Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters nor do I profit when I make the characters, especially Nick and Sara, dance in my head.
A/N- I love flashbacks. Please tell me if you don't like them.
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A week later
Sara was inside the lay out room. She was studying Christianna's report. She was so absorbed in reading that she didn't notice Catherine going in.
"So, how was 'date' with Nick and his mom?" Catherine asked. Sara stopped reading and looked up.
"It was ok. His dad went with his mom actually." She replied
"Did you tell his mom that you don't date Nick?" Catherine asked again.
"I didn't get the chance. I liked his mom and she was so happy that she met one of Nick's girlfriends. She didn't even give me a chance to explain." Sara answered. She looked uneasy
"You look troubled. Want to tell me?" Catherine asked
"I guess I can..."
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(A flashback, that weekend, Saturday afternoon)
Sara was wearing a pale blue blouse with a matching skirt and a nervous stance. She didn't want to pretend that she is Nick's girlfriend. Or that Nick is her boyfriend. She doesn't even want to meet Nick's mom. She didn't even meet Hank's mom for crying out loud. 'I can back out, tell Nick I'm sick.' She thought. But then, her doorbell buzzed. 'Oh no' she thought and, like she was a robot, went towards the door and opened it. It was Nick.
"Hi Sara. You ready?" he asked. He can see from her face that she was nervous. "It's going to be okay. It just lunch." He said.
"I..." Sara wanted to tell him that she's sick but then a word came to her mind 'COWARD!!!' she thought. But she knew that she is not a cowardly woman 'Sara Sidle is not a weak, gutless human being' she said to herself.
"I'm fine." She said.
Nick gave her a bouquet of white roses "Uh... these are for you." He said. He looked visibly embarrassed.
Sara took the flowers after recovering from astonishment and at the same time letting him in.
"I'll...uh... I'll look for a...a... a vase to put the flowers on." She said. 'I'm mortifying myself in front of Nick' Sara thought. Nobody ever gave her a bouquet of roses. Not even Hank. 'Grrr... enough about Hank. The thing between him and you is over. Stop thinking about him!' she thought.
While busy with her thoughts and looking for a vase, Nick was looking around Sara's apartment. This was the first time he went in and he liked it. It was neat, orderly, just like its owner. He glanced around the bookcase and saw some of his favorite books. The Client, by John Grisham, Patriot Games by Tom Clancy and Pleading Guilty by Scott Turow. They evidently have the same taste for books.
"Hey, ready to go?" Sara asked.
"Yeah. Nice books." Nick replied. "Some of them are my favorites." He said.
"Want to borrow them?" She asked as they headed towards the door.
"Nah... thanks anyway." He said
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As the maître d' led them to their table, Nick saw his mom with his dad. "Sara, my dad's here" he said
"I thought it's just going to be your mom." Sara said. She was starting to panic.
"Well, dad was apparently dragged to go in here." He said he squeezed Sara's hand to comfort her. They approached the table and Nick gave his mom and dad a kiss after introducing Sara. "Mom, I didn't know you'd be bringing dad along with you." Nick said as he pulled Sara's chair.
"Well, you know that I have to drag him here." She turned to Sara "my, how lovely you are. You're much prettier in person than in your picture."
"Picture?" Sara asked as she smiled. But her insides were hopping around her stomach like crazy jellybeans. 'Picture? Where did she see my picture?' she thought
"Oh yes. You have a picture in Nick's mantel. Together with your colleagues' snapshots." Nick's mom smiled.
"Really?" Sara looked at Nick. Turning her attention back to Nick's parents, she asked "Was your trip to Las Vegas okay?"
"Oh yes. The flight attendant was getting a bit cranky with the boy that reminded me of Nick" said Nick's dad. "He was interested in science. And he was a delightful chatterbox." He added. After a few minutes, the first course was served, and they continued "getting to know" Sara.
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They were finished eating their desserts when Nick's father excused himself to get some air. After a few seconds, Nick followed him. Only Sara and Nick's mom were left in the table. Sara was calm.
"You know," Nick's mother started "Of all of Nick's girlfriends, I liked you the most." She then covered her hand over Sara's "You're intelligent, caring kind, almost opposite of the girls Nick dated. I now know why Nick always talked about you when he calls us." She said.
"Nick talks about me?" Sara asked, surprised.
"Why, yes didn't you know? He was always talking about you. " Nick's mom replied. "I think that I presumed that he was dating you. But after this I think that my assumptions were correct. Am I?" his mom asked. Sara thought about telling her the truth. But after she heard the happiness in her voice, her hopes of his son settling down and have a family during the meal, she was having second thoughts.
