Nick drove Sara home after shift and he walked her to the door. Sara
turned toward him, giving him an inviting expression, "Do you want to come
in for a little while? I could make you something to eat."
"I'd love that." Nick replied, searching her eyes.
Sara closed the door behind them and dropped her purse on the counter. She made her way into the kitchen with Nick right behind her. As she reached up into the cupboard to pull out some pasta, she could feel Nick's arms encircle her waist and his lips pressing against her neck through her hair. With her pinned between the counter and him, Nick's hands began to caress her body through the fabric of her clothing. Nick whispered, "Damn, you look good in my shirt."
Sara whispered back huskily, "I bet you'd like it better, if I took it off, Nick."
Nick chuckled and stepped back far enough so she could turn around. She slowly unbuttoned the shirt and then wrapped an arm around his neck as he lifted her up so she was sitting on the counter. Sara pulled him into a deep kiss, her free arm wrapping around his waist. Nick's hands freely roamed her back under the shirt. His lips pressed against hers.
Sara slid a hand down and squeezed his butt. She broke the kiss and whispered, "Damn fine ass, Stokes."
Nick glanced at Sara's butt, "Your ass is pretty fine too, Sidle."
Sara chuckled.
Someone knocked at the door. Nick mentally cursed. The knock was insistent. His eyes fluttered open. He must have drifted off. He could hear rain coming down in torrents outside. He glanced at his watch. 2:00am. He'd been asleep for three hours. The Discovery Channel was now showing a program on the migration of Grey Whales. Another knock sounded at the door. He wondered who could be at his door at this hour. His brow furrowed with concern, but he wasn't too happy. He was having a damn fine dream about him and Sara. He got up off the couch and walked to the door. He opened it to reveal a soaking wet Sara.
She had an apologetic look on her face, "Did I wake you up?"
He looked at her quizzically and nodded his head, "I dozed off watching TV." He opened the door to let her in.
A smirk crossed her face, "The Discovery Channel. Now why am I not surprised?"
Nick chuckled and raised an eyebrow at her, "Now what brings Sara Sidle to my door at 2:00am looking like a drowned rat?" This was strangely like his dream.
She looked at him with a slight smile, "Flat tire."
Nick chuckled, "Excuse me?"
She looked slightly embarrassed, "My friend Kelly and I went out dancing at some club she's been raving about and she deserted me a hour after we got there for some random guy. So after getting hit on by a bunch of losers, I decided to leave. I think the tire picked up a nail or something, but I knew you had the night off too and your house was closer to walk to than mine."
Nick raised a curious eyebrow, "Why didn't you call a cab?"
Sara chuckled ironically, "I left my cell phone in Catherine's Tahoe."
"Murphy's Law." Nick grinned at her.
Sara was dripping all over Nick's floor, "Do you have a towel or something I can dry off with, Nicky?"
Nick chuckled, "Yeah." He went and retrieved a towel from the bathroom and handed it to her.
As she towel dried her hair, Nick studied her, "Hey, Sara, do you want a pair of sweats and a T-shirt or something, you're pretty wet."
She glanced up and smiled, "That would be really nice. Thanks, Nick."
He disappeared into his bedroom and returned a few minutes later with clothes in hand. He handed them to a grateful Sara, "The sweats have a drawstring, and the shirt is one my sister Lisa left behind the last time she visited, so I think it'll fit."
"Thanks." Sara replied.
He continued to study her for a moment, "If you want, you can take a shower to warm up. You look pretty cold," Nick offered.
Sara smiled, "I think I will, thanks."
"Hey, Sar, where's your Tahoe. I'll call dispatch and have them send a tow truck for it. I can take you home later." Nick offered.
She gave him the location of her Tahoe and disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later Nick heard the sound of running water. A perplexed smile crossed his lips. This was too strange. Didn't he just have a dream like this? Damn. Now all he could imagine was Sara in his shower. He cursed himself for having thoughts about his friend like that. Of course, his conscious thoughts were much tamer than the dream he'd just had. Damn. Maybe he should ask Sara out. No. That would complicate things at work.
