Greg spent the better part of the next week avoiding direct contact with
Sara. Not that she really would have done something to him, but just the
same, he had told quite a few people that the two of them had gone out on a
date. He had just left out one important detail; that Nick had been there
as well, oh and that it wasn't a date. He figured that the longer he
avoided Sara, the safer he would be.
Not that Nick and Sara really minded, because no one suspected that they had even gone out on a date. Well three dates actually, if you count breakfast after shift. Not that they started out that way, it's just that no one else was available to join them those two times they got to eat breakfast alone. It's just that it didn't seem that they ever really had a chance to be alone. Their days off rarely coincided and Nick and Sara both were getting frustrated at the lack of time they got to spend with each other outside of work.
Of course for people who's job it was to observe things, the rest of the team was pretty oblivious to the way Nick and Sara looked at each other when they thought no one was looking. Except Catherine that is. True to her word, she didn't tell anyone, but she did take the opportunity to tease both Nick and Sara when she had the chance.
Everything was going along just fine, until about four weeks after they started dating. Neither of them had had a day off in what seemed like forever. The next time they had the same day off was about two weeks away. Nick's hormones were getting the best of him. Every chance he got, he pulled Sara into some corner where he could sneak a kiss, and hold her in his arms. Not that Sara didn't do the same thing. But in this particular instance, it was Nick.
Sara was standing in the locker room, stowing her gear toward the end of a long shift. She was tired and wanted to go home. However, as soon as Nick walked in she brightened up.
He whispered to her in a low voice. "Are we alone?"
She nodded and a mischievous grin spread across her face as Nick walked over to her and pulled her against him. Sara's hands rested on his arms and she grinned up at him as he waggled his eyebrows at her.
Nick leaned in as Sara's eyes fluttered closed and he pressed his lips firmly against hers. Sara's lips parted and the kiss quickly escalated to one laced with passion. Their hands began to roam and they lost all coherent thought as well of any sense of time or space, or for that matter, where the hell they were. Soft moans emitted from the pair and Nick slid his hand up the back of Sara's shirt. They probably would have continued their passionate embrace indefinitely if it wasn't for the creaking of the locker room door.
Too late their lips broke apart as they clung to each other breathing heavily. What they had kept a secret from a majority of their team for nearly a month, was now no longer a secret as Warrick, Grissom, Catherine, and Greg stood in the doorway in a staggered fashion, all except Catherine with their mouths gaping open. She just wore a bemused grin on her face.
Warrick finally broke the awkward silence. "So how long have you two been dating?"
Nick and Sara just looked at each other and smiled, somewhat oblivious that they were still holding onto each other.
"You are dating aren't you?" Warrick raised an amused eyebrow. "I mean, I might give you the benefit of the doubt, that maybe one of you was getting mouth to mouth resuscitation, but the hand up Sara's shirt is a dead giveaway, Nick."
Greg couldn't seem to comprehend what he was seeing.
Nick quickly pulled his hand from under the back of Sara's shirt and they finally released each other, embarrassed grins etched on their faces.
Grissom shot Warrick a glare and then looked back at Nick and Sara. "Are you going to answer the question?" He still looked at bit shocked, but somewhat amused at the predicament his two young CSIs found themselves in.
Nick just nodded his head and grinned. "Well it all started with a flat tire."
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Not that Nick and Sara really minded, because no one suspected that they had even gone out on a date. Well three dates actually, if you count breakfast after shift. Not that they started out that way, it's just that no one else was available to join them those two times they got to eat breakfast alone. It's just that it didn't seem that they ever really had a chance to be alone. Their days off rarely coincided and Nick and Sara both were getting frustrated at the lack of time they got to spend with each other outside of work.
Of course for people who's job it was to observe things, the rest of the team was pretty oblivious to the way Nick and Sara looked at each other when they thought no one was looking. Except Catherine that is. True to her word, she didn't tell anyone, but she did take the opportunity to tease both Nick and Sara when she had the chance.
Everything was going along just fine, until about four weeks after they started dating. Neither of them had had a day off in what seemed like forever. The next time they had the same day off was about two weeks away. Nick's hormones were getting the best of him. Every chance he got, he pulled Sara into some corner where he could sneak a kiss, and hold her in his arms. Not that Sara didn't do the same thing. But in this particular instance, it was Nick.
Sara was standing in the locker room, stowing her gear toward the end of a long shift. She was tired and wanted to go home. However, as soon as Nick walked in she brightened up.
He whispered to her in a low voice. "Are we alone?"
She nodded and a mischievous grin spread across her face as Nick walked over to her and pulled her against him. Sara's hands rested on his arms and she grinned up at him as he waggled his eyebrows at her.
Nick leaned in as Sara's eyes fluttered closed and he pressed his lips firmly against hers. Sara's lips parted and the kiss quickly escalated to one laced with passion. Their hands began to roam and they lost all coherent thought as well of any sense of time or space, or for that matter, where the hell they were. Soft moans emitted from the pair and Nick slid his hand up the back of Sara's shirt. They probably would have continued their passionate embrace indefinitely if it wasn't for the creaking of the locker room door.
Too late their lips broke apart as they clung to each other breathing heavily. What they had kept a secret from a majority of their team for nearly a month, was now no longer a secret as Warrick, Grissom, Catherine, and Greg stood in the doorway in a staggered fashion, all except Catherine with their mouths gaping open. She just wore a bemused grin on her face.
Warrick finally broke the awkward silence. "So how long have you two been dating?"
Nick and Sara just looked at each other and smiled, somewhat oblivious that they were still holding onto each other.
"You are dating aren't you?" Warrick raised an amused eyebrow. "I mean, I might give you the benefit of the doubt, that maybe one of you was getting mouth to mouth resuscitation, but the hand up Sara's shirt is a dead giveaway, Nick."
Greg couldn't seem to comprehend what he was seeing.
Nick quickly pulled his hand from under the back of Sara's shirt and they finally released each other, embarrassed grins etched on their faces.
Grissom shot Warrick a glare and then looked back at Nick and Sara. "Are you going to answer the question?" He still looked at bit shocked, but somewhat amused at the predicament his two young CSIs found themselves in.
Nick just nodded his head and grinned. "Well it all started with a flat tire."
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