-MEANWHILE, out in the terrace-
"Good choice, son" Nick's father said as he heard his son joining him.
"You like her?" Nick replied.
"Yes. You're mother was exactly like that when I met her. Intelligent, caring, beautiful. Don't let that one go away." His dad said.
"I'll try." He paused. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" Nick asked. He was going to talk to his father, intending to tell him that they made a mistake and Sara isn't his girlfriend.
"I really thought you were a blockhead when it comes to choosing women. You always bring home, blonde, well-endowed women who can't carry a conversation if it's not about them. But when I met Sara, I really think you've come to your senses." His dad said as he lit a cigar. "Did you tell her that you love her?" he asked.
"Does mom know about that?" Nick asked about the cigar. He was trying to shift the conversation away from Sara and him. If he's going to tell the truth now, he'll have that disapproving gaze his dad gives him whenever he did something terrible when he was a kid.
His dad looked at him "Don't try to evade questions, Nick. I can see that you haven't told Sara. She's the kind of woman who needs to be told what you really feel about her. If you don't do it soon, you're going to lose her." His dad said, as he was puffing smoke.
"I think you're mother is finished." And went inside. Nick stayed outside for a while, pondering his dad's message.
-INSIDE THE RESTURANT-
"I guess it's safe to say that you're assumptions are correct." Sara replied after she chose not to tell the truth. Nick's mom looked very happy. Sara smiled and drank all her water.
"Everything ok?" Nick's dad said as he sat down his chair. "Nick's still outside. Thinking." His dad added.
"Can you please excuse me? I need to go to the bathroom." Sara said as she stood up. She was going to the bathroom to clear her head with what she said and heard.
(End of flashback)
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"Nick told me, that he wasn't able to tell his dad about the true nature of our relationship." Sara ended. She sighed and looked at Catherine.
"That's okay Sara." she said as she patted her shoulder as if to comfort.
After a while, Greg, Nick, Grissom and Warrick went in. Nick took a seat beside Catherine, Warrick beside Sara.
"The Johanson's are being hounded by reporters and we've received news that our suspects left for Boston. They still don't know that the police are after them." Grissom said.
"Is that a good thing or bad thing?" Catherine asked, referring to the suspects.
"Both. Brass already informed the Boston Police Department, but they want two people from our team to be there. I also want these two people to get information from both Shane and Christianna's workplace and dormitories." Grissom said. As he was saying this, Brass went in.
Grissom continued "I wrote our names in pieces of paper. Brass picked them out and he picked Nick and Sara's names."
"Me and Nick?" Sara said. Before she could refuse, Nick asked "How will we go to Boston?"
"I talked to Mrs. Johanson about the suspects going to Boston. She'll be representing her children, of course, when we arrested the perpetrators. She mentioned it to her husband and he said that he can take you to Boston. He has a business meeting there and he'll be staying with his in-laws for the week. He said you are welcome to stay there." Brass said.
"When will they leave?" Warrick asked.
"Tomorrow morning, at eight o'clock." Brass said. Sara looked at Nick but Nick was talking to Catherine about reporters.
"Sara, since you know the campus well, can you please ask for Professor Kinsley and ask him about Hugh Jameson? He's a little older than you but he used to study in Harvard before he dropped out. I think he knows where he stays when he's not at home." Grissom said
"Yeah, sure." Sara beamed. She still has that little crush on Grissom.
"Well then, if anybody needs me, I'll be in my office, and Brass-" he added, "Please don't share anymore information about the case to the public, especially to the family of the victims." Grissom said as he stood up.
"They're not dead, Gil. They need to know something." Brass muttered as he went out of the room.
Catherine, pondering on something, also stood up and raced to Grissom. He was already halfway towards his office when she caught up with him. "You got a minute?" she asked
"Yes?" Gil replied
"Lindsey is inviting you to watch her play. It's Peter Pan." Catherine said.
"When is it?" Grissom asked. He knows that Lindsey is looking for a father figure ever since her father, Eddie, died tragically.
"It's on Wednesday night. She's going to play Wendy." She said. Catherine also knew that Lindsey is looking for a father figure and she knows that Lindsey has chosen whom she wants it to be. Grissom.
"Yes. Of course. You will be with me won't you?" Gil asked.
"Yeah. Its at 7." Catherine said as she walked away. "Thanks. Lindsey will be so pleased." She added.
Grissom watched as her retreating figure disappeared. The last time he watched her walked away was when Catherine told him that she was to marry Eddie Willows. And he just looked at her, walking away, after giving her his congratulations.
