, only half joking.
Nick grinned at Sara, "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Sara swatted at Nick's arm, but remained silent.
Nick's face once again wore a serious expression, "Sara, I really am sorry. I feel like I took advantage of you without permission. That's not my style. I feel really bad."
Sara looked Nick in the eye with a serious expression on her face, "Nick, stop. You don't need to beat yourself up. I mean it's not like I didn't kiss you back." Realizing what she was saying, her face began to tinge pink and she turned away.
A lopsided grin erupted on Nick's face, "Yes, you did, Sara Sidle, yes, you did."
Sara looked back at him and took note of his expression. She blushed, but didn't avert her gaze this time. "So, was it is as good as your dreams about me?"
"Better, much better, Sara." Nick admitted.
"You weren't so bad yourself," Sara whispered and looked away.
"Not bad, eh?" Nick asked.
"Ok, so pretty good." Sara blushed a deeper shade of pink still not looking directly at Nick.
"Just pretty good?" Nick pressed nudging her arm.
"Ok, so it was better than I, uh." Sara's face was quite red.
"Oh, so are you saying that you dream about me too, Sara?" Nick whispered huskily in her ear.
All she could manage was, "Yeah," as she looked into Nick's eyes.
They remained that way for several minutes just looking at each other until they heard someone behind them clearing their throat. As they both turned in the direction of the noise, Catherine arched an eyebrow and leaned on the door frame, "Did I interrupt something?"
"Uh, no!" they both replied simultaneously, jumping apart.
Continuing, Catherine said, "Yeah, ok. Anyway, Brass is here with the bus driver. You might want to go down and talk to him." With that she turned on her heals and walked down the hall muttering under her breath and smiling "Those two are so busted."
Sara looked over at Nick after Catherine left the room, "How long do you think she was standing there?"
"Long enough to know we should both expect an interrogation. I got the first dose on our trip to get the fiber samples earlier." Nick replied.
Curious, Sara raised an eyebrow as if to say 'do tell'.
Nick continued, "She told me some story about how our cell phones block out most background noise except for what is within about 2 feet. I think she might have heard me through your phone when she called to wake you up earlier." Nick looked down with an embarrassed look on his face.
Sara laughed. Nick looked up at her. Sara grinned, "Yeah, I got a little interrogation of my own from Warrick. He commented that I should be careful about coming in wearing the same clothes as the day before, especially when I walk in with you. He said people will talk."
Nick interjected, "Sounds like they already are, Sara."
"Hey, we'd better go find Brass so we can talk to the driver. I'll go grab the stuff that Warrick and I got earlier. Meet you there." Sara said as she breezed out of the lab and down the hall.
Several minutes later, Nick and Sara were seated talking with Ed Connley. He explained exactly how he kept track of passengers as they came on the bus. With his help they were able to determine who his regulars were and who held LV Transit cards. By the end of shift they had determined that all but three of the twenty-seven passengers had paid by the card. The three others, one of which was their vic Michael Stone, had paid cash. They had compiled a list of the twenty-four card bearing passengers, they only had two unidentified passengers, and according to the driver, one of those was an elderly woman who was an infrequent regular. She sat near the front of the bus, making it implausible for her to be a suspect on several levels. Brass would contact the list of the twenty-four other passengers that they had identified and ask them to come in for questioning.
Nick and Sara left the interview room and made their way down the hall toward the break room. As they entered, Grissom looked up from a file that he was reading. "How did the interview with the driver go?"
Sara answered, "Good. We've got twenty-four of the twenty-seven passengers identified, oh, twenty-five if you count the vic. Only three cash fares, one of which was the vic, and one of the others is an elderly woman who sat near the front. So if we can identify our twenty-seventh passenger, we may have our killer."
"Has anyone printed the money from the fare collection device from the bus?" Grissom inquired with pursed lips and a single eyebrow raised.
Sara and Nick exchanged glances. "Right on it, Gris." Nick replied as the two of them left the break room headed toward evidence storage. "I hate it when he does that."
Sara just smiled and laughed, "That's Grissom for you."
Nick looked up from the scope and replied, "Hey, Sar. No, I've been comparing the samples that Catherine and I got earlier to the fiber found on the vic, but nothing matches so far. How did it go at LV Transit?"
She smiled as she leaned her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her fists, "I've been buried under paper since Warrick and I got back, but I just talked to Brass and he was on his way to pick up the driver. They should be here in about half an hour."
"Good." He smiled at Sara, then a more serious expression came over his face, "Hey, Sara. Maybe this isn't the best time to bring this up, but I think we should talk about earlier."
