Now You See Me
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Author's Note:
I got the idea for this fic from a site. It was supposed to be a challenge, but I don't really consider it to be. I would really love any comments and/or suggestions you may have for me. Just leave it in a little review and tell me if you want me to continue this story or not. Thanks so much!
Also, just wanted to make sure you know that although this story is about the whole CSI graveyard shift, there is a little Sara/Nick in this story, so if you don't like it, please don't read it.
PG-13 for sexuality and language
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CHAPTER 1 - Ugly Surprises
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"Mmmm…" Sara murmured softly as Nick nipped the edge of her earlobe. The sun poured through the two large windows in his bedroom. Even the thick, jade curtains couldn't block out all the sun rays. The bright sun shining while she and Nick slept, that was one of her biggest problems about working graveyard shift lately.
"You like that?" Nick asked in a husky voice that Sara barely recognized. Sara tried to refrain from smiling, but even her hardest will could prevent it when he began to slip his hands up the front of the small tank top she was wearing.
"I'm really tired," she reminded him. The six or seven times she had already told him seemed to be forgotten as he continued to explore her bare skin around her neck with his mouth. Sara rolled around onto her stomach on the soft sheets on his bed. "Stop, Nick. Come on, really. We've got to get to work early tonight and I don't want to show up extremely tired again. You know how upset Grissom was last time."
Nick couldn't help but grin against her hair at the memory. Oh yeah, Grissom had been furious, especially since he knew that Sara and Nick were finally together. Nick knew Grissom was intelligent, but when he had realized why they were so tired as soon as they had walked through the doors of the crime lab, Nick was impressed.
Nick finally gave up all attempts at it tonight, so he turned over onto his other side and closed his eyes, hoping work would stay as far away as possible.
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When Sara looked out the window as Nick steered the Tahoe into an empty parking space in front of the crime lab, she was surprised to spot quite a view of reporters crowded around the front door. Sara visually slumped into her seat, and Nick knew this attitude had to do with the fact that Sara hated the media almost as much as Grissom.
It wasn't that she was embarrassed by her image, or afraid of being live on television. Sara just didn't like to be crowded or pushed for answers to questions that didn't even relate to her work half the time.
The engine turned off and they both just sat in the SUV for a moment or two. Sara debated on whether or not she wanted to risk going through the front door and being mobbed by noisy reporters or trying her luck by sneaking around back. Besides, she reasoned, nine times out of ten when reporters came to the crime lab, which had only happened ten times, they wanted to talk to only one person on the team and that person was Grissom.
Sara opened the door and it was as if someone had blown a dog whistle and the reporters were the dogs. Sara didn't hear anything, but all of the sudden, the mob of reporters turned to face her and Nick and within the next minute, they stood hopeless in the middle of the crowd.
"What is your opinion of your job?" one noisy reporter asked, shoving a microphone into Sara's face. A camera pushed up behind the female reporter and the light coming from it was almost enough to blind her. Suddenly Sara was disappointed in herself for refusing to take that kickboxing class Nick had insisted they join together. What she would give to be able to kick all the reporters out of the way without looking as if she had lost her mind.
While the one female reporter worked on Sara, another busybody pushed his way through the crowd, not caring if his suit was getting wrinkled. If he got the scoop first, he would have more than enough money to pay for his dry cleaning for the rest of his life. Just the thought of that made him smile as he shoved his way up to Nick. Forcing the microphone too close for comfort, he blurted out before anyone could interrupt, "How does working for Gil Grissom affect your coworkers and yourself?"
Nick managed to slide he way around the front of the SUV. Finding Sara, he finally managed to find her fingers and he pulled her out, forming a path for her out of the reporters. Before the reporters could pull them back in, they made a mad dash to the crime lab. Ripping open the front door, Sara barely made it in before Nick slammed the door behind her and locked it, flashing his wonderful smile at all the reporters outside.
When they found their ways into the break room, they saw Grissom, Catherine, and Warrick already waiting for them. "What the hell is up with all the reporters outside?" Sara asked as Nick made he way over to the coffee machine, filling up two Styrofoam cups from them.
Warrick looked up from the newspaper column he was reading. "Reporters?" he asked dumbfounded. Sara realized that Catherine and Grissom were giving them the same look. Sighing, Sara began to explain what they had just gone through.
