Sara was relieved that she didn't have to work a case with Nick that night. Although, being paired with Warrick wasn't going to be much better. At least the case was somewhat interesting. A 50-something couple had been shot execution style in their RV at an exclusive RV resort just outside of Vegas. Of course it wasn't just any RV. This was a Class A Monarch custom coach. The price tag on these could easily top a million depending on what custom features were installed. They photographed the scene, dusted for prints, and questioned everyone in the resort. By the time they headed back to the lab, shift was almost over.

As they drove, Warrick looked over at Sara, "Do you like him?"

Sara looked perplexed. Her mind was on the case. "Do I like who?"

Warrick let out a chuckle, "Nick."

Sara wished she could crawl under the seat of the Tahoe. She glanced over at Warrick, wishing she had just gone home for some sleep instead of crashing on the break room couch. If she had, she and Warrick would not be having this conversation. Sara considered how she might get out of answering the question, "Warrick, I like everyone I work with."

Warrick wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily, "So, you dream about me and Greg the same way you dream about Nick?"

Sara's face flushed with color. She glanced at Warrick, "No! I mean, I don't have to answer that question."

Warrick let out a deep chuckle, "I think you already did. Hey, Sara, I think it's great if you like Nick."

"Just because I dreamt I had se- I dreamt about Nick does not mean that I like him." She challenged looking flustered.

Warrick had a bemused grin on his face, "You dreamt you had sex with him?"

Sara looked queasy, "Warrick, pull over!"

Warrick looked at her curiously, "Why?"

Sara reached for the door handle, "If you don't want to clean the inside of your Tahoe, pull over, I have to throw up!"

Warrick pulled the Tahoe over to the side of the road, and Sara immediately opened the door and threw up.

"Hey, Sara, are you ok?" Warrick looked concerned.

She glared at him, "No, I'm not ok."

"Are you sick?" He queried.

Sara let out a deep sigh wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "No, I'm not sick."

"Sara, not to state the obvious, but you just threw up. I'd say off hand that qualifies as being sick." Warrick looked concerned.

She let out a sigh of resignation, "I'm not sick. Look, if I tell you what's going on, you have to promise not to say a word to anyone, or I'll kill you. Understand?"

Warrick looked slightly amused, he wasn't intimidated by Sara, "Yeah. What's up?"

Sara let her head rest in her hands for a moment before speaking, "I think I'm in love with Nick."

Warrick let out a chuckle, "Sara, you say that like it's a bad thing."

Sara looked at him with an expression that said he clearly did not understand why this was so disturbing to her, "He's one of my best friends. When I think about him finding out how I feel, it makes me feel like throwing up. He'd freak out if he knew."

"Don't sell yourself so short, Sara. How do you know he'd freak out?" Warrick tried to reassure her.

"I'm not exactly his type." She said this in a tone of voice that communicated that he'd missed the obvious.

Warrick laughed, "Sara, how do you know you're not his type?"

"I have a brain." She deadpanned.

Warrick had a more serious expression on his face, "Don't sell Nick short, he's better than that even if Sanders tells you otherwise."

"Warrick, the women that Nick dates are gorgeous. Shallow as hell, but gorgeous." Sara stated.

Warrick laughed.

Sara glared at him, "What the hell is so funny?"

Warrick glanced at her, "You."

"Excuse me?" Sara replied with a bit of shock.

Warrick looked amused, "Sara, if you haven't noticed, you're pretty gorgeous yourself."

Sara blushed, "Uh, thanks. Uh, it doesn't mean that Nick would go out with me. It would ruin our friendship."

"He already thinks your pissed off at him." Warrick stated.

"Crap." Sara put her hand up to her forehead.

"He knows you know he heard what you said in your sleep." Warrick continued.

Sara opened the door again and threw up, "Damn."

Warrick chuckled, "No offense, Sara, but throwing up is not the most effective way to attract a guy."

Sara glared at him, "Thank you. I wasn't aware of that."

Warrick raised a hand in surrender, "Why don't you just talk to him?"

"I can't yet." Sara looked like she was going to throw up again, but didn't. "You better not say a word to him, Warrick."

Warrick gave her a reassuring glance, "I won't, but seriously, Sara, you need to. You're making yourself sick."

He pulled back into traffic and they headed back to the lab.