Disclaimer: Don't own them, didn't create them, no one gives me vast sums
of money for writing these, you get the picture.
Pairing: My favorite flirts, Nick and Sara of course.
Rating: PG-13 - R
Summary: After attending a seminar on forensic psychology in Seattle, our favorite CSIs decide to take a few vacation days and explore the surrounding area. Will they find out each other's dirty little secret?
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It had begun innocently enough. Each CSI had to attend a conference for continuing education once a year. Everyone else had already attended one, and Grissom thought that it would be beneficial if Nick and Sara met their requirement by attending a seminar on forensic psychology offered by the Green River Task Force in Seattle. Of course, Seattle in October wasn't everyone's idea of a vacation destination, but since they both also had some vacation coming, Grissom had okayed a few days of vacation after the seminar was over.
The seminar was interesting enough. The task force had culled years worth of evidence to track down a notorious killer, responsible for the murders of perhaps forty women over a period of years. The killer himself, who looked more like the middle aged man next door than a deranged madman, had provided detectives with many important details and had provided insight into his psyche as a way to escape the death penalty.
Now that the seminar was over, they had decided to take one of the many ferries that traversed Puget Sound over to San Juan Island where they had rented a two bedroom cabin on the beach. The day was blustery, but not raining, a fact that somehow surprised them both, since it had been raining since they arrived in Seattle. Most people who did not live in or near Seattle had the impression that it never stopped raining. After they had checked out of the hotel where the seminar was, they drove their rental car about two hours north to Anacortes where they caught the ferry to San Juan Island. The ferry ride itself last about four hours and by the time they pulled into the dock, they both were amazed by the scenery they had been witness to. The ferry had actually had to stop for twenty minutes as a pod of Orca whales had swam into its path.
They stopped and picked up a few groceries in the town of Friday Harbor near the ferry dock before they drove around the island to the cabin they had rented. By the time they got there, they were both tired, but not exhausted. They grinned at the promise of kayaking. The proprietor of the cabin had indicated that they had several to rent out, and although October was pushing it in terms of weather for kayaking, it was still doable.
Nick and Sara made a simple dinner of spaghetti, salad, and French bread. After they finished dinner, they decided to go for a walk on the beach and watch the sun set.
Nick didn't think he'd seen Sara that relaxed or happy in a long time. She had a huge grin etched on her face. He chuckled as he watched her.
She turned to him with a quizzical expression. "What?"
"You just seem to be so relaxed. I don't think I've ever seen you like this, Sar." Nick commented smiling.
Nick and Sara were good friends. They spent a lot of time together outside of work and had become each others sounding boards.
She grinned at him. "It's just so beautiful here and quiet."
Nick chuckled. "Yeah, I didn't expect that it would be this pretty either. It's a lot different than Vegas, that's for sure."
They headed back to the cabin and decided to watch a movie. About fifteen minutes into the movie, they both fell asleep. Nick woke as the credits were rolling. Sara's head rested on his shoulder. "Hey, Sar. Wake up; it's time to go to sleep."
She yawned and lifted her head from his shoulder. With a hint of sarcasm in her voice she glanced over at Nick. "That was some movie. Remind me to buy a copy of that in case I get insomnia."
Nick laughed and kissed the top of her head. "I'll see you in the morning." He stood up and made his way into one of the bedrooms, pulling his shirt off over his head as he went.
Sara found herself staring after him, wondering all of a sudden what the rest of his body looked like. She shook her head, but couldn't get the image out of her mind. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn't had a date in quite a while, or that they'd already spent two solid days together at a seminar, or maybe because they'd spent a few hours in the car and then sitting together on the ferry, but for whatever reason, she found herself lusting after her friend and coworker in her mind. She pulled herself off the couch and made her way into the other bedroom.
As she dressed for bed in a pair of pajama pants and a spaghetti strapped tank top, she heard the water running in the bathroom. The only bathroom in the cabin was situated between their rooms. Nick was taking a shower. An image she did not need to entertain as she was trying to get carnal thoughts about him out of her mind.
She crawled into bed and tried to go to sleep. The water stopped and now images of Nick in a towel entered her head. She had almost gotten it out of her head when she heard a knock at the door to her room. She lifted her head as the door cracked open.
"Hey, Sar, I'm done with the bathroom if you need it." Nick stood silhouetted in the doorway. He had a towel slung low across his hips.
"Thanks." Sara bit her lower lip as he closed the door behind him. She heard the door to the other bedroom open and then close. She lay there. She just couldn't take the images filtering through her mind and she found her hands running up her body and cupping her breasts through her shirt, her thumbs rubbing them to arousal. The sensations that coursed through her body left her wanting more. She pulled her shirt over her head and massaged her breasts again with her fingertips. She had to bite her lower lip to stop the moans that wanted to escape her lips. When she felt she couldn't take it any more, she slid her pajama pants off along with her panties and began to arouse herself as she thought of Nick in the other room, wondering what it would be like if it was him touching her instead, him bringing her to the heights of physical ecstasy. When she finished she turned over on her stomach and hugged her pillow as she tried to catch her breath, falling asleep with the blankets twisted around her waist wondering what Nick would say if he ever found out.
