Nick pulled into Desert Palm Hospital near the ER.
Sara glanced over at him, "Nick, I'm sure my ankle is fine."
Nick looked at her and chuckled, "Sara, you're getting an X-ray whether you like it or not. It still might be broken." He got out of the Tahoe and made his way over to the passenger side. Sara started to get out, but before she could get her feet on the ground, Nick had put one arm around her waist and the other under her knees so he could carry her into the ER.
The ER wasn't too busy and Sara was able to get in to see a doctor rather quickly. After taking an X-ray, the doctor confirmed what they both thought, she had a bad sprain. He wrapped her ankle in an elastic bandage and gave her crutches, instructing her to keep off of it for the next week and keep her foot elevated.
By the time they finished up at the ER, there were only a few hours left until shift started. Nick knew better than to try and talk Sara out of working, especially since the doctor had not put restrictions on her other than to stay off her ankle, so he headed to the lab. He held the front door of the lab open for Sara as she hobbled in on her crutches and he checked the samples they had collected from the Madrona trees into evidence.
Sara headed for the couch as soon as they entered the break room, "Who knew using these things would be so tiring." She gestured at the crutches that she pushed under the couch.
Nick smiled, "Want some coffee?"
She glanced at him with her eyebrows raised, "Do you even have to ask?"
Nick chuckled. He poured her a cup and then one for himself before walking over and joining her on the couch.
Sara took the cup gratefully and closed her eyes savoring the coffee.
Nick glanced at her, "You know, you really should have your ankle elevated."
Sara smirked at him, "Ok, Dr. Stokes."
He raised an eyebrow, "If you don't, you may end up in a cast and have to use those crutches a lot longer."
She rolled her eyes at him and took another sip of her coffee.
"Here." He set his coffee down on the table next to the couch and grabbed her calf pulling her injured leg up onto his lap. "You need to elevate this and I'm going to make sure you do, at least until shift starts."
She chuckled at him, "Ok, but at least let me get comfortable, Nick." She put her coffee down next to Nick's and pivoted her body so she could put her other leg up on his lap. She lay back on the couch resting her head on the armrest, her arms on her stomach.
Nick looked amused, "Better?" He rested his hands on her legs.
"Uh huh." She replied smugly closing her eyes, "Now all I need is someone to feed me grapes."
Nick chuckled, "Don't press your luck, Sara." He lay his head back against the back of the couch and closed his eyes.
The pair were asleep a few minutes after they'd closed their eyes. Two hours later, Catherine walked into the break room, a wry grin on her face as she saw Nick and Sara asleep on the couch. She raised an eyebrow when she noticed Sara's wrapped ankle and the crutches under the couch. Not wanting to disturb them, she turned around and headed to the locker room to put her things away.
Warrick stood in front of his locker hanging up his coat when Catherine entered, a smile firmly etched on her face. Warrick looked at her curiously, "What's the smile for?"
She chuckled, "You'll have to go look in the break room for yourself."
Warrick closed his locker and headed toward the break room with Catherine behind him. He chuckled as he observed, Sara's legs over Nick's lap, both of them sound asleep. He was curious about Sara's wrapped ankle and the crutches under the couch. Warrick heard singing behind him and he turned to see Greg Sanders dancing down the hall toward the break room with a Walkman in hand. As Greg rounded the corner into the break room, Warrick shot him a glare and held his finger up to his lips to tell him to be quiet. Greg stopped his tracks as he followed to where Warrick now pointed.
Apologetically, he turned off the Walkman and slid the headphones off his head. He whispered, "I was just going to make some coffee." He glanced over at Nick and Sara, "What's with those two?"
Catherine chuckled, "They pulled a double, but I don't know the story about Sara's ankle."
Greg made coffee and as it brewed, Sara stirred. Without opening her eyes she mumbled, "Do I smell fresh coffee?"
"You sure do." Greg answered cheerfully.