A/N- Hello. If it sucks please tell me... I'm losing my mind writing the "after the play" scene
A/N- I love flashbacks. Please tell me if you don't like them.
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A week later
Sara was inside the lay out room. She was studying Christianna's report. She was so absorbed in reading that she didn't notice Catherine going in.
"So, how was 'date' with Nick and his mom?" Catherine asked. Sara stopped reading and looked up.
"It was ok. His dad went with his mom actually." She replied
"Did you tell his mom that you don't date Nick?" Catherine asked again.
"I didn't get the chance. I liked his mom and she was so happy that she met one of Nick's girlfriends. She didn't even give me a chance to explain." Sara answered. She looked uneasy
"You look troubled. Want to tell me?" Catherine asked
"I guess I can..."
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(A flashback, that weekend, Saturday afternoon)
Sara was wearing a pale blue blouse with a matching skirt and a nervous stance. She didn't want to pretend that she is Nick's girlfriend. Or that Nick is her boyfriend. She doesn't even want to meet Nick's mom. She didn't even meet Hank's mom for crying out loud. 'I can back out, tell Nick I'm sick.' She thought. But then, her doorbell buzzed. 'Oh no' she thought and, like she was a robot, went towards the door and opened it. It was Nick.
"Hi Sara. You ready?" he asked. He can see from her face that she was nervous. "It's going to be okay. It just lunch." He said.
"I..." Sara wanted to tell him that she's sick but then a word came to her mind 'COWARD!!!' she thought. But she knew that she is not a cowardly woman 'Sara Sidle is not a weak, gutless human being' she said to herself.
"I'm fine." She said.
Nick gave her a bouquet of white roses "Uh... these are for you." He said. He looked visibly embarrassed.
Sara took the flowers after recovering from astonishment and at the same time letting him in.
"I'll...uh... I'll look for a...a... a vase to put the flowers on." She said. 'I'm mortifying myself in front of Nick' Sara thought. Nobody ever gave her a bouquet of roses. Not even Hank. 'Grrr... enough about Hank. The thing between him and you is over. Stop thinking about him!' she thought.
While busy with her thoughts and looking for a vase, Nick was looking around Sara's apartment. This was the first time he went in and he liked it. It was neat, orderly, just like its owner. He glanced around the bookcase and saw some of his favorite books. The Client, by John Grisham, Patriot Games by Tom Clancy and Pleading Guilty by Scott Turow. They evidently have the same taste for books.
"Hey, ready to go?" Sara asked.
"Yeah. Nice books." Nick replied. "Some of them are my favorites." He said.
"Want to borrow them?" She asked as they headed towards the door.
"Nah... thanks anyway." He said
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As the maître d' led them to their table, Nick saw his mom with his dad. "Sara, my dad's here" he said
"I thought it's just going to be your mom." Sara said. She was starting to panic.
"Well, dad was apparently dragged to go in here." He said he squeezed Sara's hand to comfort her. They approached the table and Nick gave his mom and dad a kiss after introducing Sara. "Mom, I didn't know you'd be bringing dad along with you." Nick said as he pulled Sara's chair.
"Well, you know that I have to drag him here." She turned to Sara "my, how lovely you are. You're much prettier in person than in your picture."
"Picture?" Sara asked as she smiled. But her insides were hopping around her stomach like crazy jellybeans. 'Picture? Where did she see my picture?' she thought
"Oh yes. You have a picture in Nick's mantel. Together with your colleagues' snapshots." Nick's mom smiled.
"Really?" Sara looked at Nick. Turning her attention back to Nick's parents, she asked "Was your trip to Las Vegas okay?"
"Oh yes. The flight attendant was getting a bit cranky with the boy that reminded me of Nick" said Nick's dad. "He was interested in science. And he was a delightful chatterbox." He added. After a few minutes, the first course was served, and they continued "getting to know" Sara.
*********
They were finished eating their desserts when Nick's father excused himself to get some air. After a few seconds, Nick followed him. Only Sara and Nick's mom were left in the table. Sara was calm.
"You know," Nick's mother started "Of all of Nick's girlfriends, I liked you the most." She then covered her hand over Sara's "You're intelligent, caring kind, almost opposite of the girls Nick dated. I now know why Nick always talked about you when he calls us." She said.
"Nick talks about me?" Sara asked, surprised.
"Why, yes didn't you know? He was always talking about you. " Nick's mom replied. "I think that I presumed that he was dating you. But after this I think that my assumptions were correct. Am I?" his mom asked. Sara thought about telling her the truth. But after she heard the happiness in her voice, her hopes of his son settling down and have a family during the meal, she was having second thoughts.
