Sara sat in one of the labs lightly drumming her fingers on the desk she
was sitting at and staring at the clock. Nick and Grissom had been gone
for over an hour and she was impatiently wondering what was taking them so
long. She had even had time to go home and shower and put on clean
clothes, however she had put Nick's shirt back on over a tank top, liking
the feel of him surrounding her. This had not gone unnoticed by Warrick or
Catherine who were beginning to have serious suspicions about exactly what
kind of relationship their two friends had.
Sara glanced at the clock on the wall and, apparently not satisfied by what she saw, looked at her watch. It offered the same response and Sara sighed heavily. She knew that Nick seeing his brother-in-law was bound to be difficult for him and hoped desperately that he was okay.
And, not only was her worry for Nick keeping her preoccupied, but her thoughts kept drifting back to last night with him, feeling his soft, warm lips trailing down her neck, his strong, gentle hands gripping her hips.
"Earth to Sara!"
Sara jumped and looked over, embarrassed to see Catherine and Warrick were sitting staring at her expectantly.
"Sorry, what?" she asked, feeling warmth spread across her cheeks. "My mind was, uh, somewhere else. I didn't catch that."
Warrick and Catherine exchanged a quick glance.
"I asked if you were done with that sample yet?" Catherine said patiently. "Can you confirm that they're cat hairs?"
"Oh, oh yeah," Sara shook herself, relieved to be able to escape further questioning and turned back to the microscope in front of her. She had actually finished what she was doing a good fifteen minutes earlier but was so distracted that she had forgotten to tell them what she found. "Um, hair and fiber analysis is Nick's specialty, not mine, but these were easy to match to all of the labs samples of feline hair."
"Good, at least we can eliminate the possibility of it being transfer from our suspect," Warrick said. "Hey, check this out. I fumed our cigarette butt and it appears that we have a survivor."
Catherine and Sara came over to where Warrick was sitting in front of the fume hood. A partial fingerprint had magically appeared as the fumes had set.
"Nice!" Sara exclaimed happily. "It's a bit smudged and only a partial but I'm sure Jackie can fix that for us."
"I'll run it down to her right now," Warrick said, carefully removing the butt with tweezers and dropping it into a bindle.
"Good job War," Catherine said. "You may just have nailed our suspect for us."
"Thanks Cath, let's hope so," he replied as he left.
Catherine and Sara continued working. Catherine was going through Rachel's phone records and Sara through her credit cards. Neither was having any luck finding anything suspicious.
"This girl hardly used her cell phone at all," Catherine commented, resting her chin on her hand. "And when she did she only called either work, home or her family."
"Yeah and the last time she used her credit card it was to buy gas a couple months ago in Denver and she immediately paid the bill online," Sara added. "God, I wish my credit looked like this." She sighed and flipped her folder shut, rubbing her eyes.
"So in other words there is nothing in these files that will help us figure out why she was here." Sara's hands covered her face and she sighed again.
Catherine looked over at her. "Sara, you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Sara mumbled from behind her hands. "Just worrying about Nick, that's all."
"We all are," Catherine agreed, closing her own folder and crossing her arms over it on the table. "But perhaps some of us more than others?" she added pointedly, watching for the other woman's reaction.
Sara peeked out at her from between her fingers. "Just what exactly are you implying Miss Willows?"
"Nothing!" Catherine replied innocently, shrugging her shoulders. "Nothing at all."
Sara closed her fingers over her eyes again, silently pleading that the mini interrogation was over.
"Should I be implying something?" Catherine asked after a pause.
Sara rolled her eyes, no such luck. She should have known that they wouldn't be able to fool Catherine very easily for very long. She sighed and slid her hands off her face.
"Catherine, he's my best friend, and I care about him a lot. Of course I'm really worried."
Nice job avoiding the question, Catherine thought inwardly but decided to let it go. Sara wouldn't give up anything she wasn't ready to. "Okay, just curious. I'll take your word for it."
"Thank you."
Catherine got up to return the files she and Sara had been looking at. "That's a nice shirt by the way," she said over her shoulder as she left the room.
Sara couldn't help but smile.
