"You know when you told me that your parent's bed and breakfast was a
series of cabins I didn't envision this." Nick gestured toward the guest
lodge that stood in the middle of the property about 200 feet from Rick and
Helen's house. In addition to the lodge which had six guest rooms, there
were several other cabins scattered around the property and nearly all of
them had sweeping views of Tamales Bay.
Sara chuckled. "Well you only asked me if I lived in the bed and breakfast, you didn't ask me to describe it. I just thought I'd let you see if for yourself."
They walked up the steps and back into the house. The sounds of someone singing softly could be heard from the kitchen. Nick glanced over at Sara and a smile spread across his face. "I can see where you get your singing voice from."
Sara smirked. "She sounds a lot better than I do."
"Don't sell yourself short. I like your voice." Nick replied with sincerity.
Not sure what to say, Sara made her way into the kitchen with Nick right behind her.
Helen glanced up and smiled. "Did you have a nice walk?" There was a hint of mischief in her expression.
"You and Rick have quite a place here." Nick commented. "No wonder you don't get to Vegas often to visit Sara."
Helen glanced at Sara then whispered conspiratorially to Nick. "She's afraid we'd embarrass her if we came to visit too often."
Sara's eyebrows shot up in protest. "That is not true. You and Dad are always talking about how busy you are and I don't get much time off of work, so it just doesn't work out very often."
Nick looked at Sara skeptically. "Sara, you could take time off of work. You've got plenty of vacation saved up."
Helen looked at Nick with amusement at how he wasn't afraid to call Sara on the carpet.
Sara glanced at Nick and narrowed her gaze at him. "We have a pretty heavy caseload most of the time."
"And you come in on your day off most of the time." Nick continued.
"And most of the time, I get paged to come in." Sara retorted.
"Because you're sitting at home listening to your police scanner." Nick raised an eyebrow in challenge.
"We're public servants." Sara barbed. "We have to be on call."
Nick wasn't buying it. "Sara, you deserve a life outside of law enforcement and I know for a fact that Grissom has said as much to you on numerous occasions. Why do you think he let us have the time off so easily?"
Sara glanced over at her mom for a moment who wore an expression of amusement and surprise at how well Nick seemed to be handling Sara. She turned back towards Nick. "Can we not talk about this right now?"
Nick's expression softened. "Sorry."
Sara let out a deep sigh and turned towards her mom with a curious expression. "Where did Dad go?"
Helen tried to restrain her smile at the interaction she'd just witnessed. "He went over to the lodge. Apparently, Kimberly's son Alex fell out of tree and broke his arm. She had to take him to the hospital so we're a little short handed in the kitchen."
"I'm sure Sara and I could help out." Nick offered.
Sara looked at him in disbelief. "You have got to be kidding, Nick; you in the kitchen?"
He feigned a hurt expression. "What? You think that my mom raised seven kids and had a career and did it all by herself? I know my way around a kitchen."
Helen couldn't help but smile. "I hate to impose on your vacation, but if you're willing to help it would be greatly appreciated."
"I've got to see this." Sara was very curious about how well Nick really could handle himself in a kitchen.
"Alright then; let's do it." He looked at Helen and Sara expectantly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"You do handle a knife pretty well." Sara observed, trying to restrain her smile.
Nick chuckled as he made quick work of the vegetables that would garnish the dinner salads. "I told you my mom made us help out. Besides, she didn't want to send her kids out in the world without being able to take care of themselves."
"You don't look completely helpless." Sara quipped with a smirk.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence. I'll have you know that I'm a pretty good cook." Nick challenged her.
She glanced around and then whispered conspiratorially. "I wouldn't say that too loud around here, you might get roped into working in the kitchen and then you'd never get to see any of the bay."
He attempted to swallow a grin. "I'll keep that in mind." He glanced over at her and pointed towards the lettuce she was tearing. "You're falling behind there, Sidle. You want to pick up the pace a little?"
