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~*~ Two Weeks Later ~*~
"Hey Nick" Sara called out, poking her head into the lab. She spotted Nick, who was at this time engrossed in an object under the microscope.
"Yeah," He muttered.
"Guess what I found in my mailbox when shift started," she questioned. She stepped into the lab. Both she and Nick were confined in the lab; everyone else was out in the field tonight.
"The new Victoria Secret catalogue," Nick snapped back; the grin on his face widening.
"Ha," she smiled weakly and rolled her eyes. He took a step back from the microscope and walked towards Sara. She handed him the envelope, and took a moment to read over it.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of Michelle Stokes to Jason Watts.
"She sent you an invitation?" Nick asked in surprise.
"You're the one holding the invitation," she commented.
"Well, do you want to go?" He asked sincerely as he looked up from inspecting the invitation. Her eyes shifted from side to side, and she twiddled her thumbs - she looked uneasy, finally, she bit her lower lip.
"Then you don't have to go. You're off the hook, I'll call her, and I'll her that you won't be able to make it to the wedding," Nick answered, taking a hint from her actions.
"What wedding?" Catherine asked, intrigued at the topic she overheard on her way to Grissom's office.
"It's nothing," Nick answered, trying to conceal the invitation. Catherine looked at him, knowing that there was something else.
"My sister Michelle is getting married, and she invited Sara," he admitted. 'Always a sucker for women,' his mind stated.
"That's wonderful; you're going right?" She questioned, looking at Sara.
"She's not going," Nick answered for Sara.
"Well, why not?" Catherine asked. "I know it's not about getting a date. You have Nick over here," she continued, patting Nick's back.
"I don't like weddings," Sara responded.
"And you're not going to come," Nick finally concluded. Catherine glared at him.
"Catherine, stop. I'm not going," Sara said, before Catherine could protest.
Sara stormed out of the room; the only person that stopped her was Grissom,
"Ah, you're here," she smiled. He motioned for her to return to into the room.
"Coffee?" he offered. She shook her head, frustrated that she couldn't leave and bury herself in her work.
"What's up?" She questioned, trying very much to sound normal and trying to keep calm.
"You need to go on vacation," Grissom opened.
"No thanks, we have enough work to do," she scoffed.
"No, I mean you have maxed out on your overtime this month, wait scratch that, for 2 months, plus you haven't taken a vacation in a long time.
"So?" Sara questioned.
"So, I refuse to be spoken off as a slave driver," he commented.
"Ooh, now you can go to the wedding," Catherine interrupted.
"No. If I'm going to be forced to take a vacation, I'd rather stay at home," Sara answered modestly.
"And read forensics journals?" Catherine questioned.
"What's wrong with reading forensics journals?" Sara inquired.
"What wedding?" Grissom asked; a mask of confusion on his face.
"Nick's sister is getting married and she wanted Sara to attend," Catherine answered for both of the CSI's beside her.
"Perfect. Sara, you need a life. Maybe Nick could help you out with that." Sara glared at her supervisor.
"I doubt it."
With that, she forced herself out of the room; leaving Grissom, Catherine, and Nick to their own devices.
Sure enough, for the next two shifts, Sara buried herself in work, never really exposing herself to the others, knowing that they would eventually hound her. She didn't go out to lunch; instead, she ordered in and ate Chinese and pasta. Since she was maxed out on hours, she was confined to the lab, working on evidence that needed to be processed. 'Perfect' her mind said excitedly, sighting that he was on the phone. 'Walk in there, grab the printout and walked out," her mind formulated. Slowly, careful not to make a noise, she stepped into the room, she held her lab coat tightly around her, just to make sure that it didn't flap out and make a noise while she walked. 'Almost there' Sara said to herself.
"Hold on," Nick talked on the phone.
"Sara," he asked.
'Damn' Sara thought to herself.
"Uh huh," she vocalized, pretending to be normal. She stood by the printout and looked at Nick, he too walked over to her and handed her the phone. Sara furrowed her forehead and mouthed "who?"
"My mother" he mouthed back. "No," Sara answered shaking her head. Nick raised an eyebrow, and smiled, putting on his best "sad-puppy-dog" look.
'Damn,' Sara's mind screamed, taking the phone from Nick.
"Hello?"
"Hi dear," a voice called out.
"Sara?"
"Yes, that would be me," Sara smiled at the calming sound of the southern accent that poured into the phone. She smiled at Nick, and continued to listen closely.
"Well dear, Michelle has told be about you, and I am just dying to meet you. I've always wondered what Nick has been up to, and well, as much as I trust Nick, there are just some things he isn't willing to tell his mother. I can't wait to talk you,"
"Uh," Sara paused. She smiled once again, 'she's right about that,' her mind commented.
"Well dear, you are coming to the wedding aren't you? Did you receive the invitation," Nick's mother questioned.
"Yes, I did receive it," Sara answered, she looked at Nick, his face full of questions. Her face was filled with confusion as well; she didn't know what to say or how to explain her situation.
"Good, then see you soon. I am very much looking forward to seeing you," Nick's mother continued.
"Yeah, but-" Sara protested.
"Well dear, I have to go, but tell Nicky to call before he leaves Vegas. Send my love," Nick's mother concluded. She left little time for Sara to say anything, as the line went silent.
'Damn,' Sara's mind concluded. She flipped the phone off, and looked at Nick. He just smiled and shrugged.
