"I can't believe Greg didn't have a coronary." Nick quipped. He and Sara were sitting on her couch eating breakfast.

"Greg? I thought Warrick and Catherine were going to have a heart attack before we even got there." Sara quipped back.

"Well, if Warrick hadn't kept making comments all the way to the crime scene, we wouldn't have had to do something to shut him up." Nick grinned.

Sara smirked at him. "If you had given me back my underwear when you were supposed to in the first place he wouldn't have had any reason to tease us."

The entire crew of CSIs had been called out to a large crime scene about thirty miles outside of Vegas that shift. Nick and Sara had ridden to the scene with Warrick and Catherine, and Grissom was already there with Greg.

On the way to the scene, Warrick razzed Nick and Sara about the underwear Catherine had found in Nick's pocket. "So, Nick, are you sure those weren't yours and Sara wasn't just covering for you?"

"Not funny, man." Nick tossed back.

"I never would have figured you for a lace man, Nick." Warrick continued to toss comments toward the backseat as he drove. Catherine just sat there trying not to laugh too hard.

Finally, Sara decided to take matters into her own hands. "Warrick, just let us know when we get to the scene."

He was about to ask why when he glanced in the rearview mirror. Sara had pulled Nick into a kiss and the pair quickly became oblivious to the barbs coming from the front seat.

"You guys can't do that at crime scenes." Warrick jested.

Sara flipped him off and returned her attention to Nick.

The remainder of the ride was fairly quiet, with the occasional snicker coming from Warrick and Catherine. When they pulled into the crime scene, Nick and Sara were still kissing in the backseat. It wasn't until Warrick turned off the ignition that the pair broke apart. As they did, they noticed that Greg Sanders stood right outside the vehicle with his jaw agape. Apparently he'd witnessed them kissing. He just looked at Nick and Sara with disbelief for a while as they began processing the scene and then began to quiz them about their relationship. He would have kept it up all night too if Grissom hadn't told him he'd better focus or go back to the lab.

After shift was over, Nick and Sara had headed over to her apartment to eat breakfast.

"Grissom still hasn't said anything about us, has he?" Nick glanced over at Sara as he trailed his fork around his plate to get the last traces of his food.

Sara snickered. "I think he's a little shocked. I think they were all a little shocked."

"Think he'll let us keep working scenes together?" Nick queried her.

Sara smiled. "I don't see why not. We work well together." She chuckled and looked over at him. "Of course, I don't think we should make a habit of making out on the way to crime scenes either."

Nick's eyebrows shot up and he started to laugh. "That was your idea, not mine."

"You didn't seem to mind at the time." Sara teased flirtatiously.

"Well it shut Warrick up pretty fast." Nick grinned.

She smirked. "I flipped him off."

Nick looked at her in disbelief and started to laugh. "You didn't."

She nodded. "Yes, I did. I got tired of hearing about my underwear and I figured we still had fifteen or twenty minutes until we got to the crime scene, and kissing you was a much more enjoyable way to pass the time than listening to him."

Nick continued to laugh as he put his plate down on her coffee table. "That is so damn funny. No wonder he shut up so quickly."

"Are you done eating?" Sara gestured toward his empty plate.

He nodded.

"Ready for dessert?" Sara smiled innocently.

"Dessert? After breakfast?" Nick wasn't following her line of thinking.

Sara picked up the dishes and carried them into the kitchen. "Well, if you don't want any."

"No, I could have some. What do you have? Ice cream? Pie?" Nick stood up and followed her into the kitchen, looking around for the mystery dessert.

Sara put the dishes in the sink and then turned and snaked her arms around Nick's neck. "Sometimes you can be pretty slow." She leaned in and kissed him and smiled as Nick started to chuckle.

"This is a pretty good dessert." Nick murmured against her lips.

"There's more where that came from." Sara giggled.

Nick wrapped his arms around her waist and they traded deep passion infused kisses as they moved toward Sara's bedroom.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Sara's head rested on Nick's shoulder. She traced lazy circles on his chest with her fingers. "Nick?"

He had a satisfied grin on his face as he trailed his fingers up and down Sara's back. "Yeah?"

"Drunk or not, I don't think there is any way we could have not remembered something like that." She smiled and nestled herself closer to him.

Nick chuckled softly. "Yeah, I would definitely have remembered that."

"Pretty good?" Sara queried him, her eyelids getting heavy.

"Pretty amazing." Nick yawned and closed his eyes.

They drifted off to sleep a few minutes later, both of them smiling.

~ The End ~

Author's Note: Thanks to all the readers and reviewers for taking your time to read my distraction/hobby. Your time is valuable and I appreciate your input.

One specific note to the reviewer that found their review pulled: when a review deserves a rating higher than the story that is being reviewed due to it's graphic sexual content, you might want to think twice before posting. I am open to all criticism, however, please remember that this is fanfiction and we are all taking liberties in the first place by writing these stories. Certain artistic liberties are the author's choice. By not getting into graphic detail about certain things, I am trying to keep within the rating I've chosen for my story and trying not to completely offend my readers. Your review was very offensive and presumptuous in its content and you could have stated your points in a much less graphic and offensive manner while still expressing your views.