I woke up feeling a bit groggy and then the events of the last twenty-four
hours between Nick and I started to play through my mind and I felt a smile
spread across my face. I wasn't really sure what a romantic relationship
between us would look like, but we both wanted to give it a try, and damn,
could that man kiss.
Suddenly a thought hit me and I sat straight up in bed and glanced at the
clock. It was a good three hours before shift was supposed to start, but I
needed to get there now. After spending hours pouring over Chelsea Smith's
address book and calendar, it suddenly clicked. I reached over and picked
up the phone, dialing Nick's number.
His voice was groggy and I could tell he had to fumble around to find the phone after he knocked it off what I assumed was his bedside table. "Stokes."
"Nick." There was an urgency in my voice as I got out of bed and began to pull clothes out of my closet, cradling the phone against my shoulder.
"Sara?" He sounded wide awake and slightly panicked. "Are you ok? Do you need something?"
"I think I've got a lead on our suspect." Things were becoming clearer to me by the moment. I leaned down into the closet to dig out a pair of shoes to go with my low rise slacks.
Nick sounded confused. "Where are you? You're not at work are you? You're supposed to be sleeping. You know you're not supposed to drive. Wait, your Denali is still at the lab."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Are you done? Can I talk now?" I pulled out a pair of comfortable but stylish black boots and tossed them toward my bed where my slacks and blouse had ended up.
He chuckled, sounding a bit more coherent and less worried. "Sorry, but what am I supposed to think when you wake me up out of a dead sleep?"
"First of all, I'm at home. Secondly, how soon can you get here? I need to go back to work and take another look at that calendar." I hoped that Nick wouldn't object otherwise I'd have to call a cab. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out some clean underwear before heading towards the bathroom to take a shower.
As I turned on the water in the shower, I heard Nick chuckle. "What are you doing?"
I rolled my eyes before I answered him. "Nick, I'm getting ready to take a shower, so I need to hang up. Are you going to come over and drive me to the lab or do I need to call a cab?" I was becoming a bit impatient because I wanted to try and run down some of these leads before it got too much later.
"I'll come get you. Do I have time to take a shower myself before I come over?" He sounded like he was amused at me calling and waking him up. I supposed it was the least I could do to give him a little time to get himself ready.
I laughed softly. "I'm sorry. Yes, you have time to take a shower, but don't primp, Stokes, you're already good looking enough, ok."
"Sara Sidle." He chuckled and I could tell that he had a grin on his face to go with his healthy ego.
"Nick, don't let it go to your head. Get your ass out of bed and take a shower. I'll be ready in about fifteen minutes." I had to restrain my grin so I could sound firm on the phone.
"Ok, ok, I'm up." I could hear him yawn and I assumed that he was stretching, trying to wake up. "See you in a bit."
After I hung up the phone, I took a quick shower, or rather as quick of a shower as I could with that damn splint on my hand. I couldn't wait until I could take it off, provided my hand would stop hurting.
I was not about to let Nick catch me in my robe again, and by the time he arrived, I was fully dressed, although, I'd not bothered to do much with my hair. He looked extremely tired and suddenly I felt bad for waking him up, but then I did have a lead in our case and I knew he wanted to find the bastard that had committed this crime as much as I did.
I flashed him an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry I woke you up, Nick."
He grinned at me and tried to stifle a yawn. "It's ok, seeing you is better than sleeping." He leaned toward me and placed a soft kiss on my lips that ended up being quite a bit longer than I think either of us anticipated.
As we broke apart I think my cheeks were a little red as a smile played at my lips. I didn't want to look directly at Nick because I was afraid we could get lost in a kiss like that for quite a long time and at the moment we needed to get to work to chase down this lead. "Uh, we should go."
"Uh, yeah." He cleared his throat and grinned at me.
We made our way out to the Denali and climbed in. As I fastened my seatbelt I heard Nick chuckle. I turned toward him with an eyebrow raised. "What?"
"You're a damn good kisser, Sar." He looked entirely pleased about that and it was all I could to do to not scoot over to his side of the front seat and plant another one on him.
Instead, I grinned at him. "You're not so bad yourself." I glanced away and then started to laugh.
"What?" Nick sounded less than amused at the timing of my laugh and he started the engine of the Denali.
I looked over at him again. "Uh, it's just that we're a couple of grinning idiots at the moment and if we don't find a way to wipe them off of our faces before we get to work, people are going to start talking."
"Is that such a bad thing?" Nick's curiosity looked genuine and I silently wondered if he took my comment as a lack of enthusiasm toward him.
I smirked at him. "No, it's not a bad thing, but we have a case to work on, and as much as I'd like to kiss you right now, I really want to catch this bastard and throw his ass in prison."
Nick smiled. "Ok." He turned the Denali onto the street and headed toward the lab. Nick glanced over at me as he drove. "So, what made you wake up and need to rush into the lab, Sar?"
I furrowed my brow as I tried to collect my thoughts. "I kept seeing these abbreviations in Chelsea Smith's calendar and couldn't figure out what in the world they stood for. And for some reason when I woke up it just hit me. I mean, I just have stared at those entries in her calendar for hours and I couldn't make heads or tails of it, but it was under our nose the whole time."
