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___________________ Nick opened the door to the Mirage Hotel for Sara. "After you, my dear," he said to her.
"Thanks Nick," she said giggling. She moved in closer to him and he didn't seem to notice. ^Oh well, here goes nothing,^ she thought as she moved in even close to him and put her arm around him. There. That got his attention this time. To Sara's surprise though, Nick didn't say anything. He just put his arm around her. Sara smiled with contempt. They walked up to the front desk like this.
"Hi. I'm Sara Sidle and this is Nick Stokes," Sara said, introducing themselves. She put more oomph on the last part.
"We have a letter addressed to a Grissom behind your counter," Nick said. "May we take a look at it?"
"You most certainly can," Replied the receptionist. She started going through the mountain of papers on the desk. She looked under this, and over that. Finally, after what seemed like hours to Nick, she found it. "Would this be it?" she asked them. She held up a crisp, white envelope with the words "for Grissom" typed across it.
"That must be it," said Nick in relief. "Thank you." He took the letter nad pit it in a evidence bag that he brought. This he had in one hand and he took Sara's hand in his other. They walked out the door hand in hand and out to the Tahoe. "Think Grissom can wait a few more Minutes than he absolutely has to?" he asked Sara.
"What do you mean?" she asked back, perplexed.
"Well, we don't have to wait until we get back to your place this morning." Nick trailed off.
Sara smiled a devious smile. "He can wait." It was her this time who took Nick's hand and hopped into the backseat with him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"I cannot believe that the fucking camera wasn't even working!" Catherine raged. She was pissed. "What are we going to do now?"
"Dust for prints," replied Grissom, as calm as the night.
"Dust for prints?! Grissom, a valuable piece of evidence got away because some equipment in your lab wasn't working! What do you say to that?"
Grissom was at a loss for words. He had never seen Catherine like this before. She was really, really mad. Just about all he could do was stand there and stand thee staring at her. Anything he said most likely would hurt his cause, so he kept his mouth shut this time around.
"That's what I thought. Well, all I know now is that one of us needs to go to QD and get Warrick's note analyzed. I'll be back with the results when I get them." She stormed off down the hall. ^I cannot believe that he would let his equipment go unfixed. And the camera went out just today! The county will have a field day with this! Yay, now I get to take this damn letter to QD. At least it's away from Grissom.^ She seethed about Grissom all the way.
When she finally got to QD, she shoved the note at the lab tech. Mandy was working here tonight. "Analyze this for handwriting and every other possible thing you can think of." Catherine snapped. "Top priority."
"Okay, whatever you say," said Mandy. "Miss pissy," she added under her breath.
"What the hell did you just say?" Catherine growled. She was staring down at her nails, having not a care in the world.
"Nothing, nothing."
"Good. You better not have."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Wow," said Sara, emerging from the backseat. "That made my day."
"Mine too," said Nick, who was just getting into the backseat.
Sara looked at Nick admirably. "Your hair is sticking up a bit. Let me fix that for you," she said to him. Sara extended her hand and smoothed Nick's hair down. She had obviously not seen her own hair yet, because it looked worse than it did when she woke up in the afternoon, which was pretty bad.
"Nice," Nick said, enjoying Sara's touch. "Thanks Sara." He started the Tahoe and began to drive.
Sara opened up the visor mirror to neaten herself. Thankfully, she had brought her purse, which had everything she needed. She was just putting on her lipstick when Nick swerved and caused the lipstick to go way off course. "Ni-ick," she whined. "You made me mess up my damn lipstick."
"Well, what do you want me to do?" asked Nick. "That guy was going to run me over if I didn't get out of his way. Do you want us both to be dead? Never mind. Do you want me to pull over and fix that for you?"
"Yeah," Sara responded. "That'd be nice."
