Now You See Me
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Author's Note:
I'm here. Let's go. Chapter five. Whoop whoop!
PG-13 for sexuality and language
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CHAPTER 5- Caught In Action
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"No way!" Sara exclaimed, leaning further away from the back of the couch and closer to the chair in which Warrick was sitting in backwards, resting his hands on the back. Warrick nodded and Sara gasped, caught in a fit of giggles.
Nick was still a little confused and didn't understand why this situation would embarrass Grissom so much, but it was Grissom after all, Nick reasoned. Everything made Grissom embarrassed. He was going to ask Warrick about it, but just as he opened his mouth to speak Grissom came charging into the room, "Why are you all sitting around, doing nothing?" he snapped.
Sara seemed a little taken back, but Warrick and Nick just shrugged it off. Greg had walked in during Warrick's descriptions of the incident of Grissom's, so they just assumed Greg had told him. Sara picked up the empty coffee cup she had thrown on the floor earlier and went to throw it away. "We're waiting for Greg to finish with the blood samples and for trace to get our mystery substance identified," Nick explained calmly. Warrick didn't say a single word.
"Don't you think that you should be looking for any security camera footage that might help with your case?" Grissom snapped in a brisk voice. Something about the way his hair was sticking out all over the place made Warrick wonder silently if Grissom had finally had a burnout.
Nick sighed, not very interested, although he tried his best to pretend to be. Grissom was the boss, after all. "We checked before we left that little hell hole the manager calls a hotel. No security cameras in the whole place and no complaints of any arguing from any of the rooms. We'll need that blood sample back from Greg to see if the killer left a little of himself-"
"Or herself," Sara interrupted him to add. "Or herself behind," Nick finished, eyeing Sara as she sat back down next to him on the couch.
This irritated Grissom even more, "I want both of you back at that crime scene RIGHT NOW! You got it?" Grissom was on the verge of screaming, so Nick held his hands up in surrender. "Sure thing, boss. We'll be out of here before you can say 'Stuck in a hallway with a reporter.'" Nick pulled Sara to her feet and dragged her out of the room.
Grissom turned to face Warrick, "Did you tell everyone in the entire crime lab, Warrick, or only the people you've seen so far?" Grissom snapped again. Warrick wondered what had gotten into Grissom. He guessed Grissom didn't like to be the butt of everyone's jokes.
"Only the people I've seen," Warrick muttered under his breath as he followed Grissom out of the break room and into the hallway. Nick and Sara were still making their way slowly to the front doors.
"I want you back in an hour for a group discussion before you're off," Grissom yelled down the hallway after them. "And you're not working a double. No matter what!" To himself and Warrick, he added in an undertone, "As if they've found enough evidence to."
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"Nicky," Sara murmured as he pressed her back firmly against the driver's door of his Tahoe. Her arms instinctively went around his neck to pull his head even closer. "God, I've been waiting all shift for this. I thought I was going to go crazy when Grissom kept going on and on during the 'group discussion' …" Sara trailed off when Nick pressed his lips urgently against hers.
Sara moaned freely against his mouth. She couldn't even remember the last time they had actually had sex. It had been a while, with work overloading them and then Warrick coming over to watch taped sporting events. She wanted to pull away from him, just long enough for him to drive to his house.
Nick was feeling deprived as well. He and Sara had been together for nearly five months already and Nick felt they had fallen into a dry spell very early in their relationship. He didn't blame Sara or himself, but Grissom for overworking them. "I can't wait," Nick moaned in between kisses, "until we get back… to my place."
"You should have sent Warrick home instead of watching the hockey game," Sara insisted before pulling his lips back to hers. "I don't even remember you coming to bed," she informed him and he began to kiss down her neck and across her shoulder, the only skin left bare the little amounts covered by the straps of her tank top.
"You were asleep by the time we finished the game and the beers. I didn't want to wake you," he replied, finally pulling away from her neck to look at her eyes. He was about to add something to the end of the sentence when he caught a reflection in the driver's side mirror that didn't belong to him.
Turning around, Nick's heart sank as he saw a reporter standing frozen behind them next to a cameraman who was still filming. When Nick turned around, they immediately stopped filming, "You can't use that," Nick started as the reporter and his cameraman started to back away slowly. Sara sighed, chest still heaving from the lack of oxygen. So much for sex tonight, she thought to herself as Nick started to argue with Ted Weston.
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Short chapter, sorry about that. I just write what comes to me. Look for a new chapter up soon, I promise! Thanks to all my readers and reviewers for hanging in there with me!
