A/N: Ok, so I finally wrote a chapter over 1500 words. You proud of me ? :P

warricksgirl: I think there's going to be a bit more Warrick, and I don't know if there will be more Greg.  I have a habit of changing my mind 50 times before I write something, so I can't really tell :)

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Chapter Four – Omelettes, Hair Dye and Showerheads

Sara and Nick arrived back at his apartment just as the sun was rising.  They had each drove their own cars, and made a detour to Sara's apartment so she could pack her things.  Now completely both emotionally and physically tired, they collapsed onto the couch. 

"So, what's for breakfast?" Sara queried as she tucked her legs underneath her.

"I have no idea. Whatever you make for yourself," Nick teased.

Sara opened her mouth in mock disgust and threw a pillow at him.  "Excuse me, I am your guest and I demand to be provided with full breakfast privileges," She said in her best high-and-mighty voice while trying not to laugh.

Nick smiled at the sudden change in Sara. Grissom had given them all time off until the D'Adamo situation was resolved, and while she had complained about it all the way home, he could see her starting to relax already.  

"Alright then Miss, what would you like?"

"Anything, as long as it doesn't have meat in it,"

Nick hoisted himself off the couch, muttering something about crazy vegetarians as he went.

"Hey, you go watch a pig decompose in front of you and then try and tell me that eating meat is not the slightest bit revolting." Nick rolled his eyes good-naturedly at her from the kitchen as she continued. " Just make sure there's none in my breakfast ok?"

Nick nodded. "Alright. Bacon and eggs it is."

"Nick!"

"Alright, Alright, I'll make an omelette."  He laughed.

"Thankyou," Sara yawned as she lay down on the couch, her head resting on her arms.

"Hey, don't fall asleep.  We're going to have to get used to being awake during the day and asleep at night." 

"Mmm," Was the only response he got.

10 minutes later, Nick was carrying two plates over to the couch that now supported a barely conscious Sara.

"Hey Sar, breakfast's ready," Nick whispered as he placed her omelette on the coffee table in front of her. Receiving no reply, he gently shook her shoulder. "Sara, wake up," She rolled onto her stomach and began drowsily murmuring into her arms, the only word he caught being 'pirates'. 

Laughing, he sat in the armchair across from the couch as Sara sat up.

"Well, that's twice you've proved me wrong," Nick stated as he propped his feet up on a stool.

Sara brushed her hair from her face and shot him a confused look. "How do you mean?"

"I thought you never slept," He grinned "But that's twice now I've seen otherwise."

"Oh. Well, I don't want to alarm you Nick, but I am human," She smiled, picking up her plate and stabbing the omelette with her fork.  Nick laughed and feigned shock before picking up the remote and switching the television on.  The pair settled in and ate in companionable silence as they watched Nick's copy of 'The Sixth Sense'.

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"Well, I'm going to have a shower." Sara paused for a moment. "You do have a shower, don't you?"

Nick shot her a quizzical look and laughed. "Yes Sara, I do have a shower. It's the first door on your right." He motioned down the hall. "I don't smell that bad do I?"

Sara smirked. "Not most of the time," She remarked as she stood up and slid past Nick, who was still sitting in the armchair.  "I hope you don't mind me using all your hot water!" She called back from the hallway.

Sara knelt down on the floor of Nick's guest bedroom and unzipped the bag she had dumped there. Pulling out a pair of jeans, underwear and a blue singlet top, she stood up and made her way back down the hall and into the bathroom. 

Upon entering the room, Sara saw that Nick had put a clean towel and bar of soap on the basin for her. Cute, she thought as she closed the door behind her.  She quickly discarded the clothes she was wearing and stepped into the shower. Once it was running, Sara made the mistake of trying to adjust the height of the showerhead.  As soon as she turned the knob on the side of it, the whole thing swung down and water was now spurting from where it was attached to the wall, as well as from the showerhead itself.  If that wasn't bad enough, the water hadn't heated up yet, and it was freezing cold.

Nick was walking past the bathroom when he heard Sara curse, followed by a series of muffled bangs and what sounded like bursts of water.

"Uh, Sara? You ok?"

Bang "Uh huh" Thump " I'm Fine," She shielded her eyes with her arm as she tried to use her other arm to pull the showerhead up and stem the flow of water at the same time.  "Shit,"

Nick furrowed his brow as he tried to work out what could possibly be going on in there.  That was, of course, until he realised that thinking about Sara in shower was probably not the smartest idea. 

"Uh, okay then," Still thoroughly confused, he resumed walking down the hall.

After several more minutes of cursing and splashing, Sara finally managed to fix the showerhead back in its original position, and stop the spurts of water.  Letting out an exasperated sigh, she picked up the shampoo bottle and poured the liquid into her palm.

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"Finally. I was beginning to think you drowned yourself."  Nick grinned over the paper as Sara emerged from the bathroom.

"Nah. I think it would take longer than an hour for me to drown myself in there anyway," She smiled.

