Disclaimer: I don't own them, I didn't create them, I don't profit from
them, but I certainly would enjoy sipping a cup of coffee with George.
This is a rewrite of a story that I had started but ended up pulling because I didn't like where it was heading.
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In a word, Sara Sidle was pissed. On her one night off in three weeks, Grissom had called her in and not having planned to do anything besides relax and catch up on back issues of her forensic journals, she had agreed to come in. What she hadn't counted on was Grissom announcing to her that he was leaving the scene almost as soon as she had arrived.
Another case was beckoning him and his vast knowledge of insects and so with a boyish smile, he'd left leaving her to process the scene of a decomp on her own. She processed the scene meticulously, trying to work out the anger that just continued to build. She knew that by the time she got back to the lab, she was going to smell to high heavens and that the new blouse that she had on would most likely never smell quite the same again.
She berated herself for not finding an interest outside of law enforcement. Perhaps if she had, she would have been able to say no to Grissom's request that she come in. Truth be told, she needed that night off and now she was pissed not only at Grissom for intruding on it, but at herself for even answering the phone.
By the time she got back to the lab, all she wanted to do was to take a shower and get the smell of decomposing flesh off of her body. She was thankful that Grissom had told her what kind of scene it was and that she'd had the foresight to pick up some lemons on her way to there, since she would have been breaking protocol to take a detour before checking the evidence in.
When she was finally able to get to the locker room to grab a change of clothes she kept in her locker, she noticed Nick Stokes standing in front of his locker looking about as bad as she smelled. He smelled about as bad too. "Great, I've had the night from hell and now I have to smell you too."
Nick furrowed his brow as he turned around to find out why he was suddenly the target of Sara's verbal assault. He wrinkled his nose at her. "Shit, Sara, you smell like death."
She narrowed her gaze and glared. "Well at least I don't look like I've been rolling in trash. Is this something new you're trying out on your dates?"
Nick was taken aback at her comments. He could tell she was pissed off and quite frankly the fact that she was taking it out on him, pissed him off. He hadn't exactly had a fun night himself. First he'd lost a coin toss to pull a body out of a pool and then he'd been called out to the scene of a shooting in an alley behind a fast food restaurant. One of the witnesses was convinced that the weapon had been tossed in the dumpster, so he'd spent the better part of two hours sifting through fries, ketchup, and remnants of Happy Meals. In a word, he was annoyed.
He narrowed his own gaze at her and rested his hands on his hips. "At least I have dates."
Sara snorted as she opened her locker. "Oh, yeah, and I bet you have to use a PDA just to keep them straight."
"And you'd probably need one to keep track of when the last time you had a date." Nick barbed back.
"You can be such an ass, you know that." Sara glared at him as she struggled with the bag in her locker.
Nick's eyebrows shot up in disgust. "Me?"
She pulled out a duffel bag with a change of clothes and slammed the door. "Move, I need to get to the shower."
Nick had had enough and shook his head. "No. I was here first, and I'm going in there."
Sara scoffed. "The hell you are. Move your ass, Nick."
Nick narrowed his gaze and lowered his voice as he gritted his teeth. "Look, Sara, I don't know who shoved a stick up your ass, but you can cut the bitch routine. I'm taking a shower, and when I'm done, then you can have it."
Sara stopped in her tracks as Nick angrily slammed his locker door and turned on his heels and headed into the shower room off of the locker bay. It took her a moment to fully process what he had just said to her and then her anger flared up once again as she yelled after him. "Asshole!"
Not really thinking about what she was doing, she walked over to the door of the shower room and yanked it open, glaring at Nick. "You asshole!"
Nick glanced up at her not realizing until that moment that he hadn't locked the door. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He stood there barefoot with his shirt unbuttoned and his pants unzipped.
"Get out of here, I'm taking a shower." Sara was being unreasonable and she knew it.
Nick's eyebrows shot up and he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You sure as hell are not. I'm not leaving until I take a shower."
"Don't think you can call me a bitch and get away with it." Sara glared at him and then turned around.
Nick, thinking that she was giving up, shrugged his shirt off and then glanced up and noticed that she had locked the door. He eyed her warily. "What the hell are you doing?"
She stepped toward him, still seething. "I told you, I'm taking a shower." As if to emphasize her point, she pulled her blouse off over her head and tossed it to the floor.
Nick's eyebrows shot up and he stood there staring at her in disbelief in the small space. "Get the hell out of here, Sara."
Still glaring at him, she kicked her shoes off and leaned down to remove her socks. "What's the problem, Nick? I'm sure you've seen naked women before, this should be nothing new to you."
