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This idea came from some rumor I heard that Sara shows up at work drunk during some future episode. I just took it from there.
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The promotion for Lead CSI had finally been announced. Much speculation had circulated around the lab that it would go to Sara Sidle. Rumors had also circulated that the reason she would get the promotion was because of some mysterious history that she'd had with Grissom.
Sara was the last person that expected she would get the promotion, especially because of the way her and Grissom hadn't been getting along the last several months. So when the announcement came that Nick Stokes had gotten the promotion, she wasn't surprised. She didn't doubt Nick's qualifications, she'd worked side by side with him and knew that he was a great CSI, however, what she did doubt was whether or not Grissom had even truly considered her qualifications when he made his recommendation.
Sara had offered to buy Nick a beer to celebrate him getting the promotion and to show that she was happy for him and didn't have any hard feelings about how things had turned out. She'd reserved her hard feelings for Grissom a long time ago. Warrick and Catherine begged off going with them, both of them having previous commitments, even Greg was busy, and Grissom, well Grissom claimed he had a case to work on. So Nick and Sara decided just to head to his house and grab some pizza and beer along the way.
One beer turned into two and then three, and by the time they'd finished the pizza, they had both downed enough beer to cloud their judgement.
"He probably didn't even look at my application. I was such an idiot for throwing myself at him." Sara had been going into great depth about how unfairly she felt she'd been treated by Grissom.
"He's the idiot, Sara. Any guy who would turn you down is insane." Nick's inhibitions were slowly slipping away. He'd been attracted to Sara for a long time, but he'd never acted on it.
"It's not that I don't think you deserve the promotion, Nick, I just really wanted it." Sara didn't want him thinking that she didn't think he was qualified. "You're a damn fine CSI, hell, you're just damn fine." She reached over and squeezed one of his biceps to emphasize her point.
Nick chuckled. "I could have lived without the promotion, I thought you would have gotten it. I would have been ok with that." He looked over at Sara, and suddenly didn't give a damn about how she might react to what he would say. "Did anyone ever tell you how sexy you are?"
Sara giggled. "Are you coming on to me, Nicky?"
He felt bold. "Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?" He watched her for a moment before reaching over and putting his hand on her thigh, slowly caressing it with his thumb.
Sara didn't have any inhibitions anymore. The alcohol had loosened her up quite a bit. "I might just have to return the favor." She reached for his hand and stood up, trying to pull him with her. Her equilibrium was considerably off and she ended up falling back toward the couch instead, straddling Nick's lap.
"Throwing yourself at me, Sara?" Nick sounded amused and drunk.
"Hell yeah." She giggled.
Nick reached up and cupped the side of her face, pulling her into a kiss that quickly became heated.
As they broke apart to catch their breaths, Sara reached down for the hem of her shirt trying to tug it upward to no avail. A frustrated expression that was almost comical crossed her face. "Won't come off."
Nick reached for the front of her shirt and began to unfasten the fitted button up shirt, starting at the bottom. "Gotta unbutton it first." Nick began to kiss the exposed skin as he released each button, finally pulling it off of her shoulders and sliding it down her arms until it fell to the floor.
Sara giggled as he planted feather light kisses on her abdomen. "That tickles." She reached over and cupped his face, leaning towards him until their lips met in an openmouthed kiss.
Nick willingly responded to the kiss, his hands gripping her waist, his thumbs caressing the bare skin over her ribs.
She began to tug at the hem of his shirt as they continued to kiss, breaking apart long enough to pull the offending garment over his head and toss it to the side. She mumbled against his mouth. "Bedroom."
Nick tried to stand, his legs feeling wobbly as he tried to lift her off of his lap in the process. They stumbled their way down the hallway toward his bedroom. As Nick tried to shed his jeans along the way he ended up falling down in the middle of the hall, pulling Sara down with him.
She was giggling uncontrollably. "Your floor is moving."
Nick laughed. "I'll have to get that checked out." He pushed her onto her back and began to kiss her, sliding his hand down toward the top button of her jeans. Nick tugged her jeans down and then awkwardly kicked his own jeans the rest of the way off before deciding to try and stand again. He braced himself on the wall and pulled Sara up with him.
They stumbled the last few feet to his bed and tumbled onto it laughing against each other's mouths. Sara let Nick to pull her against him as they shared a passionate kiss.
By the time they'd crawled under the covers and shed their remaining undergarments, they were both exhausted from the effort and drowsy from the amount of alcohol they'd consumed.
"Nicky, I'm tired." Sara murmured, having a hard time keeping her eyes open.
Nick yawned. "Me too."
Sara nestled against him, too tired to do much else. "Sleepy."
Nick felt himself drifting off to sleep, his arms were wrapped around Sara and he mumbled softly. "Sara, you're the best I've never had."
Somewhere in the back of her mind she found his comment funny, but was too tired to even laugh. She just let herself fall asleep, her head resting against his chest.
