"You know if this CSI thing doesn't work out for you, you could have a very lucrative career as a masseuse." Nick was very relaxed as he lay face down on the living room floor of the apartment in his jeans and T-shirt.

Sara laughed. "You're just saying that because I've got you pinned down." She was sitting on his butt massaging his back, neck, and shoulders.

Nick smiled. "I'm enjoying this far too much to argue with you."

"Still, I should keep that in mind in case I ever quit." Sara stated, continuing to kneed away at Nick's neck.

Nick's eyes were closed. "You'd never quit. You too damn good at what you do."

Sara was quiet for a few moments. "How do you know I'd never quit?"

Nick opened his eyes. "I don't know, it just never occurred to me that you would ever want to."

"Do you ever think about quitting?" Sara queried him.

"Sometimes, usually after an especially hard case." Nick confessed.

"Well then, why would you think I would never quit? You're one of the best CSIs I know, and you've thought about it." Sara was frustrated at the way Nick's T-shirt kept bunching up underneath her hands.

"You just need to find a distraction outside of work." Nick suggested.

Sara only half heard him. "Nick, this isn't working too well. Take your shirt off."

"You're going to have to help me then, I seem to have someone sitting on my butt." Nick quipped.

Sara smirked as she began to tug at the hem of his shirt. "Are you trying to say that I'm too heavy?"

Nick chuckled as he tugged at the top of his T-shirt. "Not on your life."

"Good." Sara was sliding the T-shirt up, her hands skimming his sides when the door to the apartment opened.

Nick and Sara glanced up to reveal a very surprised and amused Chelsea. "Uh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

"You're not interrupting anything." Nick replied knowing exactly where Chelsea's mind was headed.

Chelsea raised a doubtful eyebrow. "Sure."

Sara bit her lip to keep from smiling. If she was in Chelsea's shoes, she'd probably be thinking the same thing. The situation did look a bit compromising. She was sitting on Nick helping him take his shirt off. Why wouldn't Chelsea get the wrong idea?

Nick sounded slightly amused and slightly annoyed. "Did you need something, Chels?"

Chelsea had a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, I just wanted to let you know that we're leaving and that the keys to the Miata are on the kitchen counter. But from the looks of things, you probably won't need them."

Nick raised a cautionary eyebrow. "Chels."

Chelsea smirked and whispered in a conspiratorial tone. "Don't worry, we'll be out really late, you have the whole house to yourselves, so you can make as much noise as you want."

Sara wanted to die.

Nick wanted to kill Chelsea.

"Bye. Have fun." Chelsea smiled and waved before closing the door.

Nick pulled the shirt the rest of the way over his head as he let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm going to kill her."

Sara rolled off of Nick and onto her back on the floor next to him and let out a sigh. "Even we can't hide all the evidence."

Nick propped himself up on his elbows and looked over at her. "You do realize what this means don't you?"

Sara raised her eyebrow curiously. "I'm not sure I want to know."

"I'm going to predict that by the time they get home, Chelsea will have called Andrea, Amy, Megan, and Grace and they'll all think that not only are we not just friends, but that we're having wild sex in every room in the house." He looked at her apologetically.

Sara wasn't sure what to say.

"I'm sorry, Sara, you didn't sign up for this when I invited you to come to Dallas." Nick was hoping that she wouldn't want to go home.

A smile flitted across her face. "It could be worse."

Nick narrowed his gaze at her and smiled. "How?"

She smirked. "I could have been the one with my shirt off."

Nick started to laugh.

Sara's eyebrows shot up. "Do you find that funny?"

Nick tried to swallow a smile. "No, definitely not funny."

"Then what?" Sara challenged him.

Nick thought for a moment how to phrase his words. "Well, if I was ever fortunate enough to be in a position to see you with your shirt off, I sure as hell would make sure that it was somewhere that my sister couldn't walk in on us."

A hint of color rushed into Sara's cheeks. "So, you'd find yourself fortunate, huh?"

Nick chuckled softly. "Yes, I would. You're one of the sexiest women that I know."

Sara smiled as she looked at him. "You're pretty sexy yourself."

They just lay there for a few minutes looking at each other, not quite sure what to do; not sure if they should do anything.

Nick broke the silence. "Hey, do you want to go out and get something to eat?"

Sara grinned. "Yeah, that sounds like fun."

Nick grinned back at her. "Good. I know this great place. You'll love it." He pushed himself up off of the carpet and offered her a hand up.

As she stood, Sara suddenly became very aware of his bare chest staring at her, or was it she that was staring at it? Nick had suggested that she needed to find a distraction outside of work, well at the moment, his chest was doing a nice job. She glanced up at him and smiled, suddenly feeling the need to go in the other room as she found his lips nearly as distracting as his chest. "Uh, I'm just going to go change."

Nick nodded. "Uh, yeah, me too." He needed to find a shirt to wear, and something to get his mind off of how incredibly sexy he was finding Sara at that moment.