Sara had gotten a few good hours of sleep in Nick's guest room and decided to get up even though the alarm clock she'd set hadn't gone off yet. She wanted to get an early start so that they could head back over to her apartment before the movers showed up. She was anxious to get on the road and put Las Vegas behind her.
After she'd showered and dressed she softly knocked on Nick's bedroom door. When she didn't get a response, she slowly opened the door and poked her head in, surprised that he was still sound asleep since it was now past the time they agreed they'd both get up. A smile flickered across her face as she noticed the way he lay on his stomach and hugged his pillow. She knew she couldn't stand there all day and stare at him, as tempting as she found that thought at the moment since he wasn't wearing a shirt. "Nick."
He began to stir and mumbled something unintelligible into his pillow that Sara could swear sounded something like 'five more minutes'.
"Nick, get up, we need to get going." Sara spoke a little louder and had to restrain a chuckle as she watched him open one eye and then close it again before rolling onto his back.
He stretched on his back for a moment before propping himself up on his elbows and looking at her. "What time is it?" His voice was a bit groggy and he had stubble on his chin.
She smirked. "Time to get up."
He rolled his eyes at her and flopped back onto the bed, letting out a yawn and running his fingers through his hair. "Ok."
She deadpanned. "I hardly call that getting up."
He let out a soft chuckle and closed his eyes again. "I'm getting up."
Sara rolled her eyes and glanced around the room. His taste was decidedly masculine and as she noticed his bedside table she smirked. "Did you even set your alarm clock?"
He lifted his head and opened his eyes, noting her smirk. "Yes."
She crossed her arms in front of herself and tilted her head slightly. "Then why didn't it go off?" Amusement danced across her face.
He looked at her a bit sheepishly. "I might have forgotten to wind it up." The fact that he hadn't used his alarm clock in over a year was something he chose not to mention, he had always managed to get to work on time, albeit just barely at times, and he had figured that he would wake up in plenty of time to get to Sara's and meet the movers.
She stepped closer to the bed. "You know, they have clocks now that actually plug into the wall and use electricity."
He furrowed his brow and pursed his lips at her implication. "Hey, I like my alarm clock."
She began to snicker. "Because you don't use it."
He feigned a protest and tried to stifle a smile. "Not all of us have an internal clock that's more accurate than a Swiss movement."
Sara raised a single eyebrow at him and grabbed the bottom of the covers on his bed and gave a good swift yank, pulling them off. Shock registered on her face for a moment as she realized that Nick was scrambling to cover himself up, having apparently slept commando. She turned around and there was a squeak in her voice. "Uh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize." She swallowed hard, not moving as she heard a rustling sound.
Nick let out a chuckle from behind her. "I'm decent now." He had pulled on a pair of boxers that he had fished out of his laundry hamper.
She turned around, her face varying shades of red. "I'm sorry."
He smirked at her with one eyebrow raised. "If I'd known you were going to come in here and pull the blankets off my bed to wake me up, I would have slept in something from the laundry. All the rest of my clean clothes were packed except for what I was going to wear today."
Sara tried to recover some of her composure. "So, you don't sleep like this all the time then?"
Nick was amused by the line of conversation considering that they were still standing near the foot of his bed. "Not all the time." An impish smile spread across his face. "Just when I have company."
Sara's eyebrows shot up and her mouth went slightly agape as she fumbled for something to say.
He chuckled. "I'm kidding, Sara. I just didn't have any other clean clothes since I haven't had time to do laundry since I got back from Dallas."
Sara looked at him awkwardly for a moment and then pursed her lips together to keep an embarrassed smile from taking over her face. She gestured towards the door. "I'll just go out there and make some coffee or something."
He grinned at her as she turned and walked out of his bedroom, closing the door behind her. As embarrassing as it was to have her expose him like that, her embarrassment far eclipsed his own. He wandered into the kitchen a short time later, freshly showered and fully clothed to find Sara sipping a cup of coffee.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "I really am sorry about that." Even now her cheeks tinged a little pink.
He smirked and walked over and grabbed a cup and poured himself some coffee. "Sara, it's not the worst thing that's ever happened." He glanced over and smiled at her. "Besides, it's not everyday that I can get a beautiful woman to blush."
She held her coffee cup up to her lips to hide the smile spreading across her face. "So, you're sure you want to drive with me to Seattle?"
He nodded setting the pot back in the coffee maker. "I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't." He smiled. "Look, I know you're concerned that Grissom is going to be pissed off at me for not telling him where I'm going, but he was already pissed that I wasn't back last night. A few more days isn't going to change that. I think he's just upset that you quit." He studied her for a few moments.
Sara rolled her eyes. "Somehow I doubt that. He's hardly noticed that I exist for the last year and a half and while I've moved on from my ridiculous romantic preoccupation with him, he seems intent on killing my career."
"I wish you weren't leaving." Nick's expression was tinged with sadness. "I'm going to miss you a lot."
She smiled at him, putting on a brave face as she felt tears threatening. "Hey, we are not saying goodbye until you get on that plane in Seattle."
He grinned. "Well, then we'd better get a move on before those movers get to your apartment."
Sara took the last sip of her coffee and smirked. "Do you have any travel mugs?"
He looked at her quizzically. "Yeah."
"Good, because if we don't take that coffee, it's going to be growing things by the time you get back." She gestured towards the coffee maker.
Nick let out a soft chuckle. "Good point."
They pulled out a couple of travel mugs and poured the rest of the coffee in them before washing out the used cups and the coffee pot.
A short time later, they stood in the middle of Sara's living room, watching as the movers began loading box after box into the moving van. Nick noticed the conflicted emotions on Sara's face and gently touched her arm, causing her to glance up at him. "Do you want to get on the road? Your apartment manager did say he'd take care of the cleanup."
