Now You See Me
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Author's Note:
Chapter six. I'm hoping to be wrapping this fan-fic up soon, even though I'm not quite sure what I want for an ending yet. I'm in the process of also writing a Without A Trace fan-fic and I hope to get a start on my first Harry Potter and first X-Men fan-fics soon, so I'm kindda in a hurry to wrap this sucker up. I apologize if things start to seem a little rushed, I'm trying my best.
All comments are welcome, good and bad. I appreciate them all.
PG-13 for sexuality and language
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CHAPTER 6 - Higher Powers
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When Sara walked into the break room the next night, she immediately scanned the room for Nick, but he wasn't in there. He hadn't been in the locker room, the trace lab, or the DNA lab either. Sara was wondering if he had already left for their crime scene without her, which made her pissed, or if he was late for work, which also made her pissed. She had been pissed ever since the night before when that damn reporter had caught on tape Sara and Nick being just a little too friendly by his SUV.
Sara had been disappointed to go home alone to her empty apartment and hadn't sleep well. Everyone in the crime lab was tired of the reporters by now. During their meeting the night before, Grissom had discussed the situation with them. Ever since his incident, he had been in a foul mood and no one blamed him, although no one really wanted to be around him for more than a minute either.
Warrick and Catherine had both suggested that Grissom should complain to his supervisors, since they had the powers to cancel the deal with the television network, but Grissom had rejected their idea, saying that the supervisors wanted the money and publicity and they were the ones who had allowed this whole situation to start in the first place. Nick had the suggestion of trying to get the network to follow the day shift instead. They all would love to see that. Ecklie and his crew would have to deal with them instead of Grissom and his team. No one loved Nick's idea more than Grissom, but he doubted that the supervisors would agree to that either. "Ecklie's got everyone in the department wrapped around his dirty little fingers. No chance there."
So they had all left the lab, feeling helpless and put down. When Sara went to the coffee machine and saw Warrick sitting at the table where they had discussed ideas the night before, she could tell he still looked disappointed. "Number two crime lab in the nation and we can't even figure out how to get rid of two pesky reporters. That can't look good for us," he had muttered when he walked out of the room last night. Sara had smiled at the time, but now she started to think that he was right. There was a simple solution, she thought to herself, but they just couldn't figure it out to save their lives.
The break room door opened and Sara was relieved to see Nick walking towards her. True, he didn't look too happy, but at least he was here now. At least Sara was relieved until Nick got a hold on her arm and dragged her out of the break room and into the locker room. He shut the door as Sara looked at him, bewilderment clouding her facial features. "What's going on?" she asked slowly.
Nick didn't say a word, he just pulled Sara into his arms and brought his mouth down upon hers. Sara pulled away immediately, puzzled, "Nicky," she almost whispered, "what's gotten into you? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, as if his behavior was everyday behavior he had. Like he hadn't just, out of nowhere, kissed her. Normally, that wouldn't have bothered Sara one bit, but with everything else that had been going on recently, she wasn't sure what to expect anymore and she didn't want any new surprises.
"Are you sure?" she asked hesitantly. She wanted to say something to comfort him with whatever was bothering him, but she just couldn't find a way to, not with reporters and cameramen following her around everywhere now. So, showing him a weak smile of encouragement, Sara gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then pulled him out of the locker room towards the break room. "Grissom will have a fit if we aren't there when he starts to hand out assignments. And I'm not in the mood to listen to him complain anymore."
Nick didn't say a word, just followed silently behind her. Something is wrong with him, Sara thought to herself, whether he wants to admit it or not. He's got something on his mind, something big, and he doesn't want to tell me. Sara sighed and opened the break room doors, holding it open until they both slipped in through the doorway.
What surprised Sara wasn't the fact that there were two reporters in the break room, two reporters that weren't allowed in it. What surprised Sara was that Nick actually said something about it. Or at least Sara thought he had said it about the reporters. When Nick whispered, "Look," near her ear, Sara immediately looked at the reporters. But that wasn't who he was looking at. Nick was looking at the table in the middle of the break room, where Grissom was sitting, in deep conversation with someone Sara hadn't met, but still knew. That someone was the director of the crime lab.
