Nick didn't bother answering his cell phone. He walked over to the front
door and opened it. Warrick took a look at him, raised an eyebrow and hung
up his cell phone, "I figured you were sleeping."
Nick gestured Warrick into his house, "I wasn't asleep."
Warrick glanced around the house, noting a purse on the coffee table and a trail of clothes ending at the door to Nick's bedroom. A smirk crossed Warrick's face, "You've got company."
Nick tried to restrain a grin, "You're pretty observant, man."
Warrick raised an eyebrow, "Do I get to meet the lady in question."
Nick crossed his arms in front of him, "I believe you've already met."
Curious, Warrick asked, "So who is it?"
"Have a seat." Nick gestured toward the couch, "I'll be ready in a couple of minutes." Nick picked up the trail of clothes in the hallway and disappeared into his bedroom.
Warrick sank into the couch and wondered to himself who Nick had spent the night with. He knew that Nick had a thing for Sara and he wondered when he was ever going to get the courage to ask her out. Instead he seemed to have a steady stream of women that he'd go on one or two dates with before moving on to the next one. He knew they were just a distraction for him to keep his mind off of Sara. Warrick chuckled. He was pretty sure Sara had a thing for Nick too. Maybe he should run a little interference and set them up. Hmm. Maybe not. He had heard that Sara was going on a blind date last night, and if it had gone well she probably wouldn't be open to it. If it had gone badly, she certainly wouldn't be open to it. Sara was hard to read at times, but he was still pretty sure that she had a thing for Nick. Speaking of Nick, what was taking him so long. Get a grip, Warrick, that one isn't too hard to figure out. He's got a woman in his bedroom. Warrick let out another chuckle.
The door to Nick's bedroom opened and Warrick called out, "It's about time, Nick." When he didn't get a response he looked up and his jaw dropped. The last person he expected to see standing there was Sara. Especially clad in a pair of Nick's boxers and a T-shirt.
She looked amused at his expression of shock.
Nick emerged from the bedroom clad in black jeans with a charcoal gray ribbed T-shirt and another article of clothing in hand. He looked amused at Warrick's expression, "See, I told you that you'd met her." He glanced over at Sara and grinned at her, "Sara, I thought you might need these." He handed her the underwear he had thrown across the room earlier.
Sara crumpled the underwear in her hand, a slight blush coloring her cheeks, "Thanks, Nick."
Nick looked amused, "I think with the exception of your shirt, the rest of your clothes might be dry." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and headed into the bathroom.
"Damn, Sara!" Warrick exclaimed.
"Surprised, War?" Sara replied a smirk on her face.
"Hell, yeah!" Warrick chuckled, "I thought you had a blind date last night."
Her brows knitted together, she replied, "I did. It was the date from hell."
Warrick looked confused, "So how did you end up here?"
Sara crossed her arms in front of her, "Well, Mr. All-Hands wouldn't get off me, so when he pulled over to check on his 'flat tire', I walked over here because Nick's house was closer to walk to in the rain than mine and the jerk knows where I live."
Nick emerged from the bathroom now wearing his charcoal gray ribbed T-shirt with the rest of Sara's clothes in his hands, "Well, your pants are dry and so is this." He dangled her bra in front of her face.
Sara grabbed the bra away from Nick and shot him an embarrassed grin, "I'm going to kill you later for that. You know that don't you?"
He handed her the pants grinning, "I'll look forward to it."
Warrick had an amused expression on his face.
She looked over at Warrick and shot him a warning glare, "You say a word and you're dead. I do know how to hide evidence." She looked at Nick smiling, her cheeks blushing red, "I'm going to get dressed." As she walked by Nick, she squeezed his butt.
Nick jumped slightly, "Careful with the merchandise there, Sara."
She glanced back grinning, "Don't worry, Nicky, I wouldn't want to harm anything I've got a vested interest in." She disappeared into Nick's bedroom.
Warrick laughed, and Nick tried to suppress a grin that had already formed and the color flooding his face. Warrick narrowed his gaze at Nick, "What exactly is going on between you and Sara?"
Nick looked over at Warrick, his face returning to normal color, "You're a CSI, Warrick. What do you think?"
Warrick crossed his arms in front of him and leaned back into the couch, "I know you're sleeping together, that's not what I'm asking."
"You want to know if were dating," Nick stated simply.
Warrick nodded.
Nick smiled, "That is my intention. If I was interested in hiding this, I wouldn't have let you in."
Sara had overheard this last exchange from the doorway of Nick's bedroom. She wore her black slacks from the night before and one of his button down shirts with the sleeves rolled up. The French blue color suited her. She stood there smiling, "That's my intention too."
