"Has anyone ever told you that you're quite vigorous?" Sara had a smirk on her face as she and Nick lay on his bedroom floor tangled in his sheets.

Nick chuckled. "Is that some commentary on the fact that we fell off the bed?"

"Well, I can't say that's ever happened to me before." Sara quipped rolling onto her side and resting on her elbow as she looked at him. "I think I have a bruise on my ass."

Nick rolled toward her and raised an eyebrow. "A bruise, huh?" He lifted the sheet and glanced underneath it, a smile forming on his lips. "I don't see any bruises, Sara."

She swatted at him and rolled her eyes. "That's not my ass and you know it."

He grinned. "Can I help it if I think you're sexy?"

Sara's laugh was husky. "Well, I think you're sexy too." She leaned in and kissed him allowing him to push her onto her back and tangle his fingers in her hair as the kiss deepened.

As they broke the kiss, Nick looked down at her and studied her for a moment. "Do you want to stay?"

Sara smirked. "I don't think we'll get much sleep if I stay, Nick."

"We can sleep." Nick tried to convince himself as much as her.

Sara rolled her eyes. "Liar."

Nick chuckled. "Who really needs to sleep anyway. It's kind of overrated."

She smiled. "I should go. We both need sleep if we're going to be awake enough to work."

Nick leaned down, his lips a fraction of an inch from hers. "We could call in sick."

Sara laughed. "Nick, I've never called in sick before and besides I don't think everyone would appreciate it if we both called in sick."

Nick leaned in and kissed her, taking his time as his tongue explored her mouth. When he pulled away he searched her eyes. "Still want to leave?"

Sara was breathing a little heavily. "Not really, but we can't exactly call in because we're having a fuckathon. I really need to go."

Nick let out a sigh. "Ok." A smile began to play at his lips as he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "But can I get a rain check on that fuckathon?"

Sara laughed as she pushed him away, pulling a sheet around her as she pulled herself off of the floor.

Nick lay on the floor in all of his male glory watching her. "Can I take that as a 'yes'?"

She glanced at him and smirked again. "I need to see if I can find my clothes."

Nick looked amused as he stood up to follow her, stopping by his dresser to put a pair of boxers on.

Sara was down on her hands and knees looking under the coffee table for her socks. She glanced up at him with her brows knit together. "Do you remember where you threw my bra?"

Nick gestured towards the kitchen and tried to restrain his smile. "I think that's it on the top of the refrigerator."

Sara pulled herself up off of the floor with the sheet still wrapped around her body. She raised a single eyebrow at Nick. "Do you want to help me here?"

Nick pursed his lips together in a futile effort to keep from smiling. "Not really."

She tilted her head, a hint of annoyance flickering across her face. "Nick."

He chuckled, a sheepish expression on his face as he wrapped his arms around her. "What?"

"I can't leave if I don't get dressed." Sara was trying to remember where her jeans had ended up and spied them on the back of the couch.

Nick leaned in and kissed her neck. "That's the general idea."

"Mmnn, Nick." Sara tried to protest, but she was enjoying the sensation of Nick's lips against her neck too much. "I really need to go."

He slid his hands down and cupped her butt through the sheet as he continued to kiss her along her shoulder. "No you don't."

"But we need to sleep." Sara's mind was beginning to haze over from the distraction of Nick's hands on her ass.

"We can sleep." Nick murmured as he began pulling her with him back towards his bedroom.

"We won't sleep." The protest in Sara's voice ebbed as Nick began to nibble on her ear.

"Stay." Nick's voice was husky as he continued to kiss her neck.

All of Sara's reason disappeared as her senses took over. "We could still get a couple hours of sleep."

Nick chuckled against her neck. "There's always coffee."

They took a few more steps back towards the bedroom. "Coffee's good." Sara's lips met Nick's and they began to purposefully stagger back to the bedroom.

As they tumbled onto the bed, Sara murmured against Nick's lips. "No falling off the bed this time."

Nick laughed against her mouth. "Yes, ma'am."

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The sound of a phone ringing broke through Sara's sleepy haze. She reached for the sound of it and clumsily brought the phone to her ear. It wasn't until she heard the surprise in the voice at the other end of the line and an arm tightening around her waist that she realized she wasn't at home.

"Sara?" Warrick had thought for sure that he'd called Nick's number.

"Uh, hey, Warrick." Sara was formulating an explanation for answering Nick's phone she could give him that would sound plausible.

"I thought I called Nick." Warrick knew he'd called Nick, the display on his phone indicated that he had.

Sara tried to sound calm and relaxed. "You did."

Warrick wasn't exactly sure what to make of this. "What are you doing there?"

Sara knew that at the moment, the truth was not an option. "We were watching TV and I fell asleep." She figured that what Warrick didn't know wouldn't hurt her and Nick.

"Mmm." Warrick considered that for a half a second. It could be true.

Nick was groggy. He thought he'd heard the phone, but then it had stopped ringing. Sara was talking to someone though. He mumble sleepily. "Is someone on the phone?"

Sara glanced over at him and whispered. "Warrick's on the phone." She held the phone out to him.

"Hey, man, what's up?" Nick glanced at Sara and smiled.

"What's Sara doing there?" Warrick sounded suspicious.

Nick didn't think before he opened his mouth. "We were watching TV and fell asleep."

He hadn't hesitated when he'd answered, so for the moment, Warrick was buying his story. "Well, you'd both better get your asses in here. Shift started a half hour ago and Grissom's not a happy man."

"Shit." Nick gritted his teeth. Sara was not going to be happy about being late to work. "We'll be there shortly." He hung up the phone and glanced over at Sara. "We're late."

Sara's eyebrows shot up. "What time is it?"

Nick furrowed his brow, still trying to wake up. "Apparently about seven thirty."

"Shit." Sara hissed, pulling the sheet with her as she got out of bed. "Didn't you set your alarm clock?"

Nick propped himself up on his elbow and yawned as he looked at her with a sheepish expression. "I was a little distracted."

Sara smirked at him before she went in search of her clothes.