"Are you here for Nick Stokes?" a doctor asked.
Sara gripped Warrick's hand. Grissom spoke for them all, "We are. How is he?"
A smile formed on the doctor's face, "He's awake. He's very lucky. He's got a concussion, a sprained wrist, and a bruised sternum. He's going to be very sore for a few days, but other than that he's fine. We're going to discharge him fairly soon."
"Thank God." Catherine uttered what they were all thinking.
"Is one of you Sara?" the doctor asked.
"Yeah." Sara replied looking anxious.
"He's been asking for you." The doctor smiled and motioned her to follow.
Sara followed the doctor down the hall. She paused at the door to the exam room and took a deep breath. Slowly she entered and walked over toward Nick.
Nick heard footsteps and opened his eyes. A smiled began to form on his face as he saw Sara.
Sara sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss him, "Nick Stokes, you scared the hell out of me." A tear slid down her cheek.
Nick furrowed his brow and reached up to wipe the tear away, "I scared the hell out of myself too, Sara." He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her down for another kiss.
They were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Nick glanced up and smiled, "Hey, Warrick."
"Can we come in?" Warrick queried.
"Hell yeah." Nick answered.
Warrick, Catherine, and Grissom filed into the small room. Catherine walked over and gingerly gave Nick a hug, "I'm glad you're alright, we were worried about you, Nicky."
"Thanks, Cath." Nick replied.
"I'm not gonna get sentimental on you, bro. I'm glad you're ok. You had poor Sara here worried though. It's a good thing you're gonna be fine, she'd have had to kick your ass otherwise." Warrick interjected jovially.
Nick raised his eyebrows, wincing slightly, and smiled, "She does have a thing for my ass."
Sara's face flushed pink and her mouth opened up in mock protest, "You're going to pay for that comment later, Stokes."
"I'll look forward to it." His smile widened into a grin as the color in Sara's face deepened.
"Nick, the doctor said they were going to be discharging you shortly. Do you want us to give you a ride home?" Grissom queried.
"Yeah. Thanks." Nick replied. He reached out and took Sara's hand in his.
"I'm going to go call Brass. He wanted to know how you were doing." Grissom stated as he headed for the doorway.
"I'm sorry about the Tahoe." Nick called after Grissom.
Grissom turned around for a moment a half smile playing at his lips, "We're all just glad you're going to be ok, Nicky."
Nick glanced at Warrick, "Hey, bro, can you do me a favor?"
Warrick nodded, "Yeah, what do you need?"
"I need a change of clothes." Nick replied. "I don't exactly want to go home in this." He gestured toward the hospital gown.
Sara raised her eyebrows in an amused expression, "So, what you're saying is, you don't have any clothes on under there."
Nick raised his eyebrows at her in return, "Easy, Sar, I'm an injured man."
Catherine chuckled, "I'll go with Warrick and let you two be alone."
"Bye, Cath." Nick replied, his gaze not leaving Sara's face.
Catherine and Warrick departed leaving Nick and Sara alone.
A devilish grin played on Sara's lips. "So, are you too injured to do this?" She leaned down and kissed him.
"Hmm, I think that actually makes me feel better. But we'll have to try that again, just to make sure." Nick grinned as he tangled his fingers in her hair again, pulling her down for a kiss.
They didn't notice when Grissom came back and then slowly retreated to the waiting room, a half smile etched on his lips.
Sara gripped Warrick's hand. Grissom spoke for them all, "We are. How is he?"
A smile formed on the doctor's face, "He's awake. He's very lucky. He's got a concussion, a sprained wrist, and a bruised sternum. He's going to be very sore for a few days, but other than that he's fine. We're going to discharge him fairly soon."
"Thank God." Catherine uttered what they were all thinking.
"Is one of you Sara?" the doctor asked.
"Yeah." Sara replied looking anxious.
"He's been asking for you." The doctor smiled and motioned her to follow.
Sara followed the doctor down the hall. She paused at the door to the exam room and took a deep breath. Slowly she entered and walked over toward Nick.
Nick heard footsteps and opened his eyes. A smiled began to form on his face as he saw Sara.
Sara sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss him, "Nick Stokes, you scared the hell out of me." A tear slid down her cheek.
Nick furrowed his brow and reached up to wipe the tear away, "I scared the hell out of myself too, Sara." He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her down for another kiss.
They were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Nick glanced up and smiled, "Hey, Warrick."
"Can we come in?" Warrick queried.
"Hell yeah." Nick answered.
Warrick, Catherine, and Grissom filed into the small room. Catherine walked over and gingerly gave Nick a hug, "I'm glad you're alright, we were worried about you, Nicky."
"Thanks, Cath." Nick replied.
"I'm not gonna get sentimental on you, bro. I'm glad you're ok. You had poor Sara here worried though. It's a good thing you're gonna be fine, she'd have had to kick your ass otherwise." Warrick interjected jovially.
Nick raised his eyebrows, wincing slightly, and smiled, "She does have a thing for my ass."
Sara's face flushed pink and her mouth opened up in mock protest, "You're going to pay for that comment later, Stokes."
"I'll look forward to it." His smile widened into a grin as the color in Sara's face deepened.
"Nick, the doctor said they were going to be discharging you shortly. Do you want us to give you a ride home?" Grissom queried.
"Yeah. Thanks." Nick replied. He reached out and took Sara's hand in his.
"I'm going to go call Brass. He wanted to know how you were doing." Grissom stated as he headed for the doorway.
"I'm sorry about the Tahoe." Nick called after Grissom.
Grissom turned around for a moment a half smile playing at his lips, "We're all just glad you're going to be ok, Nicky."
Nick glanced at Warrick, "Hey, bro, can you do me a favor?"
Warrick nodded, "Yeah, what do you need?"
"I need a change of clothes." Nick replied. "I don't exactly want to go home in this." He gestured toward the hospital gown.
Sara raised her eyebrows in an amused expression, "So, what you're saying is, you don't have any clothes on under there."
Nick raised his eyebrows at her in return, "Easy, Sar, I'm an injured man."
Catherine chuckled, "I'll go with Warrick and let you two be alone."
"Bye, Cath." Nick replied, his gaze not leaving Sara's face.
Catherine and Warrick departed leaving Nick and Sara alone.
A devilish grin played on Sara's lips. "So, are you too injured to do this?" She leaned down and kissed him.
"Hmm, I think that actually makes me feel better. But we'll have to try that again, just to make sure." Nick grinned as he tangled his fingers in her hair again, pulling her down for a kiss.
They didn't notice when Grissom came back and then slowly retreated to the waiting room, a half smile etched on his lips.