Sara woke to the sensation of fingers trailing up her back. A smile tugged
at the edges of her lips as she realized that Nick had just unfastened her
bra. She murmured against his neck with a giggle, "Nick Stokes, are you
trying to have your way with me?" Her fingers began tracing an intricate
pattern on his chest.
Nick let out a low chuckle, "Guilty as charged, Sara." He continued trailing his fingers up and down her back.
Sara smiled and reached behind her back to refasten her bra. She glanced over at the clock hanging on Nick's living room wall. It was still early, they had a good six hours until they had to be at work. She pushed her hands against Nick's chest and propped herself up slightly so she could look down at him, "I don't know about you, but I have a feeling that your bed might be a bit more comfortable than the couch."
Nick chuckled, "I certainly wouldn't want to disappoint Sara Sidle."
Sara raised an eyebrow at him devilishly, "Oh, I highly doubt you could disappoint me, Nick." Sara extricated herself from Nick and the couch, pulling Nick into a sitting position in the process. As she stood, a wave of dizziness washed over her and she fell back into Nick.
Nick wrapped his arms around her with concern, "Sara, are you ok?"
Sara gave him a weak smile and nodded, "Yeah, I just think maybe I need to eat something. I'm a little dizzy."
Nick raised an eyebrow, "Throwing up will do that to you, Sidle." He smiled at her. "I don't really have much here to eat, so we're going to have to go out somewhere."
She chuckled, "Then I think we both better put on more clothes, because I for one would cause a sensation dressed like this."
Nick waggled his eyebrows at her, "Hmm, I don't know, this is Vegas."
Sara laughed, "Ok, funny man, don't give up that night job."
Nick spied Sara's shirt under the coffee table and reached down and picked it up handing it to her.
"Thanks." She pulled the shirt on over her head.
Nick still had a concerned look on his face, "You ok to stand up now?"
"I think so." Sara replied.
Nick put his hands on her waist to steady her as she stood before standing himself. He bent down and kissed her briefly, "I'm going to go change my shirt, I'll be right back."
Nick headed to his bedroom to get a fresh shirt and when he returned, Sara was seated on the couch. "Ready to go?" He looked at her quizzically. Sara didn't look quite right.
She nodded, "Yeah." As she started to stand, she began to sway. Before Nick could reach her, she had passed out on the couch.
"Sara!" Nick checked her pulse, it was steady. Her breathing seemed to be ok as well. A few moments later, Sara's eyes fluttered open. Nick looked at her with concern etched on his face. "No arguments, you're going to a doctor."
"Ok." Sara agreed nodding, "I feel like crap."
Nick wasn't sure what worried him more, Sara passing out or agreeing to see a doctor. He picked her up and carried her to his Tahoe. On the way to the hospital, he called Catherine who agreed to meet them there.
Nick let out a low chuckle, "Guilty as charged, Sara." He continued trailing his fingers up and down her back.
Sara smiled and reached behind her back to refasten her bra. She glanced over at the clock hanging on Nick's living room wall. It was still early, they had a good six hours until they had to be at work. She pushed her hands against Nick's chest and propped herself up slightly so she could look down at him, "I don't know about you, but I have a feeling that your bed might be a bit more comfortable than the couch."
Nick chuckled, "I certainly wouldn't want to disappoint Sara Sidle."
Sara raised an eyebrow at him devilishly, "Oh, I highly doubt you could disappoint me, Nick." Sara extricated herself from Nick and the couch, pulling Nick into a sitting position in the process. As she stood, a wave of dizziness washed over her and she fell back into Nick.
Nick wrapped his arms around her with concern, "Sara, are you ok?"
Sara gave him a weak smile and nodded, "Yeah, I just think maybe I need to eat something. I'm a little dizzy."
Nick raised an eyebrow, "Throwing up will do that to you, Sidle." He smiled at her. "I don't really have much here to eat, so we're going to have to go out somewhere."
She chuckled, "Then I think we both better put on more clothes, because I for one would cause a sensation dressed like this."
Nick waggled his eyebrows at her, "Hmm, I don't know, this is Vegas."
Sara laughed, "Ok, funny man, don't give up that night job."
Nick spied Sara's shirt under the coffee table and reached down and picked it up handing it to her.
"Thanks." She pulled the shirt on over her head.
Nick still had a concerned look on his face, "You ok to stand up now?"
"I think so." Sara replied.
Nick put his hands on her waist to steady her as she stood before standing himself. He bent down and kissed her briefly, "I'm going to go change my shirt, I'll be right back."
Nick headed to his bedroom to get a fresh shirt and when he returned, Sara was seated on the couch. "Ready to go?" He looked at her quizzically. Sara didn't look quite right.
She nodded, "Yeah." As she started to stand, she began to sway. Before Nick could reach her, she had passed out on the couch.
"Sara!" Nick checked her pulse, it was steady. Her breathing seemed to be ok as well. A few moments later, Sara's eyes fluttered open. Nick looked at her with concern etched on his face. "No arguments, you're going to a doctor."
"Ok." Sara agreed nodding, "I feel like crap."
Nick wasn't sure what worried him more, Sara passing out or agreeing to see a doctor. He picked her up and carried her to his Tahoe. On the way to the hospital, he called Catherine who agreed to meet them there.