Sara averted her eyes from Nick and then looked back at him before she responded, "Yeah, I guess we should."
Nick began, "I wanted to apologize to you. I, uh, didn't invite you over so I could fall asleep on you, literally."
Sara's cheeks began to flush pink remembering the very personal encounter they had shared and she turned her eyes from Nick again.
He began again, "I think I must have still been asleep when we uh, I thought I was dreaming," Nick's cheeks turned red as he tried to continue, "There is just no good way to say this, is there?"
Sara looked back at him and chuckled, "Who thought that Nick Stokes could be rendered speechless? So do you dream about me often?" she asked winking, only half joking.
Nick grinned at Sara, "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Sara swatted at Nick's arm, but remained silent.
Nick's face once again wore a serious expression, "Sara, I really am sorry. I feel like I took advantage of you without permission. That's not my style. I feel really bad."
Sara looked Nick in the eye with a serious expression on her face, "Nick, stop. You don't need to beat yourself up. I mean it's not like I didn't kiss you back." Realizing what she was saying, her face began to tinge pink and she turned away.
A lopsided grin erupted on Nick's face, "Yes, you did, Sara Sidle, yes, you did."
Sara looked back at him and took note of his expression. She blushed, but didn't avert her gaze this time. "So, was it is as good as your dreams about me?"
"Better, much better, Sara." Nick admitted.
"You weren't so bad yourself," Sara whispered and looked away.
"Not bad, eh?" Nick asked.
"Ok, so pretty good." Sara blushed a deeper shade of pink still not looking directly at Nick.
"Just pretty good?" Nick pressed nudging her arm.
"Ok, so it was better than I, uh." Sara's face was quite red.
"Oh, so are you saying that you dream about me too, Sara?" Nick whispered huskily in her ear.
All she could manage was, "Yeah," as she looked into Nick's eyes.
They remained that way for several minutes just looking at each other until they heard someone behind them clearing their throat. As they both turned in the direction of the noise, Catherine arched an eyebrow and leaned on the door frame, "Did I interrupt something?"
"Uh, no!" they both replied simultaneously, jumping apart.
Continuing, Catherine said, "Yeah, ok. Anyway, Brass is here with the bus driver. You might want to go down and talk to him." With that she turned on her heals and walked down the hall muttering under her breath and smiling "Those two are so busted."
Sara looked over at Nick after Catherine left the room, "How long do you think she was standing there?"
"Long enough to know we should both expect an interrogation. I got the first dose on our trip to get the fiber samples earlier." Nick replied.
Curious, Sara raised an eyebrow as if to say 'do tell'.
Nick continued, "She told me some story about how our cell phones block out most background noise except for what is within about 2 feet. I think she might have heard me through your phone when she called to wake you up earlier." Nick looked down with an embarrassed look on his face.
Sara laughed. Nick looked up at her. Sara grinned, "Yeah, I got a little interrogation of my own from Warrick. He commented that I should be careful about coming in wearing the same clothes as the day before, especially when I walk in with you. He said people will talk."
Nick interjected, "Sounds like they already are, Sara."
"Hey, we'd better go find Brass so we can talk to the driver. I'll go grab the stuff that Warrick and I got earlier. Meet you there." Sara said as she breezed out of the lab and down the hall.
Several minutes later, Nick and Sara were seated talking with Ed Connley. He explained exactly how he kept track of passengers as they came on the bus. With his help they were able to determine who his regulars were and who held LV Transit cards. By the end of shift they had determined that all but three of the twenty-seven passengers had paid by the card. The three others, one of which was their vic Michael Stone, had paid cash. They had compiled a list of the twenty-four card bearing passengers, they only had two unidentified passengers, and according to the driver, one of those was an elderly woman who was an infrequent regular. She sat near the front of the bus, making it implausible for her to be a suspect on several levels. Brass would contact the list of the twenty-four other passengers that they had identified and ask them to come in for questioning.
Nick and Sara left the interview room and made their way down the hall toward the break room. As they entered, Grissom looked up from a file that he was reading. "How did the interview with the driver go?"
Sara answered, "Good. We've got twenty-four of the twenty-seven passengers identified, oh, twenty-five if you count the vic. Only three cash fares, one of which was the vic, and one of the others is an elderly woman who sat near the front. So if we can identify our twenty-seventh passenger, we may have our killer."
"Has anyone printed the money from the fare collection device from the bus?" Grissom inquired with pursed lips and a single eyebrow raised.
Sara and Nick exchanged glances. "Right on it, Gris." Nick replied as the two of them left the break room headed toward evidence storage. "I hate it when he does that."
Sara just smiled and laughed, "That's Grissom for you."