Nick looked like he'd had no sleep when he pulled himself into work that
evening. He had kept himself awake all day thinking about the dress
Catherine was going to help Sara pick out. It wasn't that he didn't try
and sleep, it just would not come. So here he was pouring a cup of coffee,
hoping it would help him make it through shift when Catherine walked in.
Catherine took one look at Nick and chuckled, "I take it your imagination has been working overtime, Nick."
Nick looked over at Catherine as he took a sip of his coffee and narrowed his eyes in a playful manner, "You are an evil woman, Catherine Willows. Planting thoughts of Sara in a sexy dress in my head."
"You love it and you know it." Catherine grinned wryly in response.
Warrick sauntered in, "Nick, man, you look like hell."
Nick grinned, "It's Catherine's fault."
Warrick raised his eyebrows in response, "Oh, really?"
In a conspiratorial tone, Catherine responded, "Apparently, I planted thoughts of Sara in his mind."
Warrick burst out laughing, "Dude, I don't think you can pin that one on Catherine."
A wry grin crossed Nick's face, "She left out an important detail. Didn't you Catherine?" Nick looked over at Catherine very pointedly.
She grinned, "Ok, so I told him I was going to help Sara pick out a dress for their date that would make his jaw drop."
Warrick grinned, "Catherine Willows, you are an evil woman."
Catherine just kept grinning, "You should see the dress."
Greg walked in hoping there was still some coffee left of the pot he'd brewed an hour before, "What dress is that, Catherine?" He waggled his eyebrows at her.
Warrick finished his sip of coffee and answered for her, "She helped Sara pick out a dress to wear on her date with Nick tomorrow night."
Greg looked over at Nick, "Where are you taking her, Nick my man?"
Nick looked up from his coffee, "Somewhere that wearing a dress is appropriate." He took another sip from his coffee cup.
"Ooh. Mystery. A beautiful woman in a sexy dress. Sounds hot." Greg replied a bit too dramatically.
Nick rolled his eyes.
Grissom walked in with Sara on his heals. Sara glanced at Nick and a smile tugged at her lips. Nick's eyes met hers and a grin spread across his face. Catherine and Warrick exchanged a conspiratorial glance.
"Brass has a line on where your suspect is," Grissom indicated to Nick and Sara. "As soon as he gets the go ahead from his uniforms that the suspect is there, he's going to page you. Stay here and catch up on paperwork until you hear from him. Warrick and Catherine, I need you to head out to the Bellagio. Suspicious death in one of the luxury suites. Greg, I'm going to give you a chance for a little field work. We've got a decomp in the desert."
With that, shift began and the CSIs went off on their respective assignments. Nick and Sara lingered in the break room. Sara looked over at Nick, taking in his tired appearance with a bit of concern, "You doing ok, Nick?"
He nodded, "I just didn't get a lot of sleep."
She walked over to him and put her hand on his arm, searching his face, "What's up?"
Nick tried to be evasive, "I had a lot on my mind."
"Like what?" Sara looked at him intently.
He looked into her eyes and reached over to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, "I couldn't stop thinking about you. Catherine told me she was going shopping with you for a dress."
An amused expression crossed Sara's face, "I didn't know I had such power over you."
Nick grinned.
Simultaneously, their pagers went off, "Brass." Nick stated, "I'll drive, you dial."
Sara called Brass to get details on the location and they headed off to meet him.
Catherine took one look at Nick and chuckled, "I take it your imagination has been working overtime, Nick."
Nick looked over at Catherine as he took a sip of his coffee and narrowed his eyes in a playful manner, "You are an evil woman, Catherine Willows. Planting thoughts of Sara in a sexy dress in my head."
"You love it and you know it." Catherine grinned wryly in response.
Warrick sauntered in, "Nick, man, you look like hell."
Nick grinned, "It's Catherine's fault."
Warrick raised his eyebrows in response, "Oh, really?"
In a conspiratorial tone, Catherine responded, "Apparently, I planted thoughts of Sara in his mind."
Warrick burst out laughing, "Dude, I don't think you can pin that one on Catherine."
A wry grin crossed Nick's face, "She left out an important detail. Didn't you Catherine?" Nick looked over at Catherine very pointedly.
She grinned, "Ok, so I told him I was going to help Sara pick out a dress for their date that would make his jaw drop."
Warrick grinned, "Catherine Willows, you are an evil woman."
Catherine just kept grinning, "You should see the dress."
Greg walked in hoping there was still some coffee left of the pot he'd brewed an hour before, "What dress is that, Catherine?" He waggled his eyebrows at her.
Warrick finished his sip of coffee and answered for her, "She helped Sara pick out a dress to wear on her date with Nick tomorrow night."
Greg looked over at Nick, "Where are you taking her, Nick my man?"
Nick looked up from his coffee, "Somewhere that wearing a dress is appropriate." He took another sip from his coffee cup.
"Ooh. Mystery. A beautiful woman in a sexy dress. Sounds hot." Greg replied a bit too dramatically.
Nick rolled his eyes.
Grissom walked in with Sara on his heals. Sara glanced at Nick and a smile tugged at her lips. Nick's eyes met hers and a grin spread across his face. Catherine and Warrick exchanged a conspiratorial glance.
"Brass has a line on where your suspect is," Grissom indicated to Nick and Sara. "As soon as he gets the go ahead from his uniforms that the suspect is there, he's going to page you. Stay here and catch up on paperwork until you hear from him. Warrick and Catherine, I need you to head out to the Bellagio. Suspicious death in one of the luxury suites. Greg, I'm going to give you a chance for a little field work. We've got a decomp in the desert."
With that, shift began and the CSIs went off on their respective assignments. Nick and Sara lingered in the break room. Sara looked over at Nick, taking in his tired appearance with a bit of concern, "You doing ok, Nick?"
He nodded, "I just didn't get a lot of sleep."
She walked over to him and put her hand on his arm, searching his face, "What's up?"
Nick tried to be evasive, "I had a lot on my mind."
"Like what?" Sara looked at him intently.
He looked into her eyes and reached over to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, "I couldn't stop thinking about you. Catherine told me she was going shopping with you for a dress."
An amused expression crossed Sara's face, "I didn't know I had such power over you."
Nick grinned.
Simultaneously, their pagers went off, "Brass." Nick stated, "I'll drive, you dial."
Sara called Brass to get details on the location and they headed off to meet him.