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Author's Note:
I got the idea for this fic from a site. It was supposed to be a challenge, but I don't really consider it to be. I would really love any comments and/or suggestions you may have for me. Just leave it in a little review and tell me if you want me to continue this story or not. Thanks so much!
Also, just wanted to make sure you know that although this story is about the whole CSI graveyard shift, there is a little Sara/Nick in this story, so if you don't like it, please don't read it.
PG-13 for sexuality and language
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CHAPTER 1 - Ugly Surprises
----------
"Mmmm…" Sara murmured softly as Nick nipped the edge of her earlobe. The sun poured through the two large windows in his bedroom. Even the thick, jade curtains couldn't block out all the sun rays. The bright sun shining while she and Nick slept, that was one of her biggest problems about working graveyard shift lately.
"You like that?" Nick asked in a husky voice that Sara barely recognized. Sara tried to refrain from smiling, but even her hardest will could prevent it when he began to slip his hands up the front of the small tank top she was wearing.
"I'm really tired," she reminded him. The six or seven times she had already told him seemed to be forgotten as he continued to explore her bare skin around her neck with his mouth. Sara rolled around onto her stomach on the soft sheets on his bed. "Stop, Nick. Come on, really. We've got to get to work early tonight and I don't want to show up extremely tired again. You know how upset Grissom was last time."
Nick couldn't help but grin against her hair at the memory. Oh yeah, Grissom had been furious, especially since he knew that Sara and Nick were finally together. Nick knew Grissom was intelligent, but when he had realized why they were so tired as soon as they had walked through the doors of the crime lab, Nick was impressed.
Nick finally gave up all attempts at it tonight, so he turned over onto his other side and closed his eyes, hoping work would stay as far away as possible.
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When Sara looked out the window as Nick steered the Tahoe into an empty parking space in front of the crime lab, she was surprised to spot quite a view of reporters crowded around the front door. Sara visually slumped into her seat, and Nick knew this attitude had to do with the fact that Sara hated the media almost as much as Grissom.
It wasn't that she was embarrassed by her image, or afraid of being live on television. Sara just didn't like to be crowded or pushed for answers to questions that didn't even relate to her work half the time.
The engine turned off and they both just sat in the SUV for a moment or two. Sara debated on whether or not she wanted to risk going through the front door and being mobbed by noisy reporters or trying her luck by sneaking around back. Besides, she reasoned, nine times out of ten when reporters came to the crime lab, which had only happened ten times, they wanted to talk to only one person on the team and that person was Grissom.
Sara opened the door and it was as if someone had blown a dog whistle and the reporters were the dogs. Sara didn't hear anything, but all of the sudden, the mob of reporters turned to face her and Nick and within the next minute, they stood hopeless in the middle of the crowd.
"What is your opinion of your job?" one noisy reporter asked, shoving a microphone into Sara's face. A camera pushed up behind the female reporter and the light coming from it was almost enough to blind her. Suddenly Sara was disappointed in herself for refusing to take that kickboxing class Nick had insisted they join together. What she would give to be able to kick all the reporters out of the way without looking as if she had lost her mind.
While the one female reporter worked on Sara, another busybody pushed his way through the crowd, not caring if his suit was getting wrinkled. If he got the scoop first, he would have more than enough money to pay for his dry cleaning for the rest of his life. Just the thought of that made him smile as he shoved his way up to Nick. Forcing the microphone too close for comfort, he blurted out before anyone could interrupt, "How does working for Gil Grissom affect your coworkers and yourself?"
Nick managed to slide he way around the front of the SUV. Finding Sara, he finally managed to find her fingers and he pulled her out, forming a path for her out of the reporters. Before the reporters could pull them back in, they made a mad dash to the crime lab. Ripping open the front door, Sara barely made it in before Nick slammed the door behind her and locked it, flashing his wonderful smile at all the reporters outside.
When they found their ways into the break room, they saw Grissom, Catherine, and Warrick already waiting for them. "What the hell is up with all the reporters outside?" Sara asked as Nick made he way over to the coffee machine, filling up two Styrofoam cups from them.
Warrick looked up from the newspaper column he was reading. "Reporters?" he asked dumbfounded. Sara realized that Catherine and Grissom were giving them the same look. Sighing, Sara began to explain what they had just gone through.