Nick and Sara arrived at the Lake Mead Recreation Area and pulled into the lot near the lake. This had become a special place to them because they had discussed some deep things here and had shared their first real kiss there. The lot had only two other cars in it when they arrived, but they didn't see anyone nearby. Most likely the occupants of the other cars were off exploring the lakeshore. Nick grabbed a duffle bag from the back seat as they exited the Tahoe. Sara raised a curious eyebrow, "What do you have there, Stokes?"

Nick flashed her a big Texas grin, "Can't get anything past you can I, Sidle."

She grinned back at him, "I'm an investigator, Stokes. Remember? You still didn't answer my question."

Nick had made his way around to where Sara was standing next to the Tahoe. He planted a soft sweet kiss on her lips before answering her question. "I thought maybe we could play catch."

Sara laughed, "Catch."

Nick gave her a sheepish grin, "Yeah, it'll be fun." He pulled out a football.

Sara standing with her arms crossed, teased, "Wow, are all the boys from Texas this romantic?"

Nick clutched the football to his heart, "Ouch that hurts, Sidle. You may have heard that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but in Texas it's through his football."

Sara laughed deeply. "Ok, Stokes, bring it on."

They spent nearly an hour playing catch and laughing at each other. Finally, they decided to take a break and just sit by the lake.

"Hey, Nick, you don't throw too badly." Sara said trying not to smile.

"Not too bad?!" Nick replied before he realized Sara was teasing. "I'll have you know that I was quarterback on my high school team for two years and we made our division playoffs. We almost made it to State my senior year."

Sara winked at him, "Gotcha."

Nick grinned a bit embarrassed. "Ok, so we Texans get a little wrapped up in football." He looked away from her still smiling.

"I was on a team once." Sara volunteered.

Nick raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"It was a complete disaster. I was six and my mom thought it would be a good idea for me to try organized sports. I'm not sure if T-ball qualifies, but since I ran the wrong way around the bases, uh, let's just way that I didn't want to play the next year." Sara explained.

"I never figured you for a quitter, Sidle." Nick teased.

She swatted at his arm, "I'm not a quitter. I just know my limitations." She smiled at him smugly.

"Oh, really." Nick raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Ok, so I'm a workaholic. I know what I'm good at and I stick with it." She smiled at him.

Nick looked at his watch. "Speaking of work, we'd better head back or neither of us is going to get any sleep before we have to be back at work."

Sara stood up and offered him a hand, "Yeah."

He grabbed her hand and pulled her back down into his lap, with a wide grin on his face. "A little too anxious aren't you?"

"You know how much I like work." She simply grinned at him before planting a soft kiss on his lips.

"So what do you like better, work or this?" Nick asked flirtatiously.

She kissed him again a little longer, "Hmm, I think I'll have to do a little more examination of the evidence before I can come to a conclusion." She smiled, looking into his eyes.

"I think that can be arranged. But we really should get back." Nick laughed, "Ok, let's go, Sidle." He helped her off his laugh and she offered him a hand up. They walked hand in hand to the Tahoe and Nick kissed Sara before she got in the passenger side.

They made there way back to Vegas bantering back and forth and laughing. Nick pulled into the parking lot of the lab and dropped Sara off at her Tahoe. She leaned in for one last kiss before getting out. "See you before shift."

He grinned at her and winked, "Yeah, I'll be looking forward to it."

As they exited the parking lot, Nick turned left and Sara turned right as they headed to their respective homes to get some much needed sleep.