***
A/N: Okay I know this is short and somewhat pointless but I promise, oh faithful readers that there is plenty more to come. The floodgates have recently opened and I've been pouring out this story like there's no tomorrow so keep an eye out for updates. Thanks! Oh and by the way, to those of you who nominated me for a Snickers fanfic award at the Nick and Sara site, thank you so much I am greatly honored and humbled.
Sara glanced at the clock on the wall and, apparently not satisfied by what she saw, looked at her watch. It offered the same response and Sara sighed heavily. She knew that Nick seeing his brother-in-law was bound to be difficult for him and hoped desperately that he was okay.
And, not only was her worry for Nick keeping her preoccupied, but her thoughts kept drifting back to last night with him, feeling his soft, warm lips trailing down her neck, his strong, gentle hands gripping her hips.
"Earth to Sara!"
Sara jumped and looked over, embarrassed to see Catherine and Warrick were sitting staring at her expectantly.
"Sorry, what?" she asked, feeling warmth spread across her cheeks. "My mind was, uh, somewhere else. I didn't catch that."
Warrick and Catherine exchanged a quick glance.
"I asked if you were done with that sample yet?" Catherine said patiently. "Can you confirm that they're cat hairs?"
"Oh, oh yeah," Sara shook herself, relieved to be able to escape further questioning and turned back to the microscope in front of her. She had actually finished what she was doing a good fifteen minutes earlier but was so distracted that she had forgotten to tell them what she found. "Um, hair and fiber analysis is Nick's specialty, not mine, but these were easy to match to all of the labs samples of feline hair."
"Good, at least we can eliminate the possibility of it being transfer from our suspect," Warrick said. "Hey, check this out. I fumed our cigarette butt and it appears that we have a survivor."
Catherine and Sara came over to where Warrick was sitting in front of the fume hood. A partial fingerprint had magically appeared as the fumes had set.
"Nice!" Sara exclaimed happily. "It's a bit smudged and only a partial but I'm sure Jackie can fix that for us."
"I'll run it down to her right now," Warrick said, carefully removing the butt with tweezers and dropping it into a bindle.
"Good job War," Catherine said. "You may just have nailed our suspect for us."
"Thanks Cath, let's hope so," he replied as he left.
Catherine and Sara continued working. Catherine was going through Rachel's phone records and Sara through her credit cards. Neither was having any luck finding anything suspicious.
"This girl hardly used her cell phone at all," Catherine commented, resting her chin on her hand. "And when she did she only called either work, home or her family."
"Yeah and the last time she used her credit card it was to buy gas a couple months ago in Denver and she immediately paid the bill online," Sara added. "God, I wish my credit looked like this." She sighed and flipped her folder shut, rubbing her eyes.
"So in other words there is nothing in these files that will help us figure out why she was here." Sara's hands covered her face and she sighed again.
Catherine looked over at her. "Sara, you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Sara mumbled from behind her hands. "Just worrying about Nick, that's all."
"We all are," Catherine agreed, closing her own folder and crossing her arms over it on the table. "But perhaps some of us more than others?" she added pointedly, watching for the other woman's reaction.
Sara peeked out at her from between her fingers. "Just what exactly are you implying Miss Willows?"
"Nothing!" Catherine replied innocently, shrugging her shoulders. "Nothing at all."
Sara closed her fingers over her eyes again, silently pleading that the mini interrogation was over.
"Should I be implying something?" Catherine asked after a pause.
Sara rolled her eyes, no such luck. She should have known that they wouldn't be able to fool Catherine very easily for very long. She sighed and slid her hands off her face.
"Catherine, he's my best friend, and I care about him a lot. Of course I'm really worried."
Nice job avoiding the question, Catherine thought inwardly but decided to let it go. Sara wouldn't give up anything she wasn't ready to. "Okay, just curious. I'll take your word for it."
"Thank you."
Catherine got up to return the files she and Sara had been looking at. "That's a nice shirt by the way," she said over her shoulder as she left the room.
Sara couldn't help but smile.
***
A/N: Okay I know this is short and somewhat pointless but I promise, oh faithful readers that there is plenty more to come. The floodgates have recently opened and I've been pouring out this story like there's no tomorrow so keep an eye out for updates. Thanks! Oh and by the way, to those of you who nominated me for a Snickers fanfic award at the Nick and Sara site, thank you so much I am greatly honored and humbled.