Now You See Me
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Author's Note:
Last chapter, everyone! I don't know whether or not I'm happy about it or not. I didn't get much feedback on this story, but I liked it anyways. But, alas, all stories must have an ending and it is that time for this story. Thanks to all my readers and all of you who took your time to review and tell me what you thought. I really appreciate it!
This chapter's got a little bit of everything for all my fans. I got a little Sara and Nick action, loads more funny stuff, and finally, what you've been waiting for, whatever happened to that tape with what the cameraman recorded of Sara and Nick against the SUV! So here we go for the last time!
PG-13 for sexuality and language
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CHAPTER 8 - CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
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FIVE MONTHS LATER
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"Nicky," Sara moaned against his mouth in pure pleasure as she tightened her grip on his shoulders. Just the sound of his nickname got him started all over again. He knew she was starting to loose her self-control with the situation as soon as she called him that, because she never did unless she was really into it.
His tongue was driving hers wild, first wrapping around it in her mouth and sucking on it painfully slow before pulling it into his mouth. Sara couldn't help but gasp when his hand started to travel up her back to that little space near her shoulder blade that drove her wild.
"God, Sara," was Nick's own moan when she wrapped her long, slender legs around his waist to be even closer to him. Her back arched completely off the bed at the sound of his husky moan and she desperately kissed him harder. She could feel the sweat already starting to slick her body and Nick didn't mind it one bit, it simply made his hand slide up and down her back easier.
"Please," Sara begged, not able to form the rest of a sentence against him mouth. Ripping his mouth away from hers, he began to kiss greedily down her neck and her chest to her stomach. He traced circles lazily with his fingers on her back before regretfully pulling his mouth away from her bare skin and pulling back up towards her mouth.
"God, I love you," he murmured against her soft hair, his hand pushing her body more tightly to his. Sara, gasping for air, just nodded. She let go of one of his shoulder to run her hand through his short hair. She grasped a handful of hair and pulled his head back to look her in the eyes. "Don't stop, Nicky," she whispered, "not now."
Nick couldn't help but chuckle. He loved the way she sounded so vulnerable while they were in bed together. He loved the way she begged and pleaded with him to touch her in certain spots and to finish what he started. He loved everything about her, he had begun to realize in the past few months. Ever since Grissom had finally gotten the director to force the TV crews out of the crime lab, things had gotten back to normal, meaning they began to work double shifts again. Finally, they had been able to get a night off together and Nick wasn't planning on wasting it.
"I know, Baby" he muttered, bringing himself out of his thoughts to start a fresh attack on her mouth. He playfully bit her bottom lip, bringing her to another delightful moan. Sara used her grip on his hair to force his mouth against hers harder. He drove her crazy sometimes with the way he liked to tease her before he got down to business. They hadn't been alone together in at least two weeks and Sara was desperate for him to hurry. They could always mess around later that night.
When Nick pulled away again for air, Sara inched her mouth closer to his ear. "You have no idea how much I want you right now," she murmured as she nibbled on his earlobe. Nick moaned and pressed her further into the mattress. Way to make a guy horny, he thought.
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"Don't you have anything tasty in here?" Nick asked, peering into Sara's refrigerator. On the top shelf with a half gallon of milk, a carton of orange juice, and a whole watermelon. On the second shelf were all the fruits; pre-sliced pineapple, strawberries, grapes, and one thing Nick wasn't quite sure of. Her vegetables were on the third shelf, the broccoli and corn husks. Nick couldn't find anything that looked remotely good, except for the wine bottle on the door.
Sara let out a light chuckle and looked over the back of the couch at Nick, who was still rummaging through her refrigerator. "Since when did you become a health junkie?" Nick asked, finally settled on pouring two glasses of wine.
Sara shrugged and turned back to the TV. Catherine had called while they were in the bedroom, doing what they did best, and left a message on Sara's machine, telling her to turn her TV to CBS at 9 o'clock PM. Sara didn't know why and she couldn't find her TV Guide to find out what was on. They still had ten minutes until the show started as Nick sat down on the couch next to her, handing her a wine glass filled to the rim with wine. "I thought you're supposed to get me drunk before sex, Nick, not after" Sara teased, taking a sip before leaning forward and setting it down on the coffee table.
Nick set his glass down next to hers and leaned back against the couch, "Well, I would have, except as soon as we got through that door, you pushed me into your bedroom to make desperate love to you," Nick reminded her, already getting worked up again.
