Chapter 7- Secrets out
We arrive at the lab together. I feel self-conscious every time someone looks our way. I wonder if they can tell somehow. I watch Catherine particularly carefully. If anyone is going to pick up on the change in Nick and I, then it will be her. I'm being so paranoid. They're CSI's not psychics.
Nick tells Grissom that we're still working on yesterday's case and he gives us leave to continue. As we go through the door, Nick slips his arm around my waist. My whole body tenses up. I daren't look round to see if anyone's noticed. I can just imagine Grissom sitting there looking troubled and Catherine and Warrick exchanging curious, probably slightly surprised glances.
I realise that I'm being stupid. We can't make this relationship work if I'm too afraid to admit to it. I force myself to relax. Nick rewards me with a smile. He knows how hard this is for me. I begin to enjoy the way his arm feels resting around my waist. Together we make our way to the DNA lab to see Greg.
As usual Greg is working in his own little world. He thrives on that heavy rock music. Lately it's been annoying me- giving me a headache. Today it's different. I'm different. I grab Greg's hands and we start jumping round the lab to the beat like a couple of hyperactive two year olds. Nick watches from the sidelines, laughing.
Finally Greg and me get tired and have to stop to get our breath back.
"So Greg-o. What you got for me?"
Greg's been working on the rope we found around the victims neck.
"Well, the blood on the rope all belongs to your Vic. The epithelials Nick found do not. DNA says they are XY."
"So she didn't hang herself." I state the obvious.
"Can I just say...I told you so." Nick grins. "It's a homicide."
"Hey!" I poke him in the ribs. "I never said it wasn't. Don't try and take all the credit for this Superman."
"Superman hey?" comments Greg. "If I'd known you were that good in bed, Nick my boy, I would have tried to seduce you a long time ago." He gives me a little nod.
I feel my jaw drop. He knows. How can he know?
Greg chuckles at the look on my face.
"Don't look so shocked Sara. It's obvious. It's in your body language. Two people can only seem so in tune, so comfortable with one another if they are sleeping together. I see my chance has gone." He looks wistful. "But let me just tell you Sara. Anytime you feel Nicky here isn't treating you right I'll be waiting for you with open arms."
Nick shoots him a filthy glare. I frown, despite being slightly amused. "Right," I say slowly.
"So tell me," says Greg, grinning, "Was it good?" He raises his eyebrows suggestively.
"Greg!" I scream, hurling a pen at his head.
I can still hear his laughter as we walk away, down the corridor.
We stop just outside the break room. Nick places his arms around my neck, so I'm facing him. Standing on tiptoes I kiss him quickly on the lips.
"So, what are you doing after the shift?"
"Why? I'm taking you out to dinner."
"That would be perfect," I whisper in his ear. I kiss him again.
Catherine and Warrick are staring in disbelief through the windows of the break room. They are so unsubtle. They might as well have their faces pressed up against the glass.
"Looks like our secrets out," Nick says softly.
I shrug my shoulders. "So. Lets take advantage of it."
This time I kiss him properly, not caring who sees. Then I take him by the hand and lead him into the break room. I can't wipe the smile off my face.
Yes it's true that all I've seen of love so far is pain and suffering, but it can't always be like that. If it were then the whole world would be miserable. Perhaps if I believe in it enough then I will find happiness. When I'm with Nick I feel happy. For the first time I can look to the future in love and it looks bright.
The end.
Thank you so much for reading my story.
I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
We arrive at the lab together. I feel self-conscious every time someone looks our way. I wonder if they can tell somehow. I watch Catherine particularly carefully. If anyone is going to pick up on the change in Nick and I, then it will be her. I'm being so paranoid. They're CSI's not psychics.
Nick tells Grissom that we're still working on yesterday's case and he gives us leave to continue. As we go through the door, Nick slips his arm around my waist. My whole body tenses up. I daren't look round to see if anyone's noticed. I can just imagine Grissom sitting there looking troubled and Catherine and Warrick exchanging curious, probably slightly surprised glances.
I realise that I'm being stupid. We can't make this relationship work if I'm too afraid to admit to it. I force myself to relax. Nick rewards me with a smile. He knows how hard this is for me. I begin to enjoy the way his arm feels resting around my waist. Together we make our way to the DNA lab to see Greg.
As usual Greg is working in his own little world. He thrives on that heavy rock music. Lately it's been annoying me- giving me a headache. Today it's different. I'm different. I grab Greg's hands and we start jumping round the lab to the beat like a couple of hyperactive two year olds. Nick watches from the sidelines, laughing.
Finally Greg and me get tired and have to stop to get our breath back.
"So Greg-o. What you got for me?"
Greg's been working on the rope we found around the victims neck.
"Well, the blood on the rope all belongs to your Vic. The epithelials Nick found do not. DNA says they are XY."
"So she didn't hang herself." I state the obvious.
"Can I just say...I told you so." Nick grins. "It's a homicide."
"Hey!" I poke him in the ribs. "I never said it wasn't. Don't try and take all the credit for this Superman."
"Superman hey?" comments Greg. "If I'd known you were that good in bed, Nick my boy, I would have tried to seduce you a long time ago." He gives me a little nod.
I feel my jaw drop. He knows. How can he know?
Greg chuckles at the look on my face.
"Don't look so shocked Sara. It's obvious. It's in your body language. Two people can only seem so in tune, so comfortable with one another if they are sleeping together. I see my chance has gone." He looks wistful. "But let me just tell you Sara. Anytime you feel Nicky here isn't treating you right I'll be waiting for you with open arms."
Nick shoots him a filthy glare. I frown, despite being slightly amused. "Right," I say slowly.
"So tell me," says Greg, grinning, "Was it good?" He raises his eyebrows suggestively.
"Greg!" I scream, hurling a pen at his head.
I can still hear his laughter as we walk away, down the corridor.
We stop just outside the break room. Nick places his arms around my neck, so I'm facing him. Standing on tiptoes I kiss him quickly on the lips.
"So, what are you doing after the shift?"
"Why? I'm taking you out to dinner."
"That would be perfect," I whisper in his ear. I kiss him again.
Catherine and Warrick are staring in disbelief through the windows of the break room. They are so unsubtle. They might as well have their faces pressed up against the glass.
"Looks like our secrets out," Nick says softly.
I shrug my shoulders. "So. Lets take advantage of it."
This time I kiss him properly, not caring who sees. Then I take him by the hand and lead him into the break room. I can't wipe the smile off my face.
Yes it's true that all I've seen of love so far is pain and suffering, but it can't always be like that. If it were then the whole world would be miserable. Perhaps if I believe in it enough then I will find happiness. When I'm with Nick I feel happy. For the first time I can look to the future in love and it looks bright.
The end.
Thank you so much for reading my story.
I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