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Author's Note:
Chapter six. I'm hoping to be wrapping this fan-fic up soon, even though I'm not quite sure what I want for an ending yet. I'm in the process of also writing a Without A Trace fan-fic and I hope to get a start on my first Harry Potter and first X-Men fan-fics soon, so I'm kindda in a hurry to wrap this sucker up. I apologize if things start to seem a little rushed, I'm trying my best.
All comments are welcome, good and bad. I appreciate them all.
PG-13 for sexuality and language
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CHAPTER 6 - Higher Powers
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When Sara walked into the break room the next night, she immediately scanned the room for Nick, but he wasn't in there. He hadn't been in the locker room, the trace lab, or the DNA lab either. Sara was wondering if he had already left for their crime scene without her, which made her pissed, or if he was late for work, which also made her pissed. She had been pissed ever since the night before when that damn reporter had caught on tape Sara and Nick being just a little too friendly by his SUV.
Sara had been disappointed to go home alone to her empty apartment and hadn't sleep well. Everyone in the crime lab was tired of the reporters by now. During their meeting the night before, Grissom had discussed the situation with them. Ever since his incident, he had been in a foul mood and no one blamed him, although no one really wanted to be around him for more than a minute either.
Warrick and Catherine had both suggested that Grissom should complain to his supervisors, since they had the powers to cancel the deal with the television network, but Grissom had rejected their idea, saying that the supervisors wanted the money and publicity and they were the ones who had allowed this whole situation to start in the first place. Nick had the suggestion of trying to get the network to follow the day shift instead. They all would love to see that. Ecklie and his crew would have to deal with them instead of Grissom and his team. No one loved Nick's idea more than Grissom, but he doubted that the supervisors would agree to that either. "Ecklie's got everyone in the department wrapped around his dirty little fingers. No chance there."
So they had all left the lab, feeling helpless and put down. When Sara went to the coffee machine and saw Warrick sitting at the table where they had discussed ideas the night before, she could tell he still looked disappointed. "Number two crime lab in the nation and we can't even figure out how to get rid of two pesky reporters. That can't look good for us," he had muttered when he walked out of the room last night. Sara had smiled at the time, but now she started to think that he was right. There was a simple solution, she thought to herself, but they just couldn't figure it out to save their lives.
The break room door opened and Sara was relieved to see Nick walking towards her. True, he didn't look too happy, but at least he was here now. At least Sara was relieved until Nick got a hold on her arm and dragged her out of the break room and into the locker room. He shut the door as Sara looked at him, bewilderment clouding her facial features. "What's going on?" she asked slowly.
Nick didn't say a word, he just pulled Sara into his arms and brought his mouth down upon hers. Sara pulled away immediately, puzzled, "Nicky," she almost whispered, "what's gotten into you? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, as if his behavior was everyday behavior he had. Like he hadn't just, out of nowhere, kissed her. Normally, that wouldn't have bothered Sara one bit, but with everything else that had been going on recently, she wasn't sure what to expect anymore and she didn't want any new surprises.
"Are you sure?" she asked hesitantly. She wanted to say something to comfort him with whatever was bothering him, but she just couldn't find a way to, not with reporters and cameramen following her around everywhere now. So, showing him a weak smile of encouragement, Sara gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then pulled him out of the locker room towards the break room. "Grissom will have a fit if we aren't there when he starts to hand out assignments. And I'm not in the mood to listen to him complain anymore."
Nick didn't say a word, just followed silently behind her. Something is wrong with him, Sara thought to herself, whether he wants to admit it or not. He's got something on his mind, something big, and he doesn't want to tell me. Sara sighed and opened the break room doors, holding it open until they both slipped in through the doorway.
What surprised Sara wasn't the fact that there were two reporters in the break room, two reporters that weren't allowed in it. What surprised Sara was that Nick actually said something about it. Or at least Sara thought he had said it about the reporters. When Nick whispered, "Look," near her ear, Sara immediately looked at the reporters. But that wasn't who he was looking at. Nick was looking at the table in the middle of the break room, where Grissom was sitting, in deep conversation with someone Sara hadn't met, but still knew. That someone was the director of the crime lab.