"I'm not desperate for sex," Sara countered, turning sideways on the couch and letting her head rest on his lap while her feet stretched the length of the couch. "When Greg first learned we were dating, he pulled me to the side and told me if I ever got bored of you, he was available." Nick laughed at this and began running his hands slowly through her tangled hair.
"You know, I can actually see Greg doing that too," Nick commented, picking up his wine glass for another sip. Sara just sighed and curled her legs up under her butt and stared at his knees. "I understand why you like these boxers. They're really soft," Sara said to him softly while her cheek rested on the fabric.
"I also really like that shirt you're wearing and won't give back," Nick told her, running one hand down her side to reach the bottom button of his work shirt that was four sizes too big for Sara. He started to unbutton it expertly while Sara giggled. Nick was still surprised whenever he heard her giggle, since she never did at work. At her apartment and his house Sara often laughed and giggled, being completely happy and satisfied just being with Nick.
"Nicky," Sara gasped for air between giggle fits as he unbuttoned the third button and started to tickle her stomach. "Nicky, stop," Sara protested, her head and whole body jerking to try to get away from his offending fingers. Sara finally rolled over on her back, letting both arms free to try to grab his hand before he could tickle her anymore.
His grinning face turned from her stomach to look at her face, which was staring up at his. "So… do we really have to watch this thing now or can we go back to fooling around in bed?" Nick asked switching gazes from her lips to her perfectly flat and exposed belly. God how he wanted to just…
Sara grinned madly and let out a small laugh. "Catherine made it sound really important, so I'm going to have to go with the show or movie or whatever, at least for the time being. But don't worry," she added when Nick frowned, "we don't have to work tonight, remember? So we can always fool around later," she told him in the sexiest tone she had.
Nick just grunted and flicked the TV screen on and channel surfed until he reached CBS. The screen suddenly darkened after a shampoo commercial and Ted Weston appeared on the screen. "Now, it's the moment many of you have been waiting months for," he started in a low, booming voice. Sara rolled her eyes but continued to watch.
"The series premier of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation," Weston grinned madly at the screen, holding a microphone towards his face and waiting for the channel to switch to the show. Nick groaned, "All they could think of to call it was CSI: Crime Scene Investigation? Really!!"
Sara shrugged, "At least they didn't call it CSA: Crime Scene Analyst," Sara giggled at her own joke. "I mean, imagine the look on Grissom's face…" she trailed off at the show started and she sat bolt upright, screaming.
Nick, greatly puzzled, looked from the show's opening credits on the TV to Sara's horrified face. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked, confused.
"Did you SEE who they cast as me? I mean, did you see her HAIR? I DO NOT look even remotely like that!" she screeched, mortified while pointing towards the TV screen. "What are they going to say at the lab?" she asked frantically. "Catherine will never let me live this down, Nick!" she insisted.
Nick just smoothed her hair back out of her face and kissed her forehead, pulling her to rest on his chest, "Calm down, Sara. No one at the crime lab is even going to care about who they cast as you on the show. Besides, she doesn't look that bad and if you kindda tilt your head to the right, she looks like you."
Sara glared at him, pulling away from him, "Please don't tell me you just said I look like that whore!" The credits had ended and Nick missed who they had picked to play his role. Nick tried to comfort Sara, but he still didn't see what was so bad with the TV show Sara. He actually thought she looked sexy.
"Sara, don't make such a big deal out of this. Please," he added the last word as an afterthought. He pulled her back until she was sitting in his lap, one leg on either side of his and her ass sitting on his lap. She faced him, but she refused to look at him, turning her head to the right but away from the TV. Nick had to refrain himself from laughing, "Sara, come on. Do you know how ridiculous you sound? They probably couldn't get anyone to audition for any of the parts because it's a show about science. I mean, look at the guy they picked for Warrick."
Reluctantly, Sara turned her head around to look at the screen and saw a skinny African-American shinning a flashlight at a dead body. Sara sighed and turned back to face Nick, "I guess you're right," she finally admitted. "But just tell me that you don't think I look like her," she added, resting her hands on his bare chest and pushing herself further up his lap until her knees hit the back of the couch and she successfully had Nick pinned against the back of the couch. Not that he minded at all.
