Sara walked purposefully into the DNA lab in search of Greg Sanders. "Hey, Greggo." She smiled at the lab tech as he looked up at her from his workstation.

Greg grinned at her. "To what do I owe a visit from the lovely Mrs. Stokes?"

At the mention of her new last name, Sara couldn't help but smile. She was still getting used to being married. "I hear you're looking for a new place to live."

"True." Greg continued working on the sample before him. He raised a curious eyebrow. "Surely there's not trouble in paradise. If Nick's done anything to hurt you, I'm your man."

Sara chuckled softly and smirked. "No, paradise is doing just fine thank you. However, since Nick and I don't need two condos, we're renting mine out." She studied him for a moment. "Interested?"

Greg considered the offer. "That's pretty close to the lab, isn't it?"

Sara nodded. "And it has secure parking." She hoped that she didn't sound like she was overselling it.

Greg concentrated on the slide under the microscope in front of him. "If you don't mind me asking, how come you're not selling it?"

Sara furrowed her brow for a moment. "It hasn't built enough equity yet. If we sell now, we'll lose money."

Greg smiled. "Sounds smart." He looked up a her from the microscope and smiled. "Sure, I'm interested. When can I look at it?"

Sara grinned. "Nick and I were thinking we could all grab breakfast after shift and then go over there."

Greg chuckled softly and then looked at her curiously. "Uh, just one thing. How do the neighbors feel about Marilyn Manson?"

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As Nick looked into a comparative microscope at a fiber he'd found at the crime scene he and Warrick processed earlier that night, he felt a pair of arms sliding around his waist from behind and a soft pair of lips pressing against his cheek. He tried to restrain a smile. "Warrick, Sara's going to get jealous, and honestly I'm not really your type."

Sara giggled softly in his ear. "You knew it was me. Besides, you're not Warrick's type either. I have it on great authority that he likes women."

Nick chuckled and turned his head to give Sara a quick kiss on the lips. "What's going on, babe?"

She smiled as she loosened her hold on him and leaned her hip against the table. "Greg's going to look at the condo."

He smiled. "That's great." He reached over and took her hand. "I suppose we should try and figure out what to do with the rest of the stuff in your condo."

Sara's brow wrinkled as she made a mental checklist of all the things still sitting in her condo. "Maybe we should get a storage unit."

He raised an eyebrow and smiled. "You know for someone who is as much of a neat freak as you are, you sure are a packrat."

Sara wasn't sure how to respond to Nick's comment. "You have a lot of stuff too." There was a hint of a whine in her voice.

Nick sensed that he was somehow suddenly treading on thin ice. "I was just making an observation, babe. It just surprises me, that's all."

"But you think I should get rid of my stuff, don't you?" Sara crossed her arms in front of her body and looked at Nick with an accusatory expression.

Nick wasn't sure what to say, but knew if he didn't say something, he was going to be in worse trouble than if he said the wrong thing. "I didn't say that, honey. We just need to get the rest of your things out of your condo if we're going to rent it out and we need to find someplace to put them."

Sara wasn't really satisfied with his answer. "Well, there's not enough room to put it in your place and now that we're keeping both condos for a while, where am I supposed to put them?"

Nick wasn't sure how, but it seemed that one innocent comment had begun to escalate into their first real married argument. He studied her for a moment and then let out a deep breath. "Sar, can we talk about this later? I don't want to fight when I'm not sure what it is that we're fighting about."

Sara tilted her head slightly. "What do mean you don't know what we're fighting about?"

Nick had a panicked look on his face. "I, uh, I'm confused. One minute we were talking about Greg looking at your condo and the next, you're mad at me. What did I do?"

Sara looked a little indignant. "If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you." She looked pissed, but she also looked like she was about to cry.

"Sara." Nick's tone pleaded with her. "Honey, I don't know what I did."

"We'll talk about this later." She sniffled and turned on her heels and made a beeline down the hallway.

Nick was left sitting there with a perplexed expression on his face wondering what in the world had just happened. He was still sitting there, thoroughly confused when Catherine walked in.

"Nick." Catherine noticed his confused look when he looked up.

"Huh?" He looked at her still mulling over what had transpired between him and Sara and wondering what he'd said to upset her so much.

Catherine looked concerned. "Nicky, are you ok?"

He furrowed his brow. "I don't know. I think I said something that upset Sara, but I have no idea what it was."

Catherine's lip twitched upward. "Uh, first married fight?"

Nick nodded. "Yeah, I guess. One minute we were talking about renting out her condo and the next she's mad at me. Somewhere between her suggesting we needed a storage unit and me saying that she has a lot of stuff, she got pissed off."

Catherine chuckled. "You told her she had a lot of stuff?"

Nick nodded. "Uh, huh." His brow was still furrowed.

Catherine smiled and put a hand on Nick's shoulder. "Nicky, let me give you a little advice. Whatever you think the fight is about isn't what it's about."

Nick looked even more confused. "What?"

Catherine chuckled. "You think it's about too much stuff. She might think that it's about something else. Whatever it is, you need to remember that you're building a life together and it can be really scary."

Nick nodded, still not completely clear.

Catherine leaned over and whispered into Nick's ear. "Besides, half the fun of fighting is getting to make up."

A smile began to spread over Nick's face.