Nick gestured Warrick into his house, "I wasn't asleep."
Warrick glanced around the house, noting a purse on the coffee table and a trail of clothes ending at the door to Nick's bedroom. A smirk crossed Warrick's face, "You've got company."
Nick tried to restrain a grin, "You're pretty observant, man."
Warrick raised an eyebrow, "Do I get to meet the lady in question."
Nick crossed his arms in front of him, "I believe you've already met."
Curious, Warrick asked, "So who is it?"
"Have a seat." Nick gestured toward the couch, "I'll be ready in a couple of minutes." Nick picked up the trail of clothes in the hallway and disappeared into his bedroom.
Warrick sank into the couch and wondered to himself who Nick had spent the night with. He knew that Nick had a thing for Sara and he wondered when he was ever going to get the courage to ask her out. Instead he seemed to have a steady stream of women that he'd go on one or two dates with before moving on to the next one. He knew they were just a distraction for him to keep his mind off of Sara. Warrick chuckled. He was pretty sure Sara had a thing for Nick too. Maybe he should run a little interference and set them up. Hmm. Maybe not. He had heard that Sara was going on a blind date last night, and if it had gone well she probably wouldn't be open to it. If it had gone badly, she certainly wouldn't be open to it. Sara was hard to read at times, but he was still pretty sure that she had a thing for Nick. Speaking of Nick, what was taking him so long. Get a grip, Warrick, that one isn't too hard to figure out. He's got a woman in his bedroom. Warrick let out another chuckle.
The door to Nick's bedroom opened and Warrick called out, "It's about time, Nick." When he didn't get a response he looked up and his jaw dropped. The last person he expected to see standing there was Sara. Especially clad in a pair of Nick's boxers and a T-shirt.
She looked amused at his expression of shock.
Nick emerged from the bedroom clad in black jeans with a charcoal gray ribbed T-shirt and another article of clothing in hand. He looked amused at Warrick's expression, "See, I told you that you'd met her." He glanced over at Sara and grinned at her, "Sara, I thought you might need these." He handed her the underwear he had thrown across the room earlier.
Sara crumpled the underwear in her hand, a slight blush coloring her cheeks, "Thanks, Nick."
Nick looked amused, "I think with the exception of your shirt, the rest of your clothes might be dry." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and headed into the bathroom.
"Damn, Sara!" Warrick exclaimed.
"Surprised, War?" Sara replied a smirk on her face.
"Hell, yeah!" Warrick chuckled, "I thought you had a blind date last night."
Her brows knitted together, she replied, "I did. It was the date from hell."
Warrick looked confused, "So how did you end up here?"
Sara crossed her arms in front of her, "Well, Mr. All-Hands wouldn't get off me, so when he pulled over to check on his 'flat tire', I walked over here because Nick's house was closer to walk to in the rain than mine and the jerk knows where I live."
Nick emerged from the bathroom now wearing his charcoal gray ribbed T-shirt with the rest of Sara's clothes in his hands, "Well, your pants are dry and so is this." He dangled her bra in front of her face.
Sara grabbed the bra away from Nick and shot him an embarrassed grin, "I'm going to kill you later for that. You know that don't you?"
He handed her the pants grinning, "I'll look forward to it."
Warrick had an amused expression on his face.
She looked over at Warrick and shot him a warning glare, "You say a word and you're dead. I do know how to hide evidence." She looked at Nick smiling, her cheeks blushing red, "I'm going to get dressed." As she walked by Nick, she squeezed his butt.
Nick jumped slightly, "Careful with the merchandise there, Sara."
She glanced back grinning, "Don't worry, Nicky, I wouldn't want to harm anything I've got a vested interest in." She disappeared into Nick's bedroom.
Warrick laughed, and Nick tried to suppress a grin that had already formed and the color flooding his face. Warrick narrowed his gaze at Nick, "What exactly is going on between you and Sara?"
Nick looked over at Warrick, his face returning to normal color, "You're a CSI, Warrick. What do you think?"
Warrick crossed his arms in front of him and leaned back into the couch, "I know you're sleeping together, that's not what I'm asking."
"You want to know if were dating," Nick stated simply.
Warrick nodded.
Nick smiled, "That is my intention. If I was interested in hiding this, I wouldn't have let you in."
Sara had overheard this last exchange from the doorway of Nick's bedroom. She wore her black slacks from the night before and one of his button down shirts with the sleeves rolled up. The French blue color suited her. She stood there smiling, "That's my intention too."