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Author's Note:
I'm here. Let's go. Chapter five. Whoop whoop!
PG-13 for sexuality and language
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CHAPTER 5- Caught In Action
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"No way!" Sara exclaimed, leaning further away from the back of the couch and closer to the chair in which Warrick was sitting in backwards, resting his hands on the back. Warrick nodded and Sara gasped, caught in a fit of giggles.
Nick was still a little confused and didn't understand why this situation would embarrass Grissom so much, but it was Grissom after all, Nick reasoned. Everything made Grissom embarrassed. He was going to ask Warrick about it, but just as he opened his mouth to speak Grissom came charging into the room, "Why are you all sitting around, doing nothing?" he snapped.
Sara seemed a little taken back, but Warrick and Nick just shrugged it off. Greg had walked in during Warrick's descriptions of the incident of Grissom's, so they just assumed Greg had told him. Sara picked up the empty coffee cup she had thrown on the floor earlier and went to throw it away. "We're waiting for Greg to finish with the blood samples and for trace to get our mystery substance identified," Nick explained calmly. Warrick didn't say a single word.
"Don't you think that you should be looking for any security camera footage that might help with your case?" Grissom snapped in a brisk voice. Something about the way his hair was sticking out all over the place made Warrick wonder silently if Grissom had finally had a burnout.
Nick sighed, not very interested, although he tried his best to pretend to be. Grissom was the boss, after all. "We checked before we left that little hell hole the manager calls a hotel. No security cameras in the whole place and no complaints of any arguing from any of the rooms. We'll need that blood sample back from Greg to see if the killer left a little of himself-"
"Or herself," Sara interrupted him to add. "Or herself behind," Nick finished, eyeing Sara as she sat back down next to him on the couch.
This irritated Grissom even more, "I want both of you back at that crime scene RIGHT NOW! You got it?" Grissom was on the verge of screaming, so Nick held his hands up in surrender. "Sure thing, boss. We'll be out of here before you can say 'Stuck in a hallway with a reporter.'" Nick pulled Sara to her feet and dragged her out of the room.
Grissom turned to face Warrick, "Did you tell everyone in the entire crime lab, Warrick, or only the people you've seen so far?" Grissom snapped again. Warrick wondered what had gotten into Grissom. He guessed Grissom didn't like to be the butt of everyone's jokes.
"Only the people I've seen," Warrick muttered under his breath as he followed Grissom out of the break room and into the hallway. Nick and Sara were still making their way slowly to the front doors.
"I want you back in an hour for a group discussion before you're off," Grissom yelled down the hallway after them. "And you're not working a double. No matter what!" To himself and Warrick, he added in an undertone, "As if they've found enough evidence to."
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"Nicky," Sara murmured as he pressed her back firmly against the driver's door of his Tahoe. Her arms instinctively went around his neck to pull his head even closer. "God, I've been waiting all shift for this. I thought I was going to go crazy when Grissom kept going on and on during the 'group discussion' …" Sara trailed off when Nick pressed his lips urgently against hers.
Sara moaned freely against his mouth. She couldn't even remember the last time they had actually had sex. It had been a while, with work overloading them and then Warrick coming over to watch taped sporting events. She wanted to pull away from him, just long enough for him to drive to his house.
Nick was feeling deprived as well. He and Sara had been together for nearly five months already and Nick felt they had fallen into a dry spell very early in their relationship. He didn't blame Sara or himself, but Grissom for overworking them. "I can't wait," Nick moaned in between kisses, "until we get back… to my place."
"You should have sent Warrick home instead of watching the hockey game," Sara insisted before pulling his lips back to hers. "I don't even remember you coming to bed," she informed him and he began to kiss down her neck and across her shoulder, the only skin left bare the little amounts covered by the straps of her tank top.
"You were asleep by the time we finished the game and the beers. I didn't want to wake you," he replied, finally pulling away from her neck to look at her eyes. He was about to add something to the end of the sentence when he caught a reflection in the driver's side mirror that didn't belong to him.
Turning around, Nick's heart sank as he saw a reporter standing frozen behind them next to a cameraman who was still filming. When Nick turned around, they immediately stopped filming, "You can't use that," Nick started as the reporter and his cameraman started to back away slowly. Sara sighed, chest still heaving from the lack of oxygen. So much for sex tonight, she thought to herself as Nick started to argue with Ted Weston.
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Short chapter, sorry about that. I just write what comes to me. Look for a new chapter up soon, I promise! Thanks to all my readers and reviewers for hanging in there with me!