Nick picked up his phone and punched in the familiar number. "Yeah, this is Nick Stokes from the Crime Lab, I need a tow truck to pick up a department Tahoe." Nick gave them the address Sara had given him. "Thanks." He hung up the phone. He thought he'd better tell someone on the night shift that Sara's Tahoe was being towed in before they sent a search party out for her when it came in. He punched in the familiar number. On the second ring, Grissom answered, "Hey, Grissom, it's Nick. No, everything is fine. No. I just wanted to let someone know that dispatch is having Sara's Tahoe towed in. No, she's fine. She got a flat and walked over here in the rain." Nick chuckled, "Apparently, she left it in Catherine's Tahoe. Ok. No. Thanks." He hung up.
Sara emerged from the bathroom looking warmer and dryer clad in the borrowed sweats and T-shirt. She glanced over at the coffee table and noticed the beer bottle. She looked over at Nick with a grin, "Hey, do you have any more beer?"
He glanced up and smiled, "Sure." He got up to grab a couple of cold micro brews out of the fridge. When he returned, Sara had settled herself on the couch. He handed her a bottle.
"Thanks." She gratefully accepted it and took a swig. "I suppose I should ask you if it's ok for me to hang out for a while. I'm not sure how long my clothes will take to dry out."
Nick raised an eyebrow at her, "You can hang out as long as you don't mock my TV viewing habits, Sidle."
She laughed, "Ok, but you have to admit that anyone who watches 'The Mating Habits of the African Elephant' is a little strange."
Nick glanced at the TV. He hadn't noticed that the program had changed. An embarrassed smile crossed his face, "Why don't I put your clothes in the dryer."
Sara raised an eyebrow, "Trying to get rid of me, Stokes?"
Nick chuckled, "No, just trying to change the subject. I didn't notice the show had changed. We can change the channel."
Sara smiled, "They'll shrink."
Nick looked at her perplexed, "What?"
"My clothes. If I put them in the dryer, they'll shrink," She replied.
Nick grinned at her, "Ok, so I won't put them in the dryer. What do you want to watch on TV?"
She glanced over at him, "I don't care. Hey, what happened to the top button of your shirt?"
Nick chuckled, "I think it popped off, brand new shirt, you'd think they could at least make sure the buttons last a week." Nick started flipping channels, finally settling on an episode of 'Trading Spaces' when Sara had insisted they watch it. He glanced at her and chuckled.
She looked at him, eyebrow raised, "What are you laughing at, Nick?"
An amused expression crossed his face, "You."
"Thanks a lot," She replied in mock hurt.
He smiled, "I just meant that this is fun. I like hanging out with you."
Sara gave him a half smile, "Yeah, me too."
Nick turned his gaze toward her casually, "We should do this more often."
Sara raised an eyebrow, "Can I skip the part where I have to get groped by rude men, get a flat tire, and walk a mile in the rain though next time?"
Nick chuckled, "I think that can be arranged." He took a swig of his beer. "But you look pretty good wet though," He teased.
Sara took a swig of her beer and flashed him a grin, "Didn't think you noticed, Stokes."
Nick swallowed hard. He glanced back at Sara. Damn, she was gorgeous. Hell, nothing ventured nothing gained. "Hey, Sara?"
She glanced over at him, "Yeah, Nick?" She noticed the somewhat nervous expression on his face. The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile as she waited for him to continue.
His eyes locked with hers for a moment before he continued, "Would you go out with me sometime? On a date I mean." He felt like his heart had stopped beating and he was holding his breath. To Nick it seemed like an eternity before she answered, and it wasn't quite the answer he was expecting.
Sara tried to restrain her smile. She reached over and caressed Nick's face with her hand and pressed her lips to his for a moment.