Nick woke early and wanted to get a head start on kayaking. He pulled himself out of bed clad in his boxers and a T-shirt and decided to wake Sara. He softly opened his bedroom door and walked across the hall. As he opened her bedroom door, he froze. Sara lay as she fell asleep, on her stomach, the blankets hitting her just below her waist revealing her bare back and a hint of the curve of her breast. One of her legs jutted out of the covers, revealing her bare leg almost up to her hip. Nick softly closed the door, but the image of a mostly naked Sara caused thoughts that he'd worked hard to push down to rise unbidden to the surface. He'd found her attractive since the day he'd met her. He'd kept his distance because he thought that Grissom had some unwritten claim to her. But as he'd gotten to know her, they had become close friends and he learned that she had finally given up on Grissom. Now that they were close friends, he wasn't sure he wanted to risk that. But that image of Sara in her bed was almost too much.
He went back into his bedroom and closed the door. Biting his lower lip, he tried to suppress what his body was crying out for. He decided he'd better take a shower, a very cold shower. He moved into the bathroom and quickly shed his T-shirt and boxers. Thoughts of Sara overwhelmed him and he finally gave in to what his body craved. He brought himself to climax, with images of Sara naked in the next room running through his mind. It didn't take long for him to get release, but he still couldn't get those images out of his mind. He ran the water as cold as he could get it as he stood under the spray.
When he emerged, Sara stood at the door clad in pajama pants and a spaghetti strapped tank top, a lopsided grin was etched on her face. "Boy, Stokes, two showers in less than eight hours. Getting a little vain?" She looked clearly amused.
He swallowed. If she only knew what he'd been thinking just a little bit ago. He raised a single eyebrow as he stood there in his boxers and T- shirt. "You snooze, you lose, Sidle. I hear a kayak calling."
"Give me five minutes." Sara smiled as she entered the bathroom. She quickly showered and changed her clothes. Ten minutes later, she emerged.
Nick looked amused. "Five minutes, huh? I counted ten."
She chuckled and challenged him. "I'm ready to walk out the door, are you?"
He grinned. "Yeah, I even have some tasty Power Bars."
She just shook her head and laughed. "Let's go, the guy at the office said if we're lucky we might get to see some whales close up."
The pair headed out to the rental car, secretly wondering what the other would think if they knew their dirty little secret.
Pairing: My favorite flirts, Nick and Sara of course.
Rating: PG-13 - R
Summary: After attending a seminar on forensic psychology in Seattle, our favorite CSIs decide to take a few vacation days and explore the surrounding area. Will they find out each other's dirty little secret?
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It had begun innocently enough. Each CSI had to attend a conference for continuing education once a year. Everyone else had already attended one, and Grissom thought that it would be beneficial if Nick and Sara met their requirement by attending a seminar on forensic psychology offered by the Green River Task Force in Seattle. Of course, Seattle in October wasn't everyone's idea of a vacation destination, but since they both also had some vacation coming, Grissom had okayed a few days of vacation after the seminar was over.
The seminar was interesting enough. The task force had culled years worth of evidence to track down a notorious killer, responsible for the murders of perhaps forty women over a period of years. The killer himself, who looked more like the middle aged man next door than a deranged madman, had provided detectives with many important details and had provided insight into his psyche as a way to escape the death penalty.
Now that the seminar was over, they had decided to take one of the many ferries that traversed Puget Sound over to San Juan Island where they had rented a two bedroom cabin on the beach. The day was blustery, but not raining, a fact that somehow surprised them both, since it had been raining since they arrived in Seattle. Most people who did not live in or near Seattle had the impression that it never stopped raining. After they had checked out of the hotel where the seminar was, they drove their rental car about two hours north to Anacortes where they caught the ferry to San Juan Island. The ferry ride itself last about four hours and by the time they pulled into the dock, they both were amazed by the scenery they had been witness to. The ferry had actually had to stop for twenty minutes as a pod of Orca whales had swam into its path.
They stopped and picked up a few groceries in the town of Friday Harbor near the ferry dock before they drove around the island to the cabin they had rented. By the time they got there, they were both tired, but not exhausted. They grinned at the promise of kayaking. The proprietor of the cabin had indicated that they had several to rent out, and although October was pushing it in terms of weather for kayaking, it was still doable.
Nick and Sara made a simple dinner of spaghetti, salad, and French bread. After they finished dinner, they decided to go for a walk on the beach and watch the sun set.
Nick didn't think he'd seen Sara that relaxed or happy in a long time. She had a huge grin etched on her face. He chuckled as he watched her.
She turned to him with a quizzical expression. "What?"
"You just seem to be so relaxed. I don't think I've ever seen you like this, Sar." Nick commented smiling.