Nick ran his hand across her cheek before brushing back a few strands of stubborn hair. "You look nothing like that lady they picked to be you on that show," he muttered, looping his arms around her waist, resting his hands on either side of her hips. Sara smiled and brought her lips down to his, kissing him fully and happily.
Nick was just about to close his eyes to fully enjoy her kiss when he saw something on the TV that caused him to jerk away, almost unseating Sara. "No fucking way," he muttered with his eyes glued to the TV screen. Sara turned her head around and gasped. "I thought you got rid of that!" she screamed. Watching herself on TV as she pulled Nick's head closer to hers and he pinned her against the car. She even heard herself murmur "Nicky."
"Nicky!" she screamed from the couch, her head spinning around to look at him again. "You TOLD me that you had gotten rid of that tape!" Before she finished the sentence, her cellphone began to ring madly from the coffee table where she had sat it down earlier.
"I thought I had!" Nick insisted as he watched the Sara on TV say 'God, I've been waiting all shift for this'. "At least it's actually you on the show now," Nick told her and Sara slapped his arm painfully. "WHAT?" Nick asked, wondering what he had had done wrong this time as Sara climbed off of him and grabbed the cellphone. "Hello?" she answered it, sounding horrified.
"ARE YOU WATCHING THIS?" Warrick and Catherine both yelled from the other end of the phone. Even Nick heard them. Sara shot an evil look and Nick and nodded, although they couldn't see that. "Yeah, we're watching it," Sara admitted, watching her and Nick lip-locked on the television set. As she said that, Nick shut the TV off and groaned, running a hand through his hair and glancing nervously at Sara.
She talked on the phone for a few more minutes before hanging up and turning back to face Nick, who hadn't moved an inch. Sara picked up her wine glass off the table and quickly drained the rest of it off. She set the glass back on the table and sat back down on Nick's lap, facing him. She wasn't sitting down, but just standing on her knees, so that Nick's head was about level with her breasts, which he didn't mind at all.
Without a word, Sara took his face in both her hands and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him roughly. Nick gripped her hips and pulled them desperately towards him. "You're not mad at me?" Nick asked when she pulled away for air.
"I'll be mad at you tomorrow," Sara muttered, pushing her mouth back to his.
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Author's Note:
Last chapter, everyone! I don't know whether or not I'm happy about it or not. I didn't get much feedback on this story, but I liked it anyways. But, alas, all stories must have an ending and it is that time for this story. Thanks to all my readers and all of you who took your time to review and tell me what you thought. I really appreciate it!
This chapter's got a little bit of everything for all my fans. I got a little Sara and Nick action, loads more funny stuff, and finally, what you've been waiting for, whatever happened to that tape with what the cameraman recorded of Sara and Nick against the SUV! So here we go for the last time!
PG-13 for sexuality and language
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CHAPTER 8 - CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
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FIVE MONTHS LATER
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"Nicky," Sara moaned against his mouth in pure pleasure as she tightened her grip on his shoulders. Just the sound of his nickname got him started all over again. He knew she was starting to loose her self-control with the situation as soon as she called him that, because she never did unless she was really into it.
His tongue was driving hers wild, first wrapping around it in her mouth and sucking on it painfully slow before pulling it into his mouth. Sara couldn't help but gasp when his hand started to travel up her back to that little space near her shoulder blade that drove her wild.
"God, Sara," was Nick's own moan when she wrapped her long, slender legs around his waist to be even closer to him. Her back arched completely off the bed at the sound of his husky moan and she desperately kissed him harder. She could feel the sweat already starting to slick her body and Nick didn't mind it one bit, it simply made his hand slide up and down her back easier.
"Please," Sara begged, not able to form the rest of a sentence against him mouth. Ripping his mouth away from hers, he began to kiss greedily down her neck and her chest to her stomach. He traced circles lazily with his fingers on her back before regretfully pulling his mouth away from her bare skin and pulling back up towards her mouth.
"God, I love you," he murmured against her soft hair, his hand pushing her body more tightly to his. Sara, gasping for air, just nodded. She let go of one of his shoulder to run her hand through his short hair. She grasped a handful of hair and pulled his head back to look her in the eyes. "Don't stop, Nicky," she whispered, "not now."
