Thanks for all the reviews! (and just a note, I can sleep through anything, so the off-key mariachi band wouldn't have woken me up!) (oh, and Sara Sidle Stokes, I'm soooo sorry about the no shippage thing, but , well, I'm just sorry)

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"When is the ambulance coming?" Nick demanded testily.

Grissom looked up from Sara's side on the floor, and as calmly and gently as possible answered, "Greg just went to call 9-1-1 about two minutes ago, Nick, they should be here in less than ten minutes. You know how they are if it isn't life threatening."

"But what if it is?" Catherine gasped, "What if she had an aneurysm?"

Warrick and Grissom just gave her sharp looks, indicating that what she had just said was not beneficial. "Let's hope not," Warrick answered curtly.

Minutes passed when suddenly Greg burst into the room. "They're here!" he yelled, before turning around and hightailing it back to the entrance to urge the paramedics to walk faster.

"She was walking towards me and she just sort of got this blank look in her eyes and then she collapsed," Greg explained to the first paramedic who was walking beside him.

"Hm," the other man said. When he saw all of the CSI team crowded around her, he asked in a loud voice, "Can you all take a step back, give this woman some room, so I can check her out?"

"Sara, honey," Nick whispered, "I'll be right over there." He pointed needlessly to the side where Grissom and Catherine were standing. Just as he made it there, Sara groaned and tried to sit up.

"What happened?" she asked as she attempted to get up, but almost instantaneously fell back down.

"That's what we're trying to figure out ma'am," the paramedic said, as he gently caught her head before it hit the hard floor. "How do you feel?"

"Like I was knocked out."

"I see." He wrote what she had said on a little pad of paper. "So, does your head hurt?"

"No, just like I'm disoriented and nauseous," Sara replied tiredly. "Sort of like a person who's seasick."

"Okay," the paramedic, Bill, replied, jotting down that as well.

"I guess I should have finished my lunch," Sara joked weakly.

"Yeah, I guess you should have," Bill laughed, "but I want to take you to the hospital and get some blood work done on you. Sound okay?"

"Sure, if these guys can survive working without my charming personality."

"I think I can survive without seeing you for one shift, Sara," Greg joked, "but I don't know if you can survive without me."

"Put a lid on it, Sanders," Sara warned, "Or else my fiancé will kick you."

Greg made a face. "Ouch!" he mouthed.

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Sara was bored out of her mind. 'Three hours and they finally get around to me,' she thought sarcastically, 'and now I have to wait a few more hours to find out that my blood sugar is fine. A little low, but in the normal range.'

She was falling asleep from the boredom when a familiar voice, one that she could recognize anywhere, called her name. "Sara!" Warrick called. Sara groaned, as much as Warrick was like her little brother and big brother rolled into one, sometimes she just couldn't stand it when he was in the same room as her and Nick.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded with a smile.

"Completing the Trinity, remember? Nick's out parking the Tahoe," Warrick replied good-naturedly. "Don't worry, I'm just here for the picture."

"Picture?"

"My lame attempt at a joke. How have you been?"

"Bored. They just took by blood samples a few minutes ago."

"That's what I figured. Managed to get Nick and me a few hours off to visit you, keep you company, you know, keep you sane," Warrick said.

"You're not trying to steal her away from me now, are you Warrick?" Nick's voice drifted over.

"No," Warrick answered, like a child trying to cover up something, and failing miserably, "That's Greg's job. Mine's just to hide her from you."

"Good luck, man," Nick replied, "I'm not letting Sara out of my sights anymore."

"Oh, come on," Warrick protested, "Share the love, Nick."

"I'd rather not, if you don't mind."

"Oh, I do mind."

Their banter sounded so familiar to the arguments they had a year before that Sara just had to laugh at the memory. "So when is the arm wrestling match going to commence?" she asked with a smile.

"The what?" both nick and Warrick asked in confusion.

"Don't tell me you don't remember it! Nick, you tore the muscles in your right bicep and Warrick, you ended up bruising your knuckles so badly, you couldn't hold anything for a week? I can't believe you guys don't remember it!"

"Oh, right. . ." Warrick replied with a faraway look in his eyes.

"Yeah," Nick answered as well, "I was in so much pain the next day."

Finally noticing that both men were standing on either side of her, Sara extended the invitation for them to sit down. They both did, with Nick on Sara's right and Warrick on her left, making their triangle.

"Well isn't this sweet?" a nurse said as she brushed the curtains aside. "I see you have quite a few handsome admirers, young lady."

"Actually, I only have one," Sara responded pointing to Warrick, "this is my fiancé," she said pointing to Nick.

"Well, aren't you a lucky young man," the nurse replied, with tears in her eyes. "Oh look at me," she joked, "I'm such an emotional little woman!"

"Was there a purpose for your coming in here?" Sara asked pointedly, but kindly.

"Oh! Yes, yes of course!" the nurse exclaimed, suddenly remembering what she was doing in there, "Your blood work came back, and everything is normal, except for your blood sugar, which was a little low, but it was close enough to normal."

"Thank you," Sara said gratefully. "Can I leave now?" she asked politely. 'I knew it!' she thought.

"Of course. Let me just get the release forms." And with that, the little nurse was gone.

"That's good," Warrick said. "I guess you can go back to work now and scare the living daylights out of Greg."

"Or," Nick interjected, "You could just go home with me, and I can make you something to eat, or anything else you might want to do." He added the last part with a wink.

"Hey, man!" Warrick pleaded, "try to keep it clean for the rest of us here without a relationship!"

"Your fault man," Nick replied, "If you hadn't been chasing after Sara, you would have noticed everybody else."

"Ouch, that was harsh," Warrick teased, as he clutched his chest dramatically. "I do have one request, Nicky," he said as he batted his eyelashes mockingly at his friend, "I have to be the best man at your wedding."

Nick just looked at Sara, who nodded. "Fine." Nick drew out the word slowly, waiting for a reaction. He got one.

"Sweet! Thank you lord! Halleluia!" Warrick cried with a giddy expression on his face. Nick and Sara couldn't contain their laughter.

"Okay," the nurse stated as she came back, "Just sign here, here, here, and here, and you're free to go." Sara wasted no time, and was soon dressed in her regular clothes and sitting in the Tahoe beside Nick in the front. They chatted easily with Warrick, who was sitting in the back seat, until they reached Warrick's place.

As he got out, Warrick turned around, and gave Sara and Nick a meaningful glance and said, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, you two." And quickly shut the door so as not to hear the protests coming from within.

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Just a fluffy little chapter to bridge the gap between chapter one and chapter three (hopefully)

(And YES, this is an N/S story and will stay an N/S story. Warrick's not going to steal Sara, so don't worry about him always being there.)

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