Sara opened her eyes and winced as she moved her injured ankle trying to sit up. Nick was sound asleep and didn't stir.
Sara ran her fingers through her hair and glanced over at Warrick, "What time is it?"
He chuckled, "Shift starts in a little less than an hour." Warrick gestured toward Sara's ankle, "What did you do to yourself, Sara?"
She tried to restrain an embarrassed smile, "I sprained my ankle."
Pouring himself a cup of freshly brewed coffee, Greg asked, "How did you do that?"
She glanced at him and raised an eyebrow, "If you bring me coffee, I'll tell you."
Greg quickly got Sara a cup of coffee and handed it to her, "Here you go, Sara."
Catherine smirked at how Greg was falling all over himself around Sara.
Sara noticed as well and chuckled, "I tripped coming down the mountain and sprained it."
Greg sat down on a chair at the table, "So, how did you get down the mountain? Did you have to get search and rescue? How far did they have to carry you?"
Catherine and Warrick wore bemused grins on their faces.
Sara tried to restrain an embarrassed smile, "Nick carried me." She took a sip of coffee to try and hide the faint color in her cheeks.
Warrick raised an eyebrow, "How far did he carry you?"
"A mile and a half," Nick replied without opening his eyes.
Catherine chuckled, "Nick, aren't you tired?" She glanced at Sara, "No offense intended, Sara."
"None taken," She replied.
"Yes, I'm tired. Until five minutes ago, I was sleeping." He still hadn't opened his eyes. "Sara, how does your ankle feel?" His thumb caressed her leg.
"It hurts like hell." She replied taking another sip of her coffee.
"So basically no change then." He quipped finally opening his eyes and giving her a lopsided smile.
She smiled, "Pretty much."
Nick wrinkled his brow, "Hey, David never paged us yesterday. Did he get through the autopsy?"
Catherine interjected, "He should have a prelim for you in a couple of hours. Brass is still working on trying to ID the vic. I guess I might as well give assignments. Work on what you've got. Warrick, if anything new comes in, it's yours."
With that the nightshift began another shift.
Sara glanced over at him, "Nick, I'm sure my ankle is fine."
Nick looked at her and chuckled, "Sara, you're getting an X-ray whether you like it or not. It still might be broken." He got out of the Tahoe and made his way over to the passenger side. Sara started to get out, but before she could get her feet on the ground, Nick had put one arm around her waist and the other under her knees so he could carry her into the ER.
The ER wasn't too busy and Sara was able to get in to see a doctor rather quickly. After taking an X-ray, the doctor confirmed what they both thought, she had a bad sprain. He wrapped her ankle in an elastic bandage and gave her crutches, instructing her to keep off of it for the next week and keep her foot elevated.
By the time they finished up at the ER, there were only a few hours left until shift started. Nick knew better than to try and talk Sara out of working, especially since the doctor had not put restrictions on her other than to stay off her ankle, so he headed to the lab. He held the front door of the lab open for Sara as she hobbled in on her crutches and he checked the samples they had collected from the Madrona trees into evidence.
Sara headed for the couch as soon as they entered the break room, "Who knew using these things would be so tiring." She gestured at the crutches that she pushed under the couch.
Nick smiled, "Want some coffee?"
She glanced at him with her eyebrows raised, "Do you even have to ask?"
Nick chuckled. He poured her a cup and then one for himself before walking over and joining her on the couch.
Sara took the cup gratefully and closed her eyes savoring the coffee.
Nick glanced at her, "You know, you really should have your ankle elevated."
Sara smirked at him, "Ok, Dr. Stokes."
He raised an eyebrow, "If you don't, you may end up in a cast and have to use those crutches a lot longer."
She rolled her eyes at him and took another sip of her coffee.
"Here." He set his coffee down on the table next to the couch and grabbed her calf pulling her injured leg up onto his lap. "You need to elevate this and I'm going to make sure you do, at least until shift starts."
