A/N: Continuing on with my story...I don't own them. But I would very much
like to meet George Eads. Also, the part where Sara and Nick break
up/aren't together will be very short. In fact, this is more of a ficlet
than a fic. Anyway, you'll get it eventually. On with the story. Oh, one
other thing. I lied. There will be no GS in this story. I figured out how
to work around that.
Chapter Two: Sara and Nick finally get together
Sara lazily stretched out, extending her legs as far as they would go and arching her back. Slowly she slid out of Nick's grip and padded down the hall to his kitchen. She filled up a glass of orange juice and chugged it down. She quickly refilled it.
"Jeez, don't drown yourself." Nick was right next to her.
Startled, Sara accidentally dumped the entire glass of o.j. down her front. "Thanks Nick, that was exactly how I wanted my day to start out." Sara said caustically.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." Nick looked apologetic. "If it would make you feel any better, I'll dump a glass of orange juice down my front."
"As fun as that would be to see, there's no reason for both of us to be sticky and gross." Sara scowled. "You're just lucky I've got another bra in my bag or you would be a dead man."
"Lucky for me."
"Yes, very lucky for you."
"Uh Sara." Nick tried to suppress a grin. "You've got orange juice on your nose." He grabbed a napkin from his counter and carefully wiped the little bit of orange juice off of Sara's nose. As Nick let his arm fall to his side, he realized his lips were a scant inch from Sara's. In an automatic reaction, Nick leaned forward to make contact and Sara closed her eyes. He ran his tongue along Sara's lips and she opened her mouth for him. There chests were pressed together, and Nick could feel Sara's chest heaving. It wasn't until Nick felt a wet dribble through his t-shirt that he pulled away. "I guess we were both going to get sticky and gross anyway." Nick laughed, indicating to his own shirt. "Why don't I throw this stuff in the washing machine and we'll go take a shower."
"I'd like that very much." Sara looked up at him flirtatiously.
--------------------- ONE WEEK LATER ---------------------
The sleeping pair were woken up by the shrill call of Nick's phone. He lifted the black cordless off of the base and hit the talk button.
"Mom? I was kind of asleep." He paused as his mother chided him on not visiting enough. "Mom, I'm coming out in a week." Nick closed his eyes. "Yes I'm bringing Sara, just like you asked. No, Melanie and Amy don't need to meet us at the airport." He sighed. "Alright mom. I'll see you in a week." He rolled over to face Sara.
"Sorry about that." He ran a fingertip over her bare stomach.
"Well, as long as we're awake, we might as well do something productive with our time."
"You're right. I'll get started on breakfast." Nick moved to get up.
"That's not exactly what I was thinking." Sara pulled him back to bed with a languorous kiss.
"Well I like how you think."
----------------------------------- ANOTHER WEEK LATER -----------------------------------
Sara and Nick stepped off of the plane. Even though Nick had told his mother that Amy and Melanie didn't need to meet them at the airport, the sisters had come anyway. Amy was toting her daughter, Lexi, while Melanie's sixteen year old, Madison, brooded in the front seat of Melanie's Grand Cherokee. "Maddie, Uncle Nick is here." Melanie opened the door to the SUV. Madison instantly brightened. "Uncle Nick!" She turned to face Sara with a smile that seemed to judge as well as welcome. "You must be Sara." Sara could tell that Madison was appraising her and decided to let her, figuring that Madison would come around. "So Maddie, what kind of trouble have you been getting into lately?" Nick asked from his place in the backseat. "Well, there's this really adorable guy on the varsity football team who asked me out a while ago." Sara could envision Madison as a cheerleader. She had long straight blonde hair, a tall willowy figure, and a thousand- watt smile. "Let me guess, Joshua Maverick?"
"How'd you know?" Madison grinned.
"I do visit sometimes Maddie." Nick winked.
"So Sara." Madison turned to Sara. "How'd you and Uncle Nick meet?"
"We work together." She answered.
"Are you a CSI too?"
"Yep."
"Well Uncle Nick, a lot of the girls at school will be sad to see you're taken."
