Nick and Sara lay there lost in thought. Sara wondered to herself how marrying Nick was going to affect her carefully constructed life, and she realized that she really didn't care how it would affect it, she only cared that she was with him. For so long, she'd remained behind the walls she'd built around her heart to keep people out so that she could remain in control, but all she'd gained from that was loneliness. Work had become her life and it just wasn't enough anymore. She wanted to build a life with Nick.

Nick watched her as she lay in his arms, curious about what she was thinking, grateful and still amazed at the fact that she loved him. "Sara?"

She lifted her head from his chest and smiled. "Yeah?"

He couldn't help but traced the side of her face. "I am so lucky to have you in my life."

Sara's face became serious. "I'm lucky to have you, Nick." She searched his face trying to find her words. "I'm so glad you were home that night."

Nick studied her for a moment. "How are you doing about that case? About Susannah Kirkwood?"

Her brow furrowed for a moment. "You know truthfully, I've hardly thought about her, or work since we got here. It's been really nice to have a break from life, I just hope I can go back and do my job."

Nick stroked her hair. "You'll be ok." He looked at her with concern. "The hellish cases are the hardest, we all find ways to deal with them, we have to or we burn out. You're an amazing CSI, Sar; the victims need what you bring to their cases."

She smiled. "Thanks." She was quiet for a moment and then bit her lower lip nervously as she looked into his eyes.

Nick looked at her curiously.

Sara played at the buttons on the front of his shirt. "I really thought about quitting that night. I've built my whole life around my career and I realized that it just wasn't enough any more." She let out a deep sigh. "I think that showing up on your doorstep that night sort of served as a catalyst to change the direction of my life. If I hadn't done that, I'm not sure I'd be here with you right now."

Nick studied her carefully. "Are you still thinking about quitting?" His voice was soft and measured.

She sighed. "I don't know, Nick. Right now, what I know for sure is that I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. My career doesn't seem so important to me right now. I feel like this last week and a half I've learned how to live again, and I'm not sure I want to lose that by losing myself in work."

He smiled at her. "You know it is possible to do both."

"You make it look so easy." She furrowed her brow.

"You just need a distraction, like I told you before." He grinned at her. "And I'm happy to be that distraction." He started to tickle her.

Sara let out a yelp and started to giggle. "Nick!"

"See, I've distracted you already." He continued his assault on her sides as she squirmed on the bed next to him.

"It tickles." She started whining in the midst of her giggles.

"That's the general idea." Nick looked entirely pleased with himself as he grinned at her. He finally stilled his hands when he had her pinned to the bed.

She smirked at him as he grinned down at her. "You know, if you want to make out, all you have to do is ask."

"This is more fun." He chuckled as he leaned down and kissed her.

Sara immediately opened her mouth to him and quickly allowed herself to get lost in the kiss. As they pulled away, she was breathing heavily.

Nick grinned. "Feeling distracted yet?"

She eyed his lips as she nodded. "Getting there." She leaned up and kissed him.

Nick fingers began to unfasten the buttons on the front of her blouse as he explored her mouth with his tongue.

As they broke the kiss, Sara began tugging his shirt out of his jeans, leaning up and kissing him again. "Did you lock the door?" Sara murmured against Nick's lips.

"No one's home except Warrick." Nick murmured back, lowering the zipper on her jeans.

"Nick, go lock the door." She was insistent as she pulled back breathing heavily.

Nick rested his forehead against hers. "No one is going to walk in on us."

Sara smirked. "Chelsea's already done it twice."

He looked at her with a sheepish expression. "Can you do it, walking is going to be a little uncomfortable right now."

She giggled. "Nice to know I have that affect on you." She leaned in and kissed him softly, zipping her jeans before pulling herself off of the bed. As she walked out to the door that separated the apartment from the rest of the house, she pulled her unbuttoned blouse closed with her hand. Just as she reached for the lock, someone knocked on the door. She stammered. "Uh, just a minute."

"Hey, Sara, it's Warrick." There was something about the tone of his voice that told her he knew he'd interrupted something.

She hastily buttoned her blouse and opened the door. "Hey, Warrick."

Warrick grinned at her. "Unless I'm interrupting something, I think I'm ready to see Dallas."

Nick emerged from the bedroom, part of his shirt still hanging out. "Uh, hey, man." He smiled.

Warrick chuckled and rested his hands on his hips. "So, I take it you two found something to do while I was taking a nap."

Nick avoided the topic and just grinned. "Ready to see the town, man?"

Warrick nodded. "Alright." He glanced over at Sara and gestured not so subtly. "Uh, girl, you might want to fix your shirt, the buttons are off."

Sara glanced down at her blouse and realized that when she'd buttoned it back up, she'd been in such a hurry that she'd buttoned them up one button off. Color infused her cheeks and she just smiled. "Nick's a dead man."