It was now three weeks after Nick's return, a month and a half since the night his sister died. Nick was at home after a long, but successful double shift involving a shooting at an arcade. He was standing in his kitchen, staring at his wall calendar when two arms snaked around his waist from behind.

"Hey you," Sara said softly, placing a kiss on the back of his neck. "What are you thinking?"

Nick sighed deeply, reaching behind him to link his hands behind her back. "It's just weird sometimes, you know? Some days it seems like years ago and others. Others it feels like yesterday."

Sara tightened her arms around him and rested her cheek on his back. She wished more than anything that he could be brought some sort of closure to this whole ordeal. After a moment she put her chin on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. "Let's go to bed Nicky."

He turned in her embrace and pushed her hair behind her ear, letting his gaze linger lovingly over her face. "I love you so much," he whispered leaning in to kiss her tenderly.

Nick went to pull away but she brought him back to her and the kiss deepened, quickly escalading in passion and intensity, their probing tongues meeting over and over again. Her hands roamed under his shirt, clutching him as he walked her backwards to the counter and lifted her onto it, bed long forgotten. He pulled his shirt off, quickly discarding it and stepped between her legs, massaging her thighs. She immediately pulled his mouth back to hers while his hands found their way to the hem of her shirt and tugged it off sending it to join his in a pile on the floor.

The phone on the counter beside them rang. They stopped and stared at it, breathing hard. Their eyes met.

"Should I answer it?" Nick asked, his hands spanning her bare waist.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, I would say no, but it could be the lab."

Nick nodded, understanding what she meant; it may be about Rachel. He reached over and picked up the persistent phone, pressing the talk button.

"Hello?"

Sara watched him anxiously, both of them tense. Then Nick rolled his eyes and let out the breath he was holding.

"Hey Warrick," he said looking at Sara, listening for a moment. "No, no I definitely wasn't sleeping." He grinned and brought his index finger to his lips to tell her to keep quiet when she stifled a giggle.

She grinned and decided to have some fun, leaning in to trail hot kisses up and down his throat. Nick clenched his teeth and tried to back away but she trapped him by linking her legs around his hips.

"Uh huh," Nick was saying, struggling to keep cool while Sara continued to torment him with kisses along his collar bone and across his chest then back to his neck where her teeth nipped him gently. An involuntarily squeak escaped him.

"Wh-what? No, no I'm fine, go on," he managed, shooting her a warning glare. She just smiled sweetly at him. Her hands trailed down his chiseled chest and stomach, lingering at his sides making him squirm, and then slid all the way down his back to squeeze his butt causing him to jump and emit a soft grunt.

"Would you stop it?!" he hissed, covering the mouthpiece with his free hand. She ignored him. Her hands stayed where they were, seemingly happy on his well-toned ass holding him snugly against her, and her lips found their way to his neck again, suckling his skin.

"Uh, yeah sure, it's Sunday right?" Poor Nick was trying his hardest to follow whatever it was Warrick was saying about a football game or something but Sara really wasn't making it easy. In fact she was making it really hard. Now her lips and tongue were working at the spot behind his ear where she knew he was extremely sensitive. He was gripping the phone so tight his knuckles were white.

"Um, you uh, want- you wanna come here to watch it or." he trailed off, his voice cracking then disappearing altogether when she tugged on his earlobe. Fortunately Warrick didn't seem to notice and continued talking.

Sara though was becoming impatient and her fingers were following the inside of his waistband around to the front of his pants.

"Yeah, uh huh," Nick tried again but ended up whimpering quietly. It was no use; her fingers were starting to undo his fly. He closed his eyes and bit his lip so hard he thought he was going to draw blood. Rounding up every single ounce of resolve he had left he managed to throw a sentence together.

"Uh, listen, I gotta go, man," he stuttered shakily, groaning when her knuckles grazed him. "Uh, something's come up." He ended the call and tossed the phone in the general direction of the charger.

"You," he said, pointing at her accusingly. "Are an evil woman."

"Yeah?" She quirked her head to the side, a wide amused grin on her face, and he nodded. "Well then, what are you going to do about it cowboy?"

Nick stared for a moment then let out what sounded like a growl, making her laugh as he pounced on her. Attacking her with passionate kisses that she returned eagerly, his greedy hands wandered all over her before locating the clasp for her bra. He was working at this intently while kissing her neck with enough fervor to ensure a few hickies, when the phone rang again.

"Oh come on!" Nick shouted at the helpless piece of plastic chirping up at him. "You've gotta be kidding me!"

Sara sighed, her arms resting loosely around his neck and looked at him with a sympathetic smirk. "You'd better get that."

"But." he protested weakly. Sara just raised her eyebrows at him. He sighed and untangled his fingers from her bra with a pout and snatched the phone up again muttering frustrated curses under his breath.

"Yeah?" he barked then listened for a moment. "Hey Griss. Listen your timing sucks man I am right in the middle of-" he broke off, paying close attention to whatever it was his boss was telling him.

Sara tried to start her little game again, kissing his jaw but this time Nick forced himself from her grasp. He shook his head no and held his hand up to ward her off. Meeting her confused gaze his stern look told her he was serious.

"What?" she mouthed, watching him questioningly and he gestured for her to wait a minute. She slid off the counter to stand in front of him.

"Oh, my God. H-how did you find him?" Nick continued his eyes locked on Sara's. "He's bringing him in? Okay, yeah give me fifteen minutes. Thanks." He put the phone down on the counter.

"What is going on?" Sara asked taking Nick's hand.

"They-" he swallowed hard, having a hard time convincing himself that what his boss had just told him was really true. "They have a suspect in Rachel's case. Brass is bringing him in for questioning."