Nick couldn't help but chuckle. He loved the way she sounded so vulnerable while they were in bed together. He loved the way she begged and pleaded with him to touch her in certain spots and to finish what he started. He loved everything about her, he had begun to realize in the past few months. Ever since Grissom had finally gotten the director to force the TV crews out of the crime lab, things had gotten back to normal, meaning they began to work double shifts again. Finally, they had been able to get a night off together and Nick wasn't planning on wasting it.
"I know, Baby" he muttered, bringing himself out of his thoughts to start a fresh attack on her mouth. He playfully bit her bottom lip, bringing her to another delightful moan. Sara used her grip on his hair to force his mouth against hers harder. He drove her crazy sometimes with the way he liked to tease her before he got down to business. They hadn't been alone together in at least two weeks and Sara was desperate for him to hurry. They could always mess around later that night.
When Nick pulled away again for air, Sara inched her mouth closer to his ear. "You have no idea how much I want you right now," she murmured as she nibbled on his earlobe. Nick moaned and pressed her further into the mattress. Way to make a guy horny, he thought.
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"Don't you have anything tasty in here?" Nick asked, peering into Sara's refrigerator. On the top shelf with a half gallon of milk, a carton of orange juice, and a whole watermelon. On the second shelf were all the fruits; pre-sliced pineapple, strawberries, grapes, and one thing Nick wasn't quite sure of. Her vegetables were on the third shelf, the broccoli and corn husks. Nick couldn't find anything that looked remotely good, except for the wine bottle on the door.
Sara let out a light chuckle and looked over the back of the couch at Nick, who was still rummaging through her refrigerator. "Since when did you become a health junkie?" Nick asked, finally settled on pouring two glasses of wine.
Sara shrugged and turned back to the TV. Catherine had called while they were in the bedroom, doing what they did best, and left a message on Sara's machine, telling her to turn her TV to CBS at 9 o'clock PM. Sara didn't know why and she couldn't find her TV Guide to find out what was on. They still had ten minutes until the show started as Nick sat down on the couch next to her, handing her a wine glass filled to the rim with wine. "I thought you're supposed to get me drunk before sex, Nick, not after" Sara teased, taking a sip before leaning forward and setting it down on the coffee table.
Nick set his glass down next to hers and leaned back against the couch, "Well, I would have, except as soon as we got through that door, you pushed me into your bedroom to make desperate love to you," Nick reminded her, already getting worked up again.
"I'm not desperate for sex," Sara countered, turning sideways on the couch and letting her head rest on his lap while her feet stretched the length of the couch. "When Greg first learned we were dating, he pulled me to the side and told me if I ever got bored of you, he was available." Nick laughed at this and began running his hands slowly through her tangled hair.
"You know, I can actually see Greg doing that too," Nick commented, picking up his wine glass for another sip. Sara just sighed and curled her legs up under her butt and stared at his knees. "I understand why you like these boxers. They're really soft," Sara said to him softly while her cheek rested on the fabric.
"I also really like that shirt you're wearing and won't give back," Nick told her, running one hand down her side to reach the bottom button of his work shirt that was four sizes too big for Sara. He started to unbutton it expertly while Sara giggled. Nick was still surprised whenever he heard her giggle, since she never did at work. At her apartment and his house Sara often laughed and giggled, being completely happy and satisfied just being with Nick.
"Nicky," Sara gasped for air between giggle fits as he unbuttoned the third button and started to tickle her stomach. "Nicky, stop," Sara protested, her head and whole body jerking to try to get away from his offending fingers. Sara finally rolled over on her back, letting both arms free to try to grab his hand before he could tickle her anymore.
His grinning face turned from her stomach to look at her face, which was staring up at his. "So… do we really have to watch this thing now or can we go back to fooling around in bed?" Nick asked switching gazes from her lips to her perfectly flat and exposed belly. God how he wanted to just…
Sara grinned madly and let out a small laugh. "Catherine made it sound really important, so I'm going to have to go with the show or movie or whatever, at least for the time being. But don't worry," she added when Nick frowned, "we don't have to work tonight, remember? So we can always fool around later," she told him in the sexiest tone she had.
Nick just grunted and flicked the TV screen on and channel surfed until he reached CBS. The screen suddenly darkened after a shampoo commercial and Ted Weston appeared on the screen. "Now, it's the moment many of you have been waiting months for," he started in a low, booming voice. Sara rolled her eyes but continued to watch.
