While Sara took her shower, I looked through the phone book for a Chinese place that delivered. I'm amazed that it seems that every place in Southern California delivers. I chuckled as I dialed the restaurant and placed our order. I decided that I'd better make sure there were a couple of vegetarian dishes in the order or Sara would kill me. After I hung up the phone, I still heard the sound of water going. Boy, Sara sure was taking her time. I was starting to feel really gritty with salt and sand clinging to my body. I really had a great time surfing, although, I hate to admit that Sara is much better at it than I am. If I didn't have to see her in a two-piece swimsuit all day, I think I might have done better. I didn't realize she could be that distracting by looking so damn good in a swim suit. 'Ok, Stokes, get your mind out of the gutter. She's your friend and nothing else. Remember, the girl has a thing for Grissom, although you'll never understand why.'

My cell phone rang. I reached over and looked at the caller ID before I decided whether or not to answer it. Warrick. I answered the call. "Hey, man. What's up?"

On the other end of the line Warrick was asking questions faster than a semi-automatic weapon. "Nick, man, what are you thinking? Why'd you take off so fast? Did you bother to tell Grissom where you were going? When are you coming back? Did you find Sara? What's going on with her? Why did you follow her all the way to LA? Are you in love with her?"

It was the last question that made me cough. "What? No. Why would you say that? I just wanted to make sure she's ok."

Warrick laughed on the other end of the line; the kind of laugh when you don't really believe someone. "Is she ok?"

I chuckled. "She will be. We went surfing today."

"Surfing." Warrick sounded amused. "I would pay money to see that."

"Hey, you should try it sometime. We had a great time." I answered him.

"Why did she leave?" Warrick asked.

I heard the water stop in the bathroom. "Warrick, you'll have to ask her that, or you could just ask Grissom."

"Damn." Warrick answered.

"Yeah." I responded. "Anyway. I need to go take a shower. I'm not sure when we'll be back, but don't worry about her. She'll be fine."

"Ok, man." Warrick ended the call.

I tossed my cell phone onto the couch as Sara emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top, her hair wrapped in a towel. I smiled at her. "Warrick just called."

Sara smiled. "Did you tell him that I'm fine?"

I chuckled. "Yes, I did. I told him we went surfing." I smiled. Just the thought of the thrill it was to ride in on the waves made me smile.

Sara chuckled at me. I raised an eyebrow at her. She smiled. "You know, you really suck at it."

I opened my mouth to protest, but I knew she was right. I wasn't about to tell her about how distracting she'd been to me in her swimsuit. I chuckled at her and smiled. "I'm going to go take a shower now. The food should be here pretty soon."

"Way to avoid the conversation, Stokes." Sara teased as I made my way down the hall and into my bedroom. I grabbed a change of clothes and made my way to the shower to come clean. I hoped that it would help wash away the image of Sara in her swimsuit. The second I walked into the bathroom I knew that was a lost cause. Her swimsuit hung from one of the towel racks drying. I chuckled to myself. We may have to avoid the beach altogether if we're going to remain just friends and if I don't want Sara to kill me for having carnal thoughts about her.