In answer, she tossed a leaf of lettuce at him and continued her task, a smile etched on her face.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"You're parents sure turned in early." Nick observed glancing at the clock. It was only 9:00.
"Well, they get up early to get things ready for breakfast over at the lodge." Sara replied as they settled themselves on the couch to watch a movie.
"Have you ever seen this movie before?" Nick asked her as he grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl in her lap.
She smiled. "Probably more times than I'd like to admit. What about you?"
"No, but I hear it's a classic." Nick grinned and turned his attention back to the TV where the opening scene of Casablanca was just beginning.
They were about half an hour into the movie when a thump sounded on the ceiling. Nick glanced at Sara with a perplexed expression. "Did you hear that?"
Sara feigned ignorance. "Uh, no. What was it?"
Another thump.
"That." Nick gestured toward the ceiling.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Sara cringed. She knew exactly what the noise was and at the moment she wanted to die. "Uh, let's just try and ignore it."
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Nick looked at her quizzically for a second.
Then they heard a loud voice interspersed with the thumping coming through the ceiling.
"Rick!"
Thump.
"Oh, Rick!"
Thump.
"Yes!"
Thump.
"Oh, Rick!"
Thump.
"More!"
Thump.
"Rick!"
Nick glanced over at Sara.
She was covering her face with her hand.
Nick started laughing.
Sara glanced over at him with a horrified expression on her face.
Nick tried to restrain his laughter and decided to try and do something to lessen Sara's utter mortification. "Do you want to go for a walk or something?"
Sara didn't need to be asked twice. She reached over and grabbed the remote, shutting off the TV and VCR as she stood up and pasted a smile on. "Yes."
Nick chuckled as they grabbed their jackets and headed out the front door and down the driveway. They'd gone a short distance when he nudged her elbow with his. "You have to admit, that was pretty funny."
Sara was having a hard time seeing any humor in the situation. "My parents were having loud obnoxious sex. How is that possibly funny?"
Nick slung his arm over her shoulders. "Yeah, you never want to think about your parents like that, but seriously, Sara, it was really funny."
She glanced over at him and her smirk gave way to a chuckle. "Ok, so maybe it was a little funny. Embarrassing as hell, but a little funny."
Sara chuckled. "Well you only asked me if I lived in the bed and breakfast, you didn't ask me to describe it. I just thought I'd let you see if for yourself."
They walked up the steps and back into the house. The sounds of someone singing softly could be heard from the kitchen. Nick glanced over at Sara and a smile spread across his face. "I can see where you get your singing voice from."
Sara smirked. "She sounds a lot better than I do."
"Don't sell yourself short. I like your voice." Nick replied with sincerity.
Not sure what to say, Sara made her way into the kitchen with Nick right behind her.
Helen glanced up and smiled. "Did you have a nice walk?" There was a hint of mischief in her expression.
"You and Rick have quite a place here." Nick commented. "No wonder you don't get to Vegas often to visit Sara."
Helen glanced at Sara then whispered conspiratorially to Nick. "She's afraid we'd embarrass her if we came to visit too often."
Sara's eyebrows shot up in protest. "That is not true. You and Dad are always talking about how busy you are and I don't get much time off of work, so it just doesn't work out very often."
Nick looked at Sara skeptically. "Sara, you could take time off of work. You've got plenty of vacation saved up."
Helen looked at Nick with amusement at how he wasn't afraid to call Sara on the carpet.
Sara glanced at Nick and narrowed her gaze at him. "We have a pretty heavy caseload most of the time."
"And you come in on your day off most of the time." Nick continued.
"And most of the time, I get paged to come in." Sara retorted.
"Because you're sitting at home listening to your police scanner." Nick raised an eyebrow in challenge.
"We're public servants." Sara barbed. "We have to be on call."
Nick wasn't buying it. "Sara, you deserve a life outside of law enforcement and I know for a fact that Grissom has said as much to you on numerous occasions. Why do you think he let us have the time off so easily?"