She chuckled at him, "Ok, but at least let me get comfortable, Nick." She put her coffee down next to Nick's and pivoted her body so she could put her other leg up on his lap. She lay back on the couch resting her head on the armrest, her arms on her stomach.
Nick looked amused, "Better?" He rested his hands on her legs.
"Uh huh." She replied smugly closing her eyes, "Now all I need is someone to feed me grapes."
Nick chuckled, "Don't press your luck, Sara." He lay his head back against the back of the couch and closed his eyes.
The pair were asleep a few minutes after they'd closed their eyes. Two hours later, Catherine walked into the break room, a wry grin on her face as she saw Nick and Sara asleep on the couch. She raised an eyebrow when she noticed Sara's wrapped ankle and the crutches under the couch. Not wanting to disturb them, she turned around and headed to the locker room to put her things away.
Warrick stood in front of his locker hanging up his coat when Catherine entered, a smile firmly etched on her face. Warrick looked at her curiously, "What's the smile for?"
She chuckled, "You'll have to go look in the break room for yourself."
Warrick closed his locker and headed toward the break room with Catherine behind him. He chuckled as he observed, Sara's legs over Nick's lap, both of them sound asleep. He was curious about Sara's wrapped ankle and the crutches under the couch. Warrick heard singing behind him and he turned to see Greg Sanders dancing down the hall toward the break room with a Walkman in hand. As Greg rounded the corner into the break room, Warrick shot him a glare and held his finger up to his lips to tell him to be quiet. Greg stopped his tracks as he followed to where Warrick now pointed.
Apologetically, he turned off the Walkman and slid the headphones off his head. He whispered, "I was just going to make some coffee." He glanced over at Nick and Sara, "What's with those two?"
Catherine chuckled, "They pulled a double, but I don't know the story about Sara's ankle."
Greg made coffee and as it brewed, Sara stirred. Without opening her eyes she mumbled, "Do I smell fresh coffee?"
"You sure do." Greg answered cheerfully.
Sara opened her eyes and winced as she moved her injured ankle trying to sit up. Nick was sound asleep and didn't stir.
Sara ran her fingers through her hair and glanced over at Warrick, "What time is it?"
He chuckled, "Shift starts in a little less than an hour." Warrick gestured toward Sara's ankle, "What did you do to yourself, Sara?"
She tried to restrain an embarrassed smile, "I sprained my ankle."
Pouring himself a cup of freshly brewed coffee, Greg asked, "How did you do that?"
She glanced at him and raised an eyebrow, "If you bring me coffee, I'll tell you."
Greg quickly got Sara a cup of coffee and handed it to her, "Here you go, Sara."
Catherine smirked at how Greg was falling all over himself around Sara.
Sara noticed as well and chuckled, "I tripped coming down the mountain and sprained it."
Greg sat down on a chair at the table, "So, how did you get down the mountain? Did you have to get search and rescue? How far did they have to carry you?"
Catherine and Warrick wore bemused grins on their faces.
Sara tried to restrain an embarrassed smile, "Nick carried me." She took a sip of coffee to try and hide the faint color in her cheeks.
Warrick raised an eyebrow, "How far did he carry you?"
"A mile and a half," Nick replied without opening his eyes.
Catherine chuckled, "Nick, aren't you tired?" She glanced at Sara, "No offense intended, Sara."
"None taken," She replied.
"Yes, I'm tired. Until five minutes ago, I was sleeping." He still hadn't opened his eyes. "Sara, how does your ankle feel?" His thumb caressed her leg.
"It hurts like hell." She replied taking another sip of her coffee.
"So basically no change then." He quipped finally opening his eyes and giving her a lopsided smile.
She smiled, "Pretty much."
Nick wrinkled his brow, "Hey, David never paged us yesterday. Did he get through the autopsy?"
Catherine interjected, "He should have a prelim for you in a couple of hours. Brass is still working on trying to ID the vic. I guess I might as well give assignments. Work on what you've got. Warrick, if anything new comes in, it's yours."
With that the nightshift began another shift.