"Good." Nick pulled over on the side of the road and stopped the Tahoe. He put is thumb up to Sara's face to wipe off the lipstick, but he never got around to doing what he set out to do. Instead, he pulled he close to him and gave her a nice, long kiss.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Grissom was in Warrick's office dusting for prints. He didn't find one yet, and he had a feeling that he wasn't going to either. "Where are those two?" he asked himself, meaning Sara and Nick. "I sent them out over an hour ago."
He got up and put the lid back on the dusting powder, giving up hope. He took the powder and his brush to his office and set them down on his desk. He then sat down in his chair and sighed. Where was Warrick? Grissom resolved to find him. In the meantime, he decided to call Nick to see what was taking so long.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Now you have lipstick on you too!" remarked Sara. "Let me wipe it off for you." She took a Kleenex from her purse and wiped Nick's face. "There. Now let's get back on the road. I think--"
Sara was cut off buy Nick's phone, which had just started to ring. Nick picked up his Phone and answered it. "Stokes." He listened for a second, then mouthed the words, "It's Grissom," to Sara. She replied with a nod.
"Yes Grissom, we're about five minutes away."
"Did you get the note?"
"Yes. It's sitting right here beside me in the evidence bag." Nick was glad that he remembered to do this much.
"Good, good. How is Sara?"
"Fine."
"Can I talk to her?"
"Yeah. Here she is." He handed the phone to Sara. "Grissom wants to talk to you," he told her.
Sara took the phone. "Hi Grissom."
"Hi. How's everything going?"
"Good."
"Good. Well, see you when you get back to the lab. Bye." Grissom hung up and Sara handed Nick back his phone.
"What Grissom want?" asked Nick.
"Nothing."
"Oh."
They drove the rest of the way in silence. Nick concentrated on the road; Sara still fixing her hair and makeup.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Catherine sat in the lab and waited.
"Aren't you done yet?!" she asked for about the fifth time. She was very impatient at the present moment.
"I already told you Catherine," Mandy was saying, "these things take time and if you don't want to wait, either go and do something else and I'll page you when I'm done, or get your ass in here and help me."
"I'm fine sitting here. Hurry up."
To Be Continued.
___________________ Nick opened the door to the Mirage Hotel for Sara. "After you, my dear," he said to her.
"Thanks Nick," she said giggling. She moved in closer to him and he didn't seem to notice. ^Oh well, here goes nothing,^ she thought as she moved in even close to him and put her arm around him. There. That got his attention this time. To Sara's surprise though, Nick didn't say anything. He just put his arm around her. Sara smiled with contempt. They walked up to the front desk like this.
"Hi. I'm Sara Sidle and this is Nick Stokes," Sara said, introducing themselves. She put more oomph on the last part.
"We have a letter addressed to a Grissom behind your counter," Nick said. "May we take a look at it?"
"You most certainly can," Replied the receptionist. She started going through the mountain of papers on the desk. She looked under this, and over that. Finally, after what seemed like hours to Nick, she found it. "Would this be it?" she asked them. She held up a crisp, white envelope with the words "for Grissom" typed across it.
"That must be it," said Nick in relief. "Thank you." He took the letter nad pit it in a evidence bag that he brought. This he had in one hand and he took Sara's hand in his other. They walked out the door hand in hand and out to the Tahoe. "Think Grissom can wait a few more Minutes than he absolutely has to?" he asked Sara.
"What do you mean?" she asked back, perplexed.
"Well, we don't have to wait until we get back to your place this morning." Nick trailed off.
Sara smiled a devious smile. "He can wait." It was her this time who took Nick's hand and hopped into the backseat with him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"I cannot believe that the fucking camera wasn't even working!" Catherine raged. She was pissed. "What are we going to do now?"
"Dust for prints," replied Grissom, as calm as the night.
"Dust for prints?! Grissom, a valuable piece of evidence got away because some equipment in your lab wasn't working! What do you say to that?"
Grissom was at a loss for words. He had never seen Catherine like this before. She was really, really mad. Just about all he could do was stand there and stand thee staring at her. Anything he said most likely would hurt his cause, so he kept his mouth shut this time around.