Nick and Sara were good friends. They spent a lot of time together outside of work and had become each others sounding boards.
She grinned at him. "It's just so beautiful here and quiet."
Nick chuckled. "Yeah, I didn't expect that it would be this pretty either. It's a lot different than Vegas, that's for sure."
They headed back to the cabin and decided to watch a movie. About fifteen minutes into the movie, they both fell asleep. Nick woke as the credits were rolling. Sara's head rested on his shoulder. "Hey, Sar. Wake up; it's time to go to sleep."
She yawned and lifted her head from his shoulder. With a hint of sarcasm in her voice she glanced over at Nick. "That was some movie. Remind me to buy a copy of that in case I get insomnia."
Nick laughed and kissed the top of her head. "I'll see you in the morning." He stood up and made his way into one of the bedrooms, pulling his shirt off over his head as he went.
Sara found herself staring after him, wondering all of a sudden what the rest of his body looked like. She shook her head, but couldn't get the image out of her mind. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn't had a date in quite a while, or that they'd already spent two solid days together at a seminar, or maybe because they'd spent a few hours in the car and then sitting together on the ferry, but for whatever reason, she found herself lusting after her friend and coworker in her mind. She pulled herself off the couch and made her way into the other bedroom.
As she dressed for bed in a pair of pajama pants and a spaghetti strapped tank top, she heard the water running in the bathroom. The only bathroom in the cabin was situated between their rooms. Nick was taking a shower. An image she did not need to entertain as she was trying to get carnal thoughts about him out of her mind.
She crawled into bed and tried to go to sleep. The water stopped and now images of Nick in a towel entered her head. She had almost gotten it out of her head when she heard a knock at the door to her room. She lifted her head as the door cracked open.
"Hey, Sar, I'm done with the bathroom if you need it." Nick stood silhouetted in the doorway. He had a towel slung low across his hips.
"Thanks." Sara bit her lower lip as he closed the door behind him. She heard the door to the other bedroom open and then close. She lay there. She just couldn't take the images filtering through her mind and she found her hands running up her body and cupping her breasts through her shirt, her thumbs rubbing them to arousal. The sensations that coursed through her body left her wanting more. She pulled her shirt over her head and massaged her breasts again with her fingertips. She had to bite her lower lip to stop the moans that wanted to escape her lips. When she felt she couldn't take it any more, she slid her pajama pants off along with her panties and began to arouse herself as she thought of Nick in the other room, wondering what it would be like if it was him touching her instead, him bringing her to the heights of physical ecstasy. When she finished she turned over on her stomach and hugged her pillow as she tried to catch her breath, falling asleep with the blankets twisted around her waist wondering what Nick would say if he ever found out.
Nick woke early and wanted to get a head start on kayaking. He pulled himself out of bed clad in his boxers and a T-shirt and decided to wake Sara. He softly opened his bedroom door and walked across the hall. As he opened her bedroom door, he froze. Sara lay as she fell asleep, on her stomach, the blankets hitting her just below her waist revealing her bare back and a hint of the curve of her breast. One of her legs jutted out of the covers, revealing her bare leg almost up to her hip. Nick softly closed the door, but the image of a mostly naked Sara caused thoughts that he'd worked hard to push down to rise unbidden to the surface. He'd found her attractive since the day he'd met her. He'd kept his distance because he thought that Grissom had some unwritten claim to her. But as he'd gotten to know her, they had become close friends and he learned that she had finally given up on Grissom. Now that they were close friends, he wasn't sure he wanted to risk that. But that image of Sara in her bed was almost too much.
He went back into his bedroom and closed the door. Biting his lower lip, he tried to suppress what his body was crying out for. He decided he'd better take a shower, a very cold shower. He moved into the bathroom and quickly shed his T-shirt and boxers. Thoughts of Sara overwhelmed him and he finally gave in to what his body craved. He brought himself to climax, with images of Sara naked in the next room running through his mind. It didn't take long for him to get release, but he still couldn't get those images out of his mind. He ran the water as cold as he could get it as he stood under the spray.
When he emerged, Sara stood at the door clad in pajama pants and a spaghetti strapped tank top, a lopsided grin was etched on her face. "Boy, Stokes, two showers in less than eight hours. Getting a little vain?" She looked clearly amused.
He swallowed. If she only knew what he'd been thinking just a little bit ago. He raised a single eyebrow as he stood there in his boxers and T- shirt. "You snooze, you lose, Sidle. I hear a kayak calling."
"Give me five minutes." Sara smiled as she entered the bathroom. She quickly showered and changed her clothes. Ten minutes later, she emerged.
Nick looked amused. "Five minutes, huh? I counted ten."
She chuckled and challenged him. "I'm ready to walk out the door, are you?"
He grinned. "Yeah, I even have some tasty Power Bars."
She just shook her head and laughed. "Let's go, the guy at the office said if we're lucky we might get to see some whales close up."
The pair headed out to the rental car, secretly wondering what the other would think if they knew their dirty little secret.