Sara glanced over at her mom for a moment who wore an expression of amusement and surprise at how well Nick seemed to be handling Sara. She turned back towards Nick. "Can we not talk about this right now?"
Nick's expression softened. "Sorry."
Sara let out a deep sigh and turned towards her mom with a curious expression. "Where did Dad go?"
Helen tried to restrain her smile at the interaction she'd just witnessed. "He went over to the lodge. Apparently, Kimberly's son Alex fell out of tree and broke his arm. She had to take him to the hospital so we're a little short handed in the kitchen."
"I'm sure Sara and I could help out." Nick offered.
Sara looked at him in disbelief. "You have got to be kidding, Nick; you in the kitchen?"
He feigned a hurt expression. "What? You think that my mom raised seven kids and had a career and did it all by herself? I know my way around a kitchen."
Helen couldn't help but smile. "I hate to impose on your vacation, but if you're willing to help it would be greatly appreciated."
"I've got to see this." Sara was very curious about how well Nick really could handle himself in a kitchen.
"Alright then; let's do it." He looked at Helen and Sara expectantly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"You do handle a knife pretty well." Sara observed, trying to restrain her smile.
Nick chuckled as he made quick work of the vegetables that would garnish the dinner salads. "I told you my mom made us help out. Besides, she didn't want to send her kids out in the world without being able to take care of themselves."
"You don't look completely helpless." Sara quipped with a smirk.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence. I'll have you know that I'm a pretty good cook." Nick challenged her.
She glanced around and then whispered conspiratorially. "I wouldn't say that too loud around here, you might get roped into working in the kitchen and then you'd never get to see any of the bay."
He attempted to swallow a grin. "I'll keep that in mind." He glanced over at her and pointed towards the lettuce she was tearing. "You're falling behind there, Sidle. You want to pick up the pace a little?"
In answer, she tossed a leaf of lettuce at him and continued her task, a smile etched on her face.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"You're parents sure turned in early." Nick observed glancing at the clock. It was only 9:00.
"Well, they get up early to get things ready for breakfast over at the lodge." Sara replied as they settled themselves on the couch to watch a movie.
"Have you ever seen this movie before?" Nick asked her as he grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl in her lap.
She smiled. "Probably more times than I'd like to admit. What about you?"
"No, but I hear it's a classic." Nick grinned and turned his attention back to the TV where the opening scene of Casablanca was just beginning.
They were about half an hour into the movie when a thump sounded on the ceiling. Nick glanced at Sara with a perplexed expression. "Did you hear that?"
Sara feigned ignorance. "Uh, no. What was it?"
Another thump.
"That." Nick gestured toward the ceiling.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Sara cringed. She knew exactly what the noise was and at the moment she wanted to die. "Uh, let's just try and ignore it."
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Nick looked at her quizzically for a second.
Then they heard a loud voice interspersed with the thumping coming through the ceiling.
"Rick!"
Thump.
"Oh, Rick!"
Thump.
"Yes!"
Thump.
"Oh, Rick!"
Thump.
"More!"
Thump.
"Rick!"
Nick glanced over at Sara.
She was covering her face with her hand.
Nick started laughing.
Sara glanced over at him with a horrified expression on her face.
Nick tried to restrain his laughter and decided to try and do something to lessen Sara's utter mortification. "Do you want to go for a walk or something?"
Sara didn't need to be asked twice. She reached over and grabbed the remote, shutting off the TV and VCR as she stood up and pasted a smile on. "Yes."
Nick chuckled as they grabbed their jackets and headed out the front door and down the driveway. They'd gone a short distance when he nudged her elbow with his. "You have to admit, that was pretty funny."
Sara was having a hard time seeing any humor in the situation. "My parents were having loud obnoxious sex. How is that possibly funny?"
Nick slung his arm over her shoulders. "Yeah, you never want to think about your parents like that, but seriously, Sara, it was really funny."
She glanced over at him and her smirk gave way to a chuckle. "Ok, so maybe it was a little funny. Embarrassing as hell, but a little funny."