"That's what I thought. Well, all I know now is that one of us needs to go to QD and get Warrick's note analyzed. I'll be back with the results when I get them." She stormed off down the hall. ^I cannot believe that he would let his equipment go unfixed. And the camera went out just today! The county will have a field day with this! Yay, now I get to take this damn letter to QD. At least it's away from Grissom.^ She seethed about Grissom all the way.
When she finally got to QD, she shoved the note at the lab tech. Mandy was working here tonight. "Analyze this for handwriting and every other possible thing you can think of." Catherine snapped. "Top priority."
"Okay, whatever you say," said Mandy. "Miss pissy," she added under her breath.
"What the hell did you just say?" Catherine growled. She was staring down at her nails, having not a care in the world.
"Nothing, nothing."
"Good. You better not have."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Wow," said Sara, emerging from the backseat. "That made my day."
"Mine too," said Nick, who was just getting into the backseat.
Sara looked at Nick admirably. "Your hair is sticking up a bit. Let me fix that for you," she said to him. Sara extended her hand and smoothed Nick's hair down. She had obviously not seen her own hair yet, because it looked worse than it did when she woke up in the afternoon, which was pretty bad.
"Nice," Nick said, enjoying Sara's touch. "Thanks Sara." He started the Tahoe and began to drive.
Sara opened up the visor mirror to neaten herself. Thankfully, she had brought her purse, which had everything she needed. She was just putting on her lipstick when Nick swerved and caused the lipstick to go way off course. "Ni-ick," she whined. "You made me mess up my damn lipstick."
"Well, what do you want me to do?" asked Nick. "That guy was going to run me over if I didn't get out of his way. Do you want us both to be dead? Never mind. Do you want me to pull over and fix that for you?"
"Yeah," Sara responded. "That'd be nice."
"Good." Nick pulled over on the side of the road and stopped the Tahoe. He put is thumb up to Sara's face to wipe off the lipstick, but he never got around to doing what he set out to do. Instead, he pulled he close to him and gave her a nice, long kiss.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Grissom was in Warrick's office dusting for prints. He didn't find one yet, and he had a feeling that he wasn't going to either. "Where are those two?" he asked himself, meaning Sara and Nick. "I sent them out over an hour ago."
He got up and put the lid back on the dusting powder, giving up hope. He took the powder and his brush to his office and set them down on his desk. He then sat down in his chair and sighed. Where was Warrick? Grissom resolved to find him. In the meantime, he decided to call Nick to see what was taking so long.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Now you have lipstick on you too!" remarked Sara. "Let me wipe it off for you." She took a Kleenex from her purse and wiped Nick's face. "There. Now let's get back on the road. I think--"
Sara was cut off buy Nick's phone, which had just started to ring. Nick picked up his Phone and answered it. "Stokes." He listened for a second, then mouthed the words, "It's Grissom," to Sara. She replied with a nod.
"Yes Grissom, we're about five minutes away."
"Did you get the note?"
"Yes. It's sitting right here beside me in the evidence bag." Nick was glad that he remembered to do this much.
"Good, good. How is Sara?"
"Fine."
"Can I talk to her?"
"Yeah. Here she is." He handed the phone to Sara. "Grissom wants to talk to you," he told her.
Sara took the phone. "Hi Grissom."
"Hi. How's everything going?"
"Good."
"Good. Well, see you when you get back to the lab. Bye." Grissom hung up and Sara handed Nick back his phone.
"What Grissom want?" asked Nick.
"Nothing."
"Oh."
They drove the rest of the way in silence. Nick concentrated on the road; Sara still fixing her hair and makeup.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Catherine sat in the lab and waited.
"Aren't you done yet?!" she asked for about the fifth time. She was very impatient at the present moment.
"I already told you Catherine," Mandy was saying, "these things take time and if you don't want to wait, either go and do something else and I'll page you when I'm done, or get your ass in here and help me."
"I'm fine sitting here. Hurry up."
To Be Continued.