As she broke the kiss, a look of bewilderment crossed Nick's face, "Was that a yes?"
Sara looked amused, "Yeah."
"I'd love that." Nick replied, searching her eyes.
Sara closed the door behind them and dropped her purse on the counter. She made her way into the kitchen with Nick right behind her. As she reached up into the cupboard to pull out some pasta, she could feel Nick's arms encircle her waist and his lips pressing against her neck through her hair. With her pinned between the counter and him, Nick's hands began to caress her body through the fabric of her clothing. Nick whispered, "Damn, you look good in my shirt."
Sara whispered back huskily, "I bet you'd like it better, if I took it off, Nick."
Nick chuckled and stepped back far enough so she could turn around. She slowly unbuttoned the shirt and then wrapped an arm around his neck as he lifted her up so she was sitting on the counter. Sara pulled him into a deep kiss, her free arm wrapping around his waist. Nick's hands freely roamed her back under the shirt. His lips pressed against hers.
Sara slid a hand down and squeezed his butt. She broke the kiss and whispered, "Damn fine ass, Stokes."
Nick glanced at Sara's butt, "Your ass is pretty fine too, Sidle."
Sara chuckled.
Someone knocked at the door. Nick mentally cursed. The knock was insistent. His eyes fluttered open. He must have drifted off. He could hear rain coming down in torrents outside. He glanced at his watch. 2:00am. He'd been asleep for three hours. The Discovery Channel was now showing a program on the migration of Grey Whales. Another knock sounded at the door. He wondered who could be at his door at this hour. His brow furrowed with concern, but he wasn't too happy. He was having a damn fine dream about him and Sara. He got up off the couch and walked to the door. He opened it to reveal a soaking wet Sara.
She had an apologetic look on her face, "Did I wake you up?"
He looked at her quizzically and nodded his head, "I dozed off watching TV." He opened the door to let her in.
A smirk crossed her face, "The Discovery Channel. Now why am I not surprised?"
Nick chuckled and raised an eyebrow at her, "Now what brings Sara Sidle to my door at 2:00am looking like a drowned rat?" This was strangely like his dream.
She looked at him with a slight smile, "Flat tire."
Nick chuckled, "Excuse me?"
She looked slightly embarrassed, "My friend Kelly and I went out dancing at some club she's been raving about and she deserted me a hour after we got there for some random guy. So after getting hit on by a bunch of losers, I decided to leave. I think the tire picked up a nail or something, but I knew you had the night off too and your house was closer to walk to than mine."
Nick raised a curious eyebrow, "Why didn't you call a cab?"
Sara chuckled ironically, "I left my cell phone in Catherine's Tahoe."
"Murphy's Law." Nick grinned at her.
Sara was dripping all over Nick's floor, "Do you have a towel or something I can dry off with, Nicky?"
Nick chuckled, "Yeah." He went and retrieved a towel from the bathroom and handed it to her.
As she towel dried her hair, Nick studied her, "Hey, Sara, do you want a pair of sweats and a T-shirt or something, you're pretty wet."
She glanced up and smiled, "That would be really nice. Thanks, Nick."
He disappeared into his bedroom and returned a few minutes later with clothes in hand. He handed them to a grateful Sara, "The sweats have a drawstring, and the shirt is one my sister Lisa left behind the last time she visited, so I think it'll fit."
"Thanks." Sara replied.
He continued to study her for a moment, "If you want, you can take a shower to warm up. You look pretty cold," Nick offered.
Sara smiled, "I think I will, thanks."
"Hey, Sar, where's your Tahoe. I'll call dispatch and have them send a tow truck for it. I can take you home later." Nick offered.
She gave him the location of her Tahoe and disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later Nick heard the sound of running water. A perplexed smile crossed his lips. This was too strange. Didn't he just have a dream like this? Damn. Now all he could imagine was Sara in his shower. He cursed himself for having thoughts about his friend like that. Of course, his conscious thoughts were much tamer than the dream he'd just had. Damn. Maybe he should ask Sara out. No. That would complicate things at work.