"The series premier of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation," Weston grinned madly at the screen, holding a microphone towards his face and waiting for the channel to switch to the show. Nick groaned, "All they could think of to call it was CSI: Crime Scene Investigation? Really!!"
Sara shrugged, "At least they didn't call it CSA: Crime Scene Analyst," Sara giggled at her own joke. "I mean, imagine the look on Grissom's face…" she trailed off at the show started and she sat bolt upright, screaming.
Nick, greatly puzzled, looked from the show's opening credits on the TV to Sara's horrified face. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked, confused.
"Did you SEE who they cast as me? I mean, did you see her HAIR? I DO NOT look even remotely like that!" she screeched, mortified while pointing towards the TV screen. "What are they going to say at the lab?" she asked frantically. "Catherine will never let me live this down, Nick!" she insisted.
Nick just smoothed her hair back out of her face and kissed her forehead, pulling her to rest on his chest, "Calm down, Sara. No one at the crime lab is even going to care about who they cast as you on the show. Besides, she doesn't look that bad and if you kindda tilt your head to the right, she looks like you."
Sara glared at him, pulling away from him, "Please don't tell me you just said I look like that whore!" The credits had ended and Nick missed who they had picked to play his role. Nick tried to comfort Sara, but he still didn't see what was so bad with the TV show Sara. He actually thought she looked sexy.
"Sara, don't make such a big deal out of this. Please," he added the last word as an afterthought. He pulled her back until she was sitting in his lap, one leg on either side of his and her ass sitting on his lap. She faced him, but she refused to look at him, turning her head to the right but away from the TV. Nick had to refrain himself from laughing, "Sara, come on. Do you know how ridiculous you sound? They probably couldn't get anyone to audition for any of the parts because it's a show about science. I mean, look at the guy they picked for Warrick."
Reluctantly, Sara turned her head around to look at the screen and saw a skinny African-American shinning a flashlight at a dead body. Sara sighed and turned back to face Nick, "I guess you're right," she finally admitted. "But just tell me that you don't think I look like her," she added, resting her hands on his bare chest and pushing herself further up his lap until her knees hit the back of the couch and she successfully had Nick pinned against the back of the couch. Not that he minded at all.
Nick ran his hand across her cheek before brushing back a few strands of stubborn hair. "You look nothing like that lady they picked to be you on that show," he muttered, looping his arms around her waist, resting his hands on either side of her hips. Sara smiled and brought her lips down to his, kissing him fully and happily.
Nick was just about to close his eyes to fully enjoy her kiss when he saw something on the TV that caused him to jerk away, almost unseating Sara. "No fucking way," he muttered with his eyes glued to the TV screen. Sara turned her head around and gasped. "I thought you got rid of that!" she screamed. Watching herself on TV as she pulled Nick's head closer to hers and he pinned her against the car. She even heard herself murmur "Nicky."
"Nicky!" she screamed from the couch, her head spinning around to look at him again. "You TOLD me that you had gotten rid of that tape!" Before she finished the sentence, her cellphone began to ring madly from the coffee table where she had sat it down earlier.
"I thought I had!" Nick insisted as he watched the Sara on TV say 'God, I've been waiting all shift for this'. "At least it's actually you on the show now," Nick told her and Sara slapped his arm painfully. "WHAT?" Nick asked, wondering what he had had done wrong this time as Sara climbed off of him and grabbed the cellphone. "Hello?" she answered it, sounding horrified.
"ARE YOU WATCHING THIS?" Warrick and Catherine both yelled from the other end of the phone. Even Nick heard them. Sara shot an evil look and Nick and nodded, although they couldn't see that. "Yeah, we're watching it," Sara admitted, watching her and Nick lip-locked on the television set. As she said that, Nick shut the TV off and groaned, running a hand through his hair and glancing nervously at Sara.
She talked on the phone for a few more minutes before hanging up and turning back to face Nick, who hadn't moved an inch. Sara picked up her wine glass off the table and quickly drained the rest of it off. She set the glass back on the table and sat back down on Nick's lap, facing him. She wasn't sitting down, but just standing on her knees, so that Nick's head was about level with her breasts, which he didn't mind at all.
Without a word, Sara took his face in both her hands and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him roughly. Nick gripped her hips and pulled them desperately towards him. "You're not mad at me?" Nick asked when she pulled away for air.
"I'll be mad at you tomorrow," Sara muttered, pushing her mouth back to his.