Sara sat in the driver's seat of the Tahoe trying to breathe normally. She
needed to focus and put her professional face on. By the time Nick climbed
into the passenger side of the SUV, Sara's heart rate was almost normal.
"Brass said he'd meet us there." Nick stated trying not to look at Sara too
long. His heart rate was almost normal, but if he let his thoughts stray
too far, he wouldn't be able to focus on the task at hand.
Sara drove to the cemetery where Brass was waiting with the warrant and the coroner to have the vic's body exhumed. As they waited for the grave to be dug up, Nick and Sara stole glances at each other and tried to stifle grins each time they caught each other looking. Brass either didn't notice, or he ignored the interaction. Al noticed, but kept his comments to himself.
Sara photographed the exhumation and Nick took notes, to ensure that their trail of documentation was as complete as possible.
The pair of CSIs followed the coroner's van back to the lab without the benefit of conversation, save but a bit of small talk. They exited the Tahoe, still stealing glances at each other.
As they entered the lab, Grissom stopped Sara in the hall, "Sara, I need you to help Catherine with something. I'm sure Nick can handle Brass' case."
"Sure, Gris." Sara replied, glancing at Nick with a lopsided smile. "See you later, Nicky."
Nick tried to suppress a full grin, "Have fun, Sara." He watched her walk down the hallway admiring her slim form.
Grissom noticed the glances between the two younger CSIs, but kept his comments to himself, instead, asking Nick, "How's the case?"
"Well we had enough reasonable doubt to get a warrant and have the body of the wife exhumed." Nick replied. "I'm on my way to meet Al for the autopsy."
"Just remember, Nick. Evidence is the only thing that speaks. Stick to that, no matter how distasteful the suspect is." Grissom stated.
"Always." Nick replied, heading toward the autopsy room.
As Al began the process of preparing the body for autopsy, he had Nick remove the vic's makeup with cold cream. An odd thought crossed his mind as he wondered what Sara used to remove makeup from her face. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
As they continued to take a closer look at the body, they noticed a hand print shaped bruise on the vic's face, sure evidence that she had in fact been held against her will under water. Not necessarily enough to convict the husband, especially since they didn't have enough evidence to place him at the scene, but enough to place reasonable doubt in the mind of the insurance company who had issued the same policy the husband had used to buy his new Ferrari.
As shift came to an end, Nick found himself alone in the locker room. He let out a deep breath and stowed his jacket in his locker. He pulled off his shirt and reached into his locker to get a fresh one. He heard the locker room door open. A smiled tugged at his mouth. He felt her behind him, before he heard her whisper into his ear, "Hmm, I was right, the body under the shirt is fine."
Nick turned around to face a grinning Sara, his shirt still in his hand. He crossed his arms in front of him and smiled at her, taking in all of her with his eyes, "And you're still sexy as hell, Sara."
She stepped closer to him, teasing him, "What are you going to do about it, Nicky?"
Nick raised an eyebrow. Did she have any idea what he wanted to do to her? He let out a deep breath, "What do you want me to do about it, Sar?"
Sara stopped in her tracks. She knew if they crossed the line from flirting to actually acting on it, their relationship would change dramatically. She looked away from Nick and let out a deep breath.
Nick reached over and caressed her cheek with his fingers. Her eyes looked up into his and she couldn't help but melt. She searched his eyes and glanced at his lips. Standing this close to Nick, who still held his shirt in his hand, was almost too much. Nick leaned toward her and heard Sara take a sharp intake of breath. Her eyes fluttered closed. She could feel his breath on her cheek, as he whispered, "Not here. Not now. We're both off the schedule tomorrow night. I'll pick you up at 6:00. Dress warm." Nick's lips brushed her cheek.
Sara's eyes fluttered open as she nodded her reply. Nick pulled his shirt on and kissed his fingertips before placing them on Sara's lips.
Sara whispered, "See you then."
Nick smiled and left the locker room leaving Sara standing there with a dopey grin on her face.
Sara drove to the cemetery where Brass was waiting with the warrant and the coroner to have the vic's body exhumed. As they waited for the grave to be dug up, Nick and Sara stole glances at each other and tried to stifle grins each time they caught each other looking. Brass either didn't notice, or he ignored the interaction. Al noticed, but kept his comments to himself.
Sara photographed the exhumation and Nick took notes, to ensure that their trail of documentation was as complete as possible.
The pair of CSIs followed the coroner's van back to the lab without the benefit of conversation, save but a bit of small talk. They exited the Tahoe, still stealing glances at each other.
As they entered the lab, Grissom stopped Sara in the hall, "Sara, I need you to help Catherine with something. I'm sure Nick can handle Brass' case."
"Sure, Gris." Sara replied, glancing at Nick with a lopsided smile. "See you later, Nicky."
Nick tried to suppress a full grin, "Have fun, Sara." He watched her walk down the hallway admiring her slim form.
Grissom noticed the glances between the two younger CSIs, but kept his comments to himself, instead, asking Nick, "How's the case?"
"Well we had enough reasonable doubt to get a warrant and have the body of the wife exhumed." Nick replied. "I'm on my way to meet Al for the autopsy."
"Just remember, Nick. Evidence is the only thing that speaks. Stick to that, no matter how distasteful the suspect is." Grissom stated.
"Always." Nick replied, heading toward the autopsy room.
As Al began the process of preparing the body for autopsy, he had Nick remove the vic's makeup with cold cream. An odd thought crossed his mind as he wondered what Sara used to remove makeup from her face. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
As they continued to take a closer look at the body, they noticed a hand print shaped bruise on the vic's face, sure evidence that she had in fact been held against her will under water. Not necessarily enough to convict the husband, especially since they didn't have enough evidence to place him at the scene, but enough to place reasonable doubt in the mind of the insurance company who had issued the same policy the husband had used to buy his new Ferrari.
As shift came to an end, Nick found himself alone in the locker room. He let out a deep breath and stowed his jacket in his locker. He pulled off his shirt and reached into his locker to get a fresh one. He heard the locker room door open. A smiled tugged at his mouth. He felt her behind him, before he heard her whisper into his ear, "Hmm, I was right, the body under the shirt is fine."
Nick turned around to face a grinning Sara, his shirt still in his hand. He crossed his arms in front of him and smiled at her, taking in all of her with his eyes, "And you're still sexy as hell, Sara."
She stepped closer to him, teasing him, "What are you going to do about it, Nicky?"
Nick raised an eyebrow. Did she have any idea what he wanted to do to her? He let out a deep breath, "What do you want me to do about it, Sar?"
Sara stopped in her tracks. She knew if they crossed the line from flirting to actually acting on it, their relationship would change dramatically. She looked away from Nick and let out a deep breath.
Nick reached over and caressed her cheek with his fingers. Her eyes looked up into his and she couldn't help but melt. She searched his eyes and glanced at his lips. Standing this close to Nick, who still held his shirt in his hand, was almost too much. Nick leaned toward her and heard Sara take a sharp intake of breath. Her eyes fluttered closed. She could feel his breath on her cheek, as he whispered, "Not here. Not now. We're both off the schedule tomorrow night. I'll pick you up at 6:00. Dress warm." Nick's lips brushed her cheek.
Sara's eyes fluttered open as she nodded her reply. Nick pulled his shirt on and kissed his fingertips before placing them on Sara's lips.
Sara whispered, "See you then."
Nick smiled and left the locker room leaving Sara standing there with a dopey grin on her face.