Sara nodded, as sad smile on her face. "Next stop, Tamales Bay."
After she'd showered and dressed she softly knocked on Nick's bedroom door. When she didn't get a response, she slowly opened the door and poked her head in, surprised that he was still sound asleep since it was now past the time they agreed they'd both get up. A smile flickered across her face as she noticed the way he lay on his stomach and hugged his pillow. She knew she couldn't stand there all day and stare at him, as tempting as she found that thought at the moment since he wasn't wearing a shirt. "Nick."
He began to stir and mumbled something unintelligible into his pillow that Sara could swear sounded something like 'five more minutes'.
"Nick, get up, we need to get going." Sara spoke a little louder and had to restrain a chuckle as she watched him open one eye and then close it again before rolling onto his back.
He stretched on his back for a moment before propping himself up on his elbows and looking at her. "What time is it?" His voice was a bit groggy and he had stubble on his chin.
She smirked. "Time to get up."
He rolled his eyes at her and flopped back onto the bed, letting out a yawn and running his fingers through his hair. "Ok."
She deadpanned. "I hardly call that getting up."
He let out a soft chuckle and closed his eyes again. "I'm getting up."
Sara rolled her eyes and glanced around the room. His taste was decidedly masculine and as she noticed his bedside table she smirked. "Did you even set your alarm clock?"
He lifted his head and opened his eyes, noting her smirk. "Yes."
She crossed her arms in front of herself and tilted her head slightly. "Then why didn't it go off?" Amusement danced across her face.
He looked at her a bit sheepishly. "I might have forgotten to wind it up." The fact that he hadn't used his alarm clock in over a year was something he chose not to mention, he had always managed to get to work on time, albeit just barely at times, and he had figured that he would wake up in plenty of time to get to Sara's and meet the movers.
She stepped closer to the bed. "You know, they have clocks now that actually plug into the wall and use electricity."
He furrowed his brow and pursed his lips at her implication. "Hey, I like my alarm clock."
She began to snicker. "Because you don't use it."
He feigned a protest and tried to stifle a smile. "Not all of us have an internal clock that's more accurate than a Swiss movement."
Sara raised a single eyebrow at him and grabbed the bottom of the covers on his bed and gave a good swift yank, pulling them off. Shock registered on her face for a moment as she realized that Nick was scrambling to cover himself up, having apparently slept commando. She turned around and there was a squeak in her voice. "Uh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize." She swallowed hard, not moving as she heard a rustling sound.
Nick let out a chuckle from behind her. "I'm decent now." He had pulled on a pair of boxers that he had fished out of his laundry hamper.
She turned around, her face varying shades of red. "I'm sorry."
He smirked at her with one eyebrow raised. "If I'd known you were going to come in here and pull the blankets off my bed to wake me up, I would have slept in something from the laundry. All the rest of my clean clothes were packed except for what I was going to wear today."
Sara tried to recover some of her composure. "So, you don't sleep like this all the time then?"
Nick was amused by the line of conversation considering that they were still standing near the foot of his bed. "Not all the time." An impish smile spread across his face. "Just when I have company."
Sara's eyebrows shot up and her mouth went slightly agape as she fumbled for something to say.
He chuckled. "I'm kidding, Sara. I just didn't have any other clean clothes since I haven't had time to do laundry since I got back from Dallas."
Sara looked at him awkwardly for a moment and then pursed her lips together to keep an embarrassed smile from taking over her face. She gestured towards the door. "I'll just go out there and make some coffee or something."
He grinned at her as she turned and walked out of his bedroom, closing the door behind her. As embarrassing as it was to have her expose him like that, her embarrassment far eclipsed his own. He wandered into the kitchen a short time later, freshly showered and fully clothed to find Sara sipping a cup of coffee.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "I really am sorry about that." Even now her cheeks tinged a little pink.
He smirked and walked over and grabbed a cup and poured himself some coffee. "Sara, it's not the worst thing that's ever happened." He glanced over and smiled at her. "Besides, it's not everyday that I can get a beautiful woman to blush."
She held her coffee cup up to her lips to hide the smile spreading across her face. "So, you're sure you want to drive with me to Seattle?"
He nodded setting the pot back in the coffee maker. "I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't." He smiled. "Look, I know you're concerned that Grissom is going to be pissed off at me for not telling him where I'm going, but he was already pissed that I wasn't back last night. A few more days isn't going to change that. I think he's just upset that you quit." He studied her for a few moments.
Sara rolled her eyes. "Somehow I doubt that. He's hardly noticed that I exist for the last year and a half and while I've moved on from my ridiculous romantic preoccupation with him, he seems intent on killing my career."
"I wish you weren't leaving." Nick's expression was tinged with sadness. "I'm going to miss you a lot."
She smiled at him, putting on a brave face as she felt tears threatening. "Hey, we are not saying goodbye until you get on that plane in Seattle."
He grinned. "Well, then we'd better get a move on before those movers get to your apartment."
Sara took the last sip of her coffee and smirked. "Do you have any travel mugs?"
He looked at her quizzically. "Yeah."
"Good, because if we don't take that coffee, it's going to be growing things by the time you get back." She gestured towards the coffee maker.
Nick let out a soft chuckle. "Good point."
They pulled out a couple of travel mugs and poured the rest of the coffee in them before washing out the used cups and the coffee pot.
A short time later, they stood in the middle of Sara's living room, watching as the movers began loading box after box into the moving van. Nick noticed the conflicted emotions on Sara's face and gently touched her arm, causing her to glance up at him. "Do you want to get on the road? Your apartment manager did say he'd take care of the cleanup."
Sara nodded, as sad smile on her face. "Next stop, Tamales Bay."