-MEANWHILE, out in the terrace-
"Good choice, son" Nick's father said as he heard his son joining him.
"You like her?" Nick replied.
"Yes. You're mother was exactly like that when I met her. Intelligent, caring, beautiful. Don't let that one go away." His dad said.
"I'll try." He paused. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" Nick asked. He was going to talk to his father, intending to tell him that they made a mistake and Sara isn't his girlfriend.
"I really thought you were a blockhead when it comes to choosing women. You always bring home, blonde, well-endowed women who can't carry a conversation if it's not about them. But when I met Sara, I really think you've come to your senses." His dad said as he lit a cigar. "Did you tell her that you love her?" he asked.
"Does mom know about that?" Nick asked about the cigar. He was trying to shift the conversation away from Sara and him. If he's going to tell the truth now, he'll have that disapproving gaze his dad gives him whenever he did something terrible when he was a kid.
His dad looked at him "Don't try to evade questions, Nick. I can see that you haven't told Sara. She's the kind of woman who needs to be told what you really feel about her. If you don't do it soon, you're going to lose her." His dad said, as he was puffing smoke.
"I think you're mother is finished." And went inside. Nick stayed outside for a while, pondering his dad's message.
-INSIDE THE RESTURANT-
"I guess it's safe to say that you're assumptions are correct." Sara replied after she chose not to tell the truth. Nick's mom looked very happy. Sara smiled and drank all her water.
"Everything ok?" Nick's dad said as he sat down his chair. "Nick's still outside. Thinking." His dad added.
"Can you please excuse me? I need to go to the bathroom." Sara said as she stood up. She was going to the bathroom to clear her head with what she said and heard.
(End of flashback)
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"Nick told me, that he wasn't able to tell his dad about the true nature of our relationship." Sara ended. She sighed and looked at Catherine.
"That's okay Sara." she said as she patted her shoulder as if to comfort.
After a while, Greg, Nick, Grissom and Warrick went in. Nick took a seat beside Catherine, Warrick beside Sara.
"The Johanson's are being hounded by reporters and we've received news that our suspects left for Boston. They still don't know that the police are after them." Grissom said.
"Is that a good thing or bad thing?" Catherine asked, referring to the suspects.
"Both. Brass already informed the Boston Police Department, but they want two people from our team to be there. I also want these two people to get information from both Shane and Christianna's workplace and dormitories." Grissom said. As he was saying this, Brass went in.
Grissom continued "I wrote our names in pieces of paper. Brass picked them out and he picked Nick and Sara's names."
"Me and Nick?" Sara said. Before she could refuse, Nick asked "How will we go to Boston?"
"I talked to Mrs. Johanson about the suspects going to Boston. She'll be representing her children, of course, when we arrested the perpetrators. She mentioned it to her husband and he said that he can take you to Boston. He has a business meeting there and he'll be staying with his in-laws for the week. He said you are welcome to stay there." Brass said.
"When will they leave?" Warrick asked.
"Tomorrow morning, at eight o'clock." Brass said. Sara looked at Nick but Nick was talking to Catherine about reporters.
"Sara, since you know the campus well, can you please ask for Professor Kinsley and ask him about Hugh Jameson? He's a little older than you but he used to study in Harvard before he dropped out. I think he knows where he stays when he's not at home." Grissom said
"Yeah, sure." Sara beamed. She still has that little crush on Grissom.
"Well then, if anybody needs me, I'll be in my office, and Brass-" he added, "Please don't share anymore information about the case to the public, especially to the family of the victims." Grissom said as he stood up.
"They're not dead, Gil. They need to know something." Brass muttered as he went out of the room.
Catherine, pondering on something, also stood up and raced to Grissom. He was already halfway towards his office when she caught up with him. "You got a minute?" she asked
"Yes?" Gil replied
"Lindsey is inviting you to watch her play. It's Peter Pan." Catherine said.
"When is it?" Grissom asked. He knows that Lindsey is looking for a father figure ever since her father, Eddie, died tragically.
"It's on Wednesday night. She's going to play Wendy." She said. Catherine also knew that Lindsey is looking for a father figure and she knows that Lindsey has chosen whom she wants it to be. Grissom.
"Yes. Of course. You will be with me won't you?" Gil asked.
"Yeah. Its at 7." Catherine said as she walked away. "Thanks. Lindsey will be so pleased." She added.
Grissom watched as her retreating figure disappeared. The last time he watched her walked away was when Catherine told him that she was to marry Eddie Willows. And he just looked at her, walking away, after giving her his congratulations.
A/N- Hello. If it sucks please tell me... I'm losing my mind writing the "after the play" scene