I glanced at him and could tell he wanted me to fill him in with a few more details, like the point for example. I grinned at him. "I'll just let you see what I'm talking about when we get to the lab."
His voice was groggy and I could tell he had to fumble around to find the phone after he knocked it off what I assumed was his bedside table. "Stokes."
"Nick." There was an urgency in my voice as I got out of bed and began to pull clothes out of my closet, cradling the phone against my shoulder.
"Sara?" He sounded wide awake and slightly panicked. "Are you ok? Do you need something?"
"I think I've got a lead on our suspect." Things were becoming clearer to me by the moment. I leaned down into the closet to dig out a pair of shoes to go with my low rise slacks.
Nick sounded confused. "Where are you? You're not at work are you? You're supposed to be sleeping. You know you're not supposed to drive. Wait, your Denali is still at the lab."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Are you done? Can I talk now?" I pulled out a pair of comfortable but stylish black boots and tossed them toward my bed where my slacks and blouse had ended up.
He chuckled, sounding a bit more coherent and less worried. "Sorry, but what am I supposed to think when you wake me up out of a dead sleep?"
"First of all, I'm at home. Secondly, how soon can you get here? I need to go back to work and take another look at that calendar." I hoped that Nick wouldn't object otherwise I'd have to call a cab. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out some clean underwear before heading towards the bathroom to take a shower.
As I turned on the water in the shower, I heard Nick chuckle. "What are you doing?"
I rolled my eyes before I answered him. "Nick, I'm getting ready to take a shower, so I need to hang up. Are you going to come over and drive me to the lab or do I need to call a cab?" I was becoming a bit impatient because I wanted to try and run down some of these leads before it got too much later.
"I'll come get you. Do I have time to take a shower myself before I come over?" He sounded like he was amused at me calling and waking him up. I supposed it was the least I could do to give him a little time to get himself ready.
I laughed softly. "I'm sorry. Yes, you have time to take a shower, but don't primp, Stokes, you're already good looking enough, ok."
"Sara Sidle." He chuckled and I could tell that he had a grin on his face to go with his healthy ego.
"Nick, don't let it go to your head. Get your ass out of bed and take a shower. I'll be ready in about fifteen minutes." I had to restrain my grin so I could sound firm on the phone.
"Ok, ok, I'm up." I could hear him yawn and I assumed that he was stretching, trying to wake up. "See you in a bit."
After I hung up the phone, I took a quick shower, or rather as quick of a shower as I could with that damn splint on my hand. I couldn't wait until I could take it off, provided my hand would stop hurting.
I was not about to let Nick catch me in my robe again, and by the time he arrived, I was fully dressed, although, I'd not bothered to do much with my hair. He looked extremely tired and suddenly I felt bad for waking him up, but then I did have a lead in our case and I knew he wanted to find the bastard that had committed this crime as much as I did.
I flashed him an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry I woke you up, Nick."
He grinned at me and tried to stifle a yawn. "It's ok, seeing you is better than sleeping." He leaned toward me and placed a soft kiss on my lips that ended up being quite a bit longer than I think either of us anticipated.
As we broke apart I think my cheeks were a little red as a smile played at my lips. I didn't want to look directly at Nick because I was afraid we could get lost in a kiss like that for quite a long time and at the moment we needed to get to work to chase down this lead. "Uh, we should go."
"Uh, yeah." He cleared his throat and grinned at me.
We made our way out to the Denali and climbed in. As I fastened my seatbelt I heard Nick chuckle. I turned toward him with an eyebrow raised. "What?"
"You're a damn good kisser, Sar." He looked entirely pleased about that and it was all I could to do to not scoot over to his side of the front seat and plant another one on him.
Instead, I grinned at him. "You're not so bad yourself." I glanced away and then started to laugh.
"What?" Nick sounded less than amused at the timing of my laugh and he started the engine of the Denali.
I looked over at him again. "Uh, it's just that we're a couple of grinning idiots at the moment and if we don't find a way to wipe them off of our faces before we get to work, people are going to start talking."
"Is that such a bad thing?" Nick's curiosity looked genuine and I silently wondered if he took my comment as a lack of enthusiasm toward him.
I smirked at him. "No, it's not a bad thing, but we have a case to work on, and as much as I'd like to kiss you right now, I really want to catch this bastard and throw his ass in prison."
Nick smiled. "Ok." He turned the Denali onto the street and headed toward the lab. Nick glanced over at me as he drove. "So, what made you wake up and need to rush into the lab, Sar?"
I furrowed my brow as I tried to collect my thoughts. "I kept seeing these abbreviations in Chelsea Smith's calendar and couldn't figure out what in the world they stood for. And for some reason when I woke up it just hit me. I mean, I just have stared at those entries in her calendar for hours and I couldn't make heads or tails of it, but it was under our nose the whole time."
I glanced at him and could tell he wanted me to fill him in with a few more details, like the point for example. I grinned at him. "I'll just let you see what I'm talking about when we get to the lab."