"Sara." There was an edge of warning in Nick's voice. "You do not want to do this." He decided to up the ante and shoved his jeans down, placing them with the rest of his clothes and leaving him standing there in his boxers.
"Think you can act like an asshole and make me wait for the shower after I had to deal with Grissom's shit and work a decomp? Forget it." She continued to fume as she shimmied out of her jeans.
"Sara." Nick had a waver in his voice.
Sara unfastened her bra and was about to shrug it off, ready to volley another venomous comment until she happened to glance at Nick. That was when she realized what she was doing.
Nick's jaw was agape and he just stared at her. He had fantasized about her since he'd met her, and at that moment his body was making that abundantly clear through his boxers.
Sara swallowed hard and as she met his gaze, her anger dissolved into something else. In one move, she let her bra drop to the floor and stepped towards him, grabbing the waistband of his boxers and pulling him towards her as her mouth connected with his in a hot open mouth kiss.
Nick didn't move for a fraction of a second and then he took control as he felt the soft flesh of her breasts pressing against his chest. He pushed her against the cool tile of the wall and pressed his body against hers.
Sara seemed to become immobile for a moment as she felt his flesh connect with hers. The only conscious thought she had was that her tongue seemed to be in a duel with his. That is until she felt his hands sliding her panties down. She moaned into his mouth and in an animalistic move, she hooked her thumbs on the waistband of his boxers and shoved them downward.
Nick stepped out of them and pulled her firmly against him.
With all of the barriers between them removed, Sara wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him harder as she let the length of her body slide against his.
Nick slid his hands down to her ass, pulling her with him into the shower and turning on the spray. He pushed her up against the wall and they continued to explore each others bodies until Nick finally lifted Sara up against the wall and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
As he slid into her, Sara let out a moan biting his shoulder as he began to thrust into her hard and fast, hoping that the sound of water would muffle the sound and no one in the locker room could hear what was going on inside the shower.
Nick tried to muffle his guttural cry into the crook of her neck, holding her against the wall until the waves of pleasure began to ebb. He slowly lowered her back to her feet, their bodies slick in the wet spray.
As Nick tried to catch his breath, Sara stepped out of the shower for a moment and returned with the lemons.
With a single eyebrow raised, Sara handed him one of the lemons and he took it from her wordlessly and smiled with no explanation needed.
This is a rewrite of a story that I had started but ended up pulling because I didn't like where it was heading.
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In a word, Sara Sidle was pissed. On her one night off in three weeks, Grissom had called her in and not having planned to do anything besides relax and catch up on back issues of her forensic journals, she had agreed to come in. What she hadn't counted on was Grissom announcing to her that he was leaving the scene almost as soon as she had arrived.
Another case was beckoning him and his vast knowledge of insects and so with a boyish smile, he'd left leaving her to process the scene of a decomp on her own. She processed the scene meticulously, trying to work out the anger that just continued to build. She knew that by the time she got back to the lab, she was going to smell to high heavens and that the new blouse that she had on would most likely never smell quite the same again.
She berated herself for not finding an interest outside of law enforcement. Perhaps if she had, she would have been able to say no to Grissom's request that she come in. Truth be told, she needed that night off and now she was pissed not only at Grissom for intruding on it, but at herself for even answering the phone.
By the time she got back to the lab, all she wanted to do was to take a shower and get the smell of decomposing flesh off of her body. She was thankful that Grissom had told her what kind of scene it was and that she'd had the foresight to pick up some lemons on her way to there, since she would have been breaking protocol to take a detour before checking the evidence in.
When she was finally able to get to the locker room to grab a change of clothes she kept in her locker, she noticed Nick Stokes standing in front of his locker looking about as bad as she smelled. He smelled about as bad too. "Great, I've had the night from hell and now I have to smell you too."
Nick furrowed his brow as he turned around to find out why he was suddenly the target of Sara's verbal assault. He wrinkled his nose at her. "Shit, Sara, you smell like death."
She narrowed her gaze and glared. "Well at least I don't look like I've been rolling in trash. Is this something new you're trying out on your dates?"
Nick was taken aback at her comments. He could tell she was pissed off and quite frankly the fact that she was taking it out on him, pissed him off. He hadn't exactly had a fun night himself. First he'd lost a coin toss to pull a body out of a pool and then he'd been called out to the scene of a shooting in an alley behind a fast food restaurant. One of the witnesses was convinced that the weapon had been tossed in the dumpster, so he'd spent the better part of two hours sifting through fries, ketchup, and remnants of Happy Meals. In a word, he was annoyed.
