Nick's jaw was clenched as he returned inside Sara's apartment.
A smirk played at Sara's lips. "You're jealous."
Nick's head whipped around to face her. "What?"
She started to walk toward him, a soft chuckle escaping her throat. "I said you're jealous."
Nick glanced at the floor and wasn't quite sure how to respond. As he lifted his eyes, they rested on the plant that Grissom had dropped by. A frown formed on his face.
Sara was almost in front of him. She looked amused. "Nick, look at me."
He did, but his jaw was still clenched and he crossed his arms in front of his body defensively.
Sara raised a single eyebrow at him and tilted her head to the side slightly. "You're cute when you're jealous."
Nick closed his eyes and finally chuckled. "Ok, so I'm jealous." He opened his eyes, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
"Why?" Sara had a coy expression on her face.
Nick's eyebrows shot up and he gave her a 'no duh' expression. "Grissom."
Sara bit her lip to restrain a giggle and glanced over at the counter where the plant sat before looking back at Nick. "Why, because he brought me a plant?"
Nick let out a deep breath. "It's not the plant."
"Then what?" Sara pushed.
Nick looked hesitant before answering her. "He made it pretty clear out there that he doesn't want me dating you."
Anger flashed in Sara's eyes. "To hell with him, Nick. He can't tell me or you for that matter who we can and can't date. What the hell was he thinking?"
Nick rested his forehead in his hand for a moment before continuing. "The way he was acting, it seemed like he was thinking he'd like to date you himself." Nick clenched his jaw again. "And he certainly can make our jobs a living hell if he has a mind to."
"Nick, look at me." Sara's voice was measured and controlled.
He met her gaze.
"I think he's too much of a professional to stoop low enough to take this out on us at work as long as we keep our relationship outside of work." Her statement was reasonable enough.
"Sara." Nick's voice had an edge to it that spoke volumes.
She looked surprised. "What?" She studied him for a moment. "You don't think I still have a thing for him do you?"
Nick let out a deep breath and a pained look came over his face. "He is the reason you moved here."
Hurt flashed over Sara's face. "I can't believe you."
"I'm sorry." Nick was at a loss for words.
"Sorry?" Sara shook her head. "Nick, we just finished talking about how we want to give a dating relationship between us a try and you're concerned that I still have a thing for Grissom."
Nick looked sheepish.
"Do you trust me?" Sara looked hurt.
Nick nodded silently, knowing that anything he was going to say would probably come out wrong.
"Then trust me that I don't want Grissom, Nick. Trust me that I want you." Sara's voice was earnest.
Nick's voice was a whisper as he pulled Sara into a hug. "I'm sorry, Sara."
"Stop being sorry, Nick. Grissom is the one who should be sorry. It sounds like he acted like a prick." She whispered softly in return, sliding her arms around his waist.
Nick chuckled softly. "Yeah, he did act like a prick. I seem to recall we were in the middle of something when he stopped by."
Sara pulled away, the hint of a smile on her face. "I want to go lay down."
Nick looked at her with concern. "You ok? Are you still dizzy? Tired?"
Sara shook her head. "I'm not tired, I'm not dizzy, and I feel fine."
"Then what?" Nick wasn't catching on.
Sara deadpanned. "Do I have to spell it out for you, Stokes? Some CSI you are."
Nick tilted his head slightly and raised his eyebrow.
Sara leaned up and kissed him softly. As she pulled away she smirked. "Getting the picture?"
Nick chuckled softly and tightened his grip around her waist. "I think I am." He leaned over to kiss her as he walked them backwards toward her bedroom.
Nick's head whipped around to face her. "What?"
She started to walk toward him, a soft chuckle escaping her throat. "I said you're jealous."
Nick glanced at the floor and wasn't quite sure how to respond. As he lifted his eyes, they rested on the plant that Grissom had dropped by. A frown formed on his face.
Sara was almost in front of him. She looked amused. "Nick, look at me."
He did, but his jaw was still clenched and he crossed his arms in front of his body defensively.
Sara raised a single eyebrow at him and tilted her head to the side slightly. "You're cute when you're jealous."
Nick closed his eyes and finally chuckled. "Ok, so I'm jealous." He opened his eyes, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
"Why?" Sara had a coy expression on her face.
Nick's eyebrows shot up and he gave her a 'no duh' expression. "Grissom."
Sara bit her lip to restrain a giggle and glanced over at the counter where the plant sat before looking back at Nick. "Why, because he brought me a plant?"
Nick let out a deep breath. "It's not the plant."
"Then what?" Sara pushed.
Nick looked hesitant before answering her. "He made it pretty clear out there that he doesn't want me dating you."
Anger flashed in Sara's eyes. "To hell with him, Nick. He can't tell me or you for that matter who we can and can't date. What the hell was he thinking?"
Nick rested his forehead in his hand for a moment before continuing. "The way he was acting, it seemed like he was thinking he'd like to date you himself." Nick clenched his jaw again. "And he certainly can make our jobs a living hell if he has a mind to."
"Nick, look at me." Sara's voice was measured and controlled.
He met her gaze.
"I think he's too much of a professional to stoop low enough to take this out on us at work as long as we keep our relationship outside of work." Her statement was reasonable enough.
"Sara." Nick's voice had an edge to it that spoke volumes.
She looked surprised. "What?" She studied him for a moment. "You don't think I still have a thing for him do you?"
Nick let out a deep breath and a pained look came over his face. "He is the reason you moved here."
Hurt flashed over Sara's face. "I can't believe you."
"I'm sorry." Nick was at a loss for words.
"Sorry?" Sara shook her head. "Nick, we just finished talking about how we want to give a dating relationship between us a try and you're concerned that I still have a thing for Grissom."
Nick looked sheepish.
"Do you trust me?" Sara looked hurt.
Nick nodded silently, knowing that anything he was going to say would probably come out wrong.
"Then trust me that I don't want Grissom, Nick. Trust me that I want you." Sara's voice was earnest.
Nick's voice was a whisper as he pulled Sara into a hug. "I'm sorry, Sara."
"Stop being sorry, Nick. Grissom is the one who should be sorry. It sounds like he acted like a prick." She whispered softly in return, sliding her arms around his waist.
Nick chuckled softly. "Yeah, he did act like a prick. I seem to recall we were in the middle of something when he stopped by."
Sara pulled away, the hint of a smile on her face. "I want to go lay down."
Nick looked at her with concern. "You ok? Are you still dizzy? Tired?"
Sara shook her head. "I'm not tired, I'm not dizzy, and I feel fine."
"Then what?" Nick wasn't catching on.
Sara deadpanned. "Do I have to spell it out for you, Stokes? Some CSI you are."
Nick tilted his head slightly and raised his eyebrow.
Sara leaned up and kissed him softly. As she pulled away she smirked. "Getting the picture?"
Nick chuckled softly and tightened his grip around her waist. "I think I am." He leaned over to kiss her as he walked them backwards toward her bedroom.