This idea came from some rumor I heard that Sara shows up at work drunk during some future episode. I just took it from there.
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The promotion for Lead CSI had finally been announced. Much speculation had circulated around the lab that it would go to Sara Sidle. Rumors had also circulated that the reason she would get the promotion was because of some mysterious history that she'd had with Grissom.
Sara was the last person that expected she would get the promotion, especially because of the way her and Grissom hadn't been getting along the last several months. So when the announcement came that Nick Stokes had gotten the promotion, she wasn't surprised. She didn't doubt Nick's qualifications, she'd worked side by side with him and knew that he was a great CSI, however, what she did doubt was whether or not Grissom had even truly considered her qualifications when he made his recommendation.
Sara had offered to buy Nick a beer to celebrate him getting the promotion and to show that she was happy for him and didn't have any hard feelings about how things had turned out. She'd reserved her hard feelings for Grissom a long time ago. Warrick and Catherine begged off going with them, both of them having previous commitments, even Greg was busy, and Grissom, well Grissom claimed he had a case to work on. So Nick and Sara decided just to head to his house and grab some pizza and beer along the way.
One beer turned into two and then three, and by the time they'd finished the pizza, they had both downed enough beer to cloud their judgement.
"He probably didn't even look at my application. I was such an idiot for throwing myself at him." Sara had been going into great depth about how unfairly she felt she'd been treated by Grissom.
"He's the idiot, Sara. Any guy who would turn you down is insane." Nick's inhibitions were slowly slipping away. He'd been attracted to Sara for a long time, but he'd never acted on it.
"It's not that I don't think you deserve the promotion, Nick, I just really wanted it." Sara didn't want him thinking that she didn't think he was qualified. "You're a damn fine CSI, hell, you're just damn fine." She reached over and squeezed one of his biceps to emphasize her point.
Nick chuckled. "I could have lived without the promotion, I thought you would have gotten it. I would have been ok with that." He looked over at Sara, and suddenly didn't give a damn about how she might react to what he would say. "Did anyone ever tell you how sexy you are?"
Sara giggled. "Are you coming on to me, Nicky?"
He felt bold. "Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?" He watched her for a moment before reaching over and putting his hand on her thigh, slowly caressing it with his thumb.
Sara didn't have any inhibitions anymore. The alcohol had loosened her up quite a bit. "I might just have to return the favor." She reached for his hand and stood up, trying to pull him with her. Her equilibrium was considerably off and she ended up falling back toward the couch instead, straddling Nick's lap.
"Throwing yourself at me, Sara?" Nick sounded amused and drunk.
"Hell yeah." She giggled.
Nick reached up and cupped the side of her face, pulling her into a kiss that quickly became heated.
As they broke apart to catch their breaths, Sara reached down for the hem of her shirt trying to tug it upward to no avail. A frustrated expression that was almost comical crossed her face. "Won't come off."
Nick reached for the front of her shirt and began to unfasten the fitted button up shirt, starting at the bottom. "Gotta unbutton it first." Nick began to kiss the exposed skin as he released each button, finally pulling it off of her shoulders and sliding it down her arms until it fell to the floor.
Sara giggled as he planted feather light kisses on her abdomen. "That tickles." She reached over and cupped his face, leaning towards him until their lips met in an openmouthed kiss.
Nick willingly responded to the kiss, his hands gripping her waist, his thumbs caressing the bare skin over her ribs.
She began to tug at the hem of his shirt as they continued to kiss, breaking apart long enough to pull the offending garment over his head and toss it to the side. She mumbled against his mouth. "Bedroom."
Nick tried to stand, his legs feeling wobbly as he tried to lift her off of his lap in the process. They stumbled their way down the hallway toward his bedroom. As Nick tried to shed his jeans along the way he ended up falling down in the middle of the hall, pulling Sara down with him.
She was giggling uncontrollably. "Your floor is moving."
Nick laughed. "I'll have to get that checked out." He pushed her onto her back and began to kiss her, sliding his hand down toward the top button of her jeans. Nick tugged her jeans down and then awkwardly kicked his own jeans the rest of the way off before deciding to try and stand again. He braced himself on the wall and pulled Sara up with him.
They stumbled the last few feet to his bed and tumbled onto it laughing against each other's mouths. Sara let Nick to pull her against him as they shared a passionate kiss.
By the time they'd crawled under the covers and shed their remaining undergarments, they were both exhausted from the effort and drowsy from the amount of alcohol they'd consumed.
"Nicky, I'm tired." Sara murmured, having a hard time keeping her eyes open.
Nick yawned. "Me too."
Sara nestled against him, too tired to do much else. "Sleepy."
Nick felt himself drifting off to sleep, his arms were wrapped around Sara and he mumbled softly. "Sara, you're the best I've never had."
Somewhere in the back of her mind she found his comment funny, but was too tired to even laugh. She just let herself fall asleep, her head resting against his chest.