TBC
A/N - Hmm... what's going to happen next? Do you want to know? Please review and tell me what you honestly think. Feedback would be awesome. :)
~*~ Two Weeks Later ~*~
"Hey Nick" Sara called out, poking her head into the lab. She spotted Nick, who was at this time engrossed in an object under the microscope.
"Yeah," He muttered.
"Guess what I found in my mailbox when shift started," she questioned. She stepped into the lab. Both she and Nick were confined in the lab; everyone else was out in the field tonight.
"The new Victoria Secret catalogue," Nick snapped back; the grin on his face widening.
"Ha," she smiled weakly and rolled her eyes. He took a step back from the microscope and walked towards Sara. She handed him the envelope, and took a moment to read over it.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of Michelle Stokes to Jason Watts.
"She sent you an invitation?" Nick asked in surprise.
"You're the one holding the invitation," she commented.
"Well, do you want to go?" He asked sincerely as he looked up from inspecting the invitation. Her eyes shifted from side to side, and she twiddled her thumbs - she looked uneasy, finally, she bit her lower lip.
"Then you don't have to go. You're off the hook, I'll call her, and I'll her that you won't be able to make it to the wedding," Nick answered, taking a hint from her actions.
"What wedding?" Catherine asked, intrigued at the topic she overheard on her way to Grissom's office.
"It's nothing," Nick answered, trying to conceal the invitation. Catherine looked at him, knowing that there was something else.
"My sister Michelle is getting married, and she invited Sara," he admitted. 'Always a sucker for women,' his mind stated.
"That's wonderful; you're going right?" She questioned, looking at Sara.
"She's not going," Nick answered for Sara.
"Well, why not?" Catherine asked. "I know it's not about getting a date. You have Nick over here," she continued, patting Nick's back.
"I don't like weddings," Sara responded.
"And you're not going to come," Nick finally concluded. Catherine glared at him.
"Catherine, stop. I'm not going," Sara said, before Catherine could protest.
Sara stormed out of the room; the only person that stopped her was Grissom,
"Ah, you're here," she smiled. He motioned for her to return to into the room.
"Coffee?" he offered. She shook her head, frustrated that she couldn't leave and bury herself in her work.
"What's up?" She questioned, trying very much to sound normal and trying to keep calm.
"You need to go on vacation," Grissom opened.
"No thanks, we have enough work to do," she scoffed.
"No, I mean you have maxed out on your overtime this month, wait scratch that, for 2 months, plus you haven't taken a vacation in a long time.
"So?" Sara questioned.
"So, I refuse to be spoken off as a slave driver," he commented.
"Ooh, now you can go to the wedding," Catherine interrupted.
"No. If I'm going to be forced to take a vacation, I'd rather stay at home," Sara answered modestly.
"And read forensics journals?" Catherine questioned.
"What's wrong with reading forensics journals?" Sara inquired.
"What wedding?" Grissom asked; a mask of confusion on his face.
"Nick's sister is getting married and she wanted Sara to attend," Catherine answered for both of the CSI's beside her.
"Perfect. Sara, you need a life. Maybe Nick could help you out with that." Sara glared at her supervisor.
"I doubt it."
With that, she forced herself out of the room; leaving Grissom, Catherine, and Nick to their own devices.
Sure enough, for the next two shifts, Sara buried herself in work, never really exposing herself to the others, knowing that they would eventually hound her. She didn't go out to lunch; instead, she ordered in and ate Chinese and pasta. Since she was maxed out on hours, she was confined to the lab, working on evidence that needed to be processed. 'Perfect' her mind said excitedly, sighting that he was on the phone. 'Walk in there, grab the printout and walked out," her mind formulated. Slowly, careful not to make a noise, she stepped into the room, she held her lab coat tightly around her, just to make sure that it didn't flap out and make a noise while she walked. 'Almost there' Sara said to herself.
"Hold on," Nick talked on the phone.
"Sara," he asked.
'Damn' Sara thought to herself.
"Uh huh," she vocalized, pretending to be normal. She stood by the printout and looked at Nick, he too walked over to her and handed her the phone. Sara furrowed her forehead and mouthed "who?"
"My mother" he mouthed back. "No," Sara answered shaking her head. Nick raised an eyebrow, and smiled, putting on his best "sad-puppy-dog" look.
'Damn,' Sara's mind screamed, taking the phone from Nick.
"Hello?"
"Hi dear," a voice called out.
"Sara?"
"Yes, that would be me," Sara smiled at the calming sound of the southern accent that poured into the phone. She smiled at Nick, and continued to listen closely.
"Well dear, Michelle has told be about you, and I am just dying to meet you. I've always wondered what Nick has been up to, and well, as much as I trust Nick, there are just some things he isn't willing to tell his mother. I can't wait to talk you,"
"Uh," Sara paused. She smiled once again, 'she's right about that,' her mind commented.
"Well dear, you are coming to the wedding aren't you? Did you receive the invitation," Nick's mother questioned.
"Yes, I did receive it," Sara answered, she looked at Nick, his face full of questions. Her face was filled with confusion as well; she didn't know what to say or how to explain her situation.
"Good, then see you soon. I am very much looking forward to seeing you," Nick's mother continued.
"Yeah, but-" Sara protested.
"Well dear, I have to go, but tell Nicky to call before he leaves Vegas. Send my love," Nick's mother concluded. She left little time for Sara to say anything, as the line went silent.
'Damn,' Sara's mind concluded. She flipped the phone off, and looked at Nick. He just smiled and shrugged.
TBC
A/N - Hmm... what's going to happen next? Do you want to know? Please review and tell me what you honestly think. Feedback would be awesome. :)