Nick picked up his phone and punched in the familiar number. "Yeah, this is Nick Stokes from the Crime Lab, I need a tow truck to pick up a department Tahoe." Nick gave them the address Sara had given him. "Thanks." He hung up the phone. He thought he'd better tell someone on the night shift that Sara's Tahoe was being towed in before they sent a search party out for her when it came in. He punched in the familiar number. On the second ring, Grissom answered, "Hey, Grissom, it's Nick. No, everything is fine. No. I just wanted to let someone know that dispatch is having Sara's Tahoe towed in. No, she's fine. She got a flat and walked over here in the rain." Nick chuckled, "Apparently, she left it in Catherine's Tahoe. Ok. No. Thanks." He hung up.
Sara emerged from the bathroom looking warmer and dryer clad in the borrowed sweats and T-shirt. She glanced over at the coffee table and noticed the beer bottle. She looked over at Nick with a grin, "Hey, do you have any more beer?"
He glanced up and smiled, "Sure." He got up to grab a couple of cold micro brews out of the fridge. When he returned, Sara had settled herself on the couch. He handed her a bottle.
"Thanks." She gratefully accepted it and took a swig. "I suppose I should ask you if it's ok for me to hang out for a while. I'm not sure how long my clothes will take to dry out."
Nick raised an eyebrow at her, "You can hang out as long as you don't mock my TV viewing habits, Sidle."
She laughed, "Ok, but you have to admit that anyone who watches 'The Mating Habits of the African Elephant' is a little strange."
Nick glanced at the TV. He hadn't noticed that the program had changed. An embarrassed smile crossed his face, "Why don't I put your clothes in the dryer."
Sara raised an eyebrow, "Trying to get rid of me, Stokes?"
Nick chuckled, "No, just trying to change the subject. I didn't notice the show had changed. We can change the channel."
Sara smiled, "They'll shrink."
Nick looked at her perplexed, "What?"
"My clothes. If I put them in the dryer, they'll shrink," She replied.
Nick grinned at her, "Ok, so I won't put them in the dryer. What do you want to watch on TV?"
She glanced over at him, "I don't care. Hey, what happened to the top button of your shirt?"
Nick chuckled, "I think it popped off, brand new shirt, you'd think they could at least make sure the buttons last a week." Nick started flipping channels, finally settling on an episode of 'Trading Spaces' when Sara had insisted they watch it. He glanced at her and chuckled.
She looked at him, eyebrow raised, "What are you laughing at, Nick?"
An amused expression crossed his face, "You."
"Thanks a lot," She replied in mock hurt.
He smiled, "I just meant that this is fun. I like hanging out with you."
Sara gave him a half smile, "Yeah, me too."
Nick turned his gaze toward her casually, "We should do this more often."
Sara raised an eyebrow, "Can I skip the part where I have to get groped by rude men, get a flat tire, and walk a mile in the rain though next time?"
Nick chuckled, "I think that can be arranged." He took a swig of his beer. "But you look pretty good wet though," He teased.
Sara took a swig of her beer and flashed him a grin, "Didn't think you noticed, Stokes."
Nick swallowed hard. He glanced back at Sara. Damn, she was gorgeous. Hell, nothing ventured nothing gained. "Hey, Sara?"
She glanced over at him, "Yeah, Nick?" She noticed the somewhat nervous expression on his face. The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile as she waited for him to continue.
His eyes locked with hers for a moment before he continued, "Would you go out with me sometime? On a date I mean." He felt like his heart had stopped beating and he was holding his breath. To Nick it seemed like an eternity before she answered, and it wasn't quite the answer he was expecting.
Sara tried to restrain her smile. She reached over and caressed Nick's face with her hand and pressed her lips to his for a moment.
As she broke the kiss, a look of bewilderment crossed Nick's face, "Was that a yes?"
Sara looked amused, "Yeah."