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Summary: Nick's upset and takes it out on Sara.
AN: This is a more serious fic than our previous two.
Authors: bloodredcherry and raven
Oooh, S/N fic. Shiny!
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Sara cut the engine and bit her lip, she let out an angry growl and got out of the car. Slamming the door behind her, she jammed her key into the lock and let herself into her apartment building. She stomped over to the elevator, but after punching the up button three times she decided to take the stairs.
"Who the hell does he think he is," she felt her eyes burning. Oh great, now she was going to cry.
She wiped her hand across her cheeks, Sara Sidle did not cry--at least if she could help it. And if she was going to cry tonight, she'd do it in her own damn apartment in her bath, *alone*
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Nick tried his best to organize the crime scene packing up as much as he could before making it a night. He made a mental note about telling Grissom that they would need more time to look through the rest of the house tomorrow.
Pulling his bag and gear up from the ground he pushed past the people still lingering around the house and nodded at the police officer who held bystanders off before ducking underneath the yellow tape and towards where he packed his car.
Pulling away from the house he knew that he had to do something important before returning to the lab.
When Nick made his way to the highway, he turned right instead of left.
He knew he had to apologize, Nick hadn't meant to take his bad day out on her. Sara had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
All he hoped was that she would forgive him. He wouldn't have blamed her if she slammed the door in his face.
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