He narrowed his own gaze at her and rested his hands on his hips. "At least I have dates."
Sara snorted as she opened her locker. "Oh, yeah, and I bet you have to use a PDA just to keep them straight."
"And you'd probably need one to keep track of when the last time you had a date." Nick barbed back.
"You can be such an ass, you know that." Sara glared at him as she struggled with the bag in her locker.
Nick's eyebrows shot up in disgust. "Me?"
She pulled out a duffel bag with a change of clothes and slammed the door. "Move, I need to get to the shower."
Nick had had enough and shook his head. "No. I was here first, and I'm going in there."
Sara scoffed. "The hell you are. Move your ass, Nick."
Nick narrowed his gaze and lowered his voice as he gritted his teeth. "Look, Sara, I don't know who shoved a stick up your ass, but you can cut the bitch routine. I'm taking a shower, and when I'm done, then you can have it."
Sara stopped in her tracks as Nick angrily slammed his locker door and turned on his heels and headed into the shower room off of the locker bay. It took her a moment to fully process what he had just said to her and then her anger flared up once again as she yelled after him. "Asshole!"
Not really thinking about what she was doing, she walked over to the door of the shower room and yanked it open, glaring at Nick. "You asshole!"
Nick glanced up at her not realizing until that moment that he hadn't locked the door. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He stood there barefoot with his shirt unbuttoned and his pants unzipped.
"Get out of here, I'm taking a shower." Sara was being unreasonable and she knew it.
Nick's eyebrows shot up and he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You sure as hell are not. I'm not leaving until I take a shower."
"Don't think you can call me a bitch and get away with it." Sara glared at him and then turned around.
Nick, thinking that she was giving up, shrugged his shirt off and then glanced up and noticed that she had locked the door. He eyed her warily. "What the hell are you doing?"
She stepped toward him, still seething. "I told you, I'm taking a shower." As if to emphasize her point, she pulled her blouse off over her head and tossed it to the floor.
Nick's eyebrows shot up and he stood there staring at her in disbelief in the small space. "Get the hell out of here, Sara."
Still glaring at him, she kicked her shoes off and leaned down to remove her socks. "What's the problem, Nick? I'm sure you've seen naked women before, this should be nothing new to you."
"Sara." There was an edge of warning in Nick's voice. "You do not want to do this." He decided to up the ante and shoved his jeans down, placing them with the rest of his clothes and leaving him standing there in his boxers.
"Think you can act like an asshole and make me wait for the shower after I had to deal with Grissom's shit and work a decomp? Forget it." She continued to fume as she shimmied out of her jeans.
"Sara." Nick had a waver in his voice.
Sara unfastened her bra and was about to shrug it off, ready to volley another venomous comment until she happened to glance at Nick. That was when she realized what she was doing.
Nick's jaw was agape and he just stared at her. He had fantasized about her since he'd met her, and at that moment his body was making that abundantly clear through his boxers.
Sara swallowed hard and as she met his gaze, her anger dissolved into something else. In one move, she let her bra drop to the floor and stepped towards him, grabbing the waistband of his boxers and pulling him towards her as her mouth connected with his in a hot open mouth kiss.
Nick didn't move for a fraction of a second and then he took control as he felt the soft flesh of her breasts pressing against his chest. He pushed her against the cool tile of the wall and pressed his body against hers.
Sara seemed to become immobile for a moment as she felt his flesh connect with hers. The only conscious thought she had was that her tongue seemed to be in a duel with his. That is until she felt his hands sliding her panties down. She moaned into his mouth and in an animalistic move, she hooked her thumbs on the waistband of his boxers and shoved them downward.
Nick stepped out of them and pulled her firmly against him.
With all of the barriers between them removed, Sara wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him harder as she let the length of her body slide against his.
Nick slid his hands down to her ass, pulling her with him into the shower and turning on the spray. He pushed her up against the wall and they continued to explore each others bodies until Nick finally lifted Sara up against the wall and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
As he slid into her, Sara let out a moan biting his shoulder as he began to thrust into her hard and fast, hoping that the sound of water would muffle the sound and no one in the locker room could hear what was going on inside the shower.
Nick tried to muffle his guttural cry into the crook of her neck, holding her against the wall until the waves of pleasure began to ebb. He slowly lowered her back to her feet, their bodies slick in the wet spray.
As Nick tried to catch his breath, Sara stepped out of the shower for a moment and returned with the lemons.
With a single eyebrow raised, Sara handed him one of the lemons and he took it from her wordlessly and smiled with no explanation needed.