"Well it sure sounded like you did,"

"Huh? Oh... that. Your showerhead and I just had a bit of a disagreement," She picked up a brush and began running it through her hair.   Nick just smiled and shook his head at her before looking back down at his paper.

Sara pulled her wet hair into a ponytail and sat in a chair opposite to Nick at the table. Supporting her head with hand, she studied him for a moment.

"Hey," She began, and by the tone of her voice Nick had the feeling he wasn't going to like what she said next. He was right. "Let me dye your hair."

"You're not serious," Nick put the paper down and stared at her incredulously.

"Come on, why not?"

He was beginning to think that maybe Sara being so relaxed wasn't such a good thing after all.

"Where would you get hair dye anyway? You're not going to tell me that you carry around emergency packs of it for occasions such as this, are you?"

Sara laughed. "No, never been a fan of excessive cosmetic use myself. But you have some."

"I do?"

"Yep, I found it in your medicine cabinet,"

"How'd that get there? What color is it?" He didn't ask why she was in his medicine cabinet in the first place.

"I have no idea, and blonde. One of your, er, dates," she raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly "or whatever you like to call them, probably left it there."

"I'm not dying my hair blonde,"

"Please?" Sara knew she sounded like a four year old, but if that's what it was going to take to convince him, then that was what she was going to do.

"Come on, it's not even permanent,"

"Oh, and that makes it so much better,"

"It does!"

"Uh uh. No way."

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"Oh, it does not sting. You're such a wuss," Sara chuckled as she leaned over the back of Nick's head.

"I can't believe I'm doing this,"

 Sara just smiled at him.  "You have to trust me Nick. Now put your head in the sink. We have to rinse it out,"

He reluctantly obeyed, with a very palpable what-have-I-gotten-myself-into look on his face.  Sara picked up the extension hose she had attached to the tap, and turned the water on. She held it over Nick's hair and rinsed, combing it through with her fingers until the last of the dye was gone.

"There." She stepped back and threw a towel to him as he was sitting up. He began drying his hair, but stopped immediately when he saw the look on Sara's face. 

"What?" He turned around to look in the mirror and saw exactly what.  His hair was a perfect shade of orange.  "What the hell?"

Sara's face still showed a look of utter shock as walked over and reached into the shower, pulling out Nick's shampoo and reading the label. "Oh. Oh."  Her shocked expression was replaced by one of realisation as she continued to read.

"What? What happened?"

Sara looked up sheepishly. "Uh, your shampoo has silicon in it. It coats your hair and stays there, and, um, it can distort the color of dyes,"

"Now she tells me," Nick was staring into the mirror disbelievingly.

Sara cocked her head to one side, forcing down the smile that was threatening to break on her face. "Well... it's not... that bad"

"Sara, my hair is orange." 

She looked at him apologetically, before the urge to burst out laughing got the better of her and she did exactly that.

"Oh, Nick, I'm sorry-" She managed to say between fits of laughter. "-But, well, you look so odd. You have to admit it's funny," 

"You're not helping,"

"Okay, okay," She sat on the edge of the bath and managed to cull her laughter down to the occasional amused chuckle. "It says on the box it lasts for 6-8 washes. So, we just have to wash your hair 6-8 times in a row." She stated as if it were the most obvious and normal thing in the world. "It'll come out,"

He raised a skeptical eyebrow at her, but his mood seemed to lighten a little. "It better, Sidle,"

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Half an hour and a bottle of shampoo later, Nick was relieved to be able to say that his hair was back to its original state. Although, when he stood in the light, the slightest tinge of orange was still visible.  Sara didn't tell him this, of course.

The remainder of the day passed fairly quickly and uneventfully.  They watched TV, played Scrabble ("No Nick, you can't use dirty words,"), Monopoly ("I saw that Nick, give it back,"), and even went outside and did some gardening ("Nick! The water goes on the plants, not me!").  By the time it was 7:00, they were both ready to collapse, neither of them having slept since the day before. 

"Urgh. I am so tired," Sara complained as she sprawled herself across the couch.

Nick motioned for her to move over and sat himself on the couch next to her. "I hear you. There's no way I'm cooking anything tonight, and unless you want to-" Sara shook her head. "-then I would suggest .... pizza?"

"Pizza," She agreed and Nick reached for the phone. Dialing a number, he ordered two large pizzas, and Sara smiled when she realized that he remembered exactly what type of pizza she ate.

That done, Nick put the receiver down and leaned back into the couch.  The pair fell into an uncomfortable silence as they considered the topic they had managed to avoid all day; the elephant in the room, so to speak.  

"So," Nick began slowly, "this stuff with D'Adamo..."

Sara shifted in her seat. "Yeah. Pretty intense, huh?"

"Yeah."  Nick looked around the room, eager to get off the topic he had brought up. It seemed Sara had the same idea, reaching for the remote and turning the television on.

Neither of them heard the bathroom window slide open.

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A/N: Sorry if that sucked, this chapter just didn't seem to want to cooperate with me, especially at the beginning. I'm going away on a week long trip with my family *shudder* the day after next, so I won't be able to update for a while :(  

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