Nick laughed. "Maddie, I think the girls at school are a little bit young for me."
"Hey, don't shoot the messenger. I'm just relaying what was said."
"Madison, stop pestering your uncle." Melanie smiled at her daughter.
------------------------- FOUR DAYS LATER -------------------------
"Sara." Nick whispered.
"What?" She murmured back.
"I have a question I've been wanting to ask you all week."
"Hmm?" Sara rolled over, a content smile on her face.
"Sara, I know we've only been going out for two weeks, but I think we should get married."
Sara sat bolt upright. "What?"
"I think we should get married."
"Nick, we don't even live together." Sara shook her head. "All we do is have sex. Don't get me wrong, it's great sex, but I don't think we're ready to get married."
Nick closed his eyes. "So you're saying no?"
"Yes Nick. It's too soon. I'm not ready to get married."
"I see." Nick rolled out of bed and grabbed his pillow. "I'll be on the couch if you need something."
"Nick..." Sara tried, but he was already out the door.
Sara headed to the airport first thing in the morning and caught the first plane home. She couldn't stand to see Nick. She cried the whole way home.
Nick sat in Melanie's guest room, staring at the wall.
"Uncle Nick?" Madison knocked softly.
"Yes Maddie?"
"Can I come in?"
"Sure." Nick continued to stare listlessly at the wall.
Madison entered nervously. "Uncle Nicky, why did Sara leave?"
"I don't want to talk about it." He shook his head.
"Are you sure?" Madison knew Nick needed to talk about it.
Nick never could refuse his oldest niece. "I asked her to marry me. She said no, that our relationship was still more about sex than marriage material."
Madison winced. As much as she wanted to grimace at the thought of her uncle and Sara doing it, she understood that he was feeling a lot of pain. "Why don't you go after her?"
"Because if she doesn't see us going anywhere, I can't just keep sleeping with her. Asking somebody to marry you changes stuff Mads." Nick smiled wryly. "And apparently I changed stuff for the worse."
"Oh. Well, dinner's ready if you want some." Madison slid off of Nick's bed and exited.
Chapter Two: Sara and Nick finally get together
Sara lazily stretched out, extending her legs as far as they would go and arching her back. Slowly she slid out of Nick's grip and padded down the hall to his kitchen. She filled up a glass of orange juice and chugged it down. She quickly refilled it.
"Jeez, don't drown yourself." Nick was right next to her.
Startled, Sara accidentally dumped the entire glass of o.j. down her front. "Thanks Nick, that was exactly how I wanted my day to start out." Sara said caustically.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." Nick looked apologetic. "If it would make you feel any better, I'll dump a glass of orange juice down my front."
"As fun as that would be to see, there's no reason for both of us to be sticky and gross." Sara scowled. "You're just lucky I've got another bra in my bag or you would be a dead man."
"Lucky for me."
"Yes, very lucky for you."
"Uh Sara." Nick tried to suppress a grin. "You've got orange juice on your nose." He grabbed a napkin from his counter and carefully wiped the little bit of orange juice off of Sara's nose. As Nick let his arm fall to his side, he realized his lips were a scant inch from Sara's. In an automatic reaction, Nick leaned forward to make contact and Sara closed her eyes. He ran his tongue along Sara's lips and she opened her mouth for him. There chests were pressed together, and Nick could feel Sara's chest heaving. It wasn't until Nick felt a wet dribble through his t-shirt that he pulled away. "I guess we were both going to get sticky and gross anyway." Nick laughed, indicating to his own shirt. "Why don't I throw this stuff in the washing machine and we'll go take a shower."
"I'd like that very much." Sara looked up at him flirtatiously.
--------------------- ONE WEEK LATER ---------------------
The sleeping pair were woken up by the shrill call of Nick's phone. He lifted the black cordless off of the base and hit the talk button.
"Mom? I was kind of asleep." He paused as his mother chided him on not visiting enough. "Mom, I'm coming out in a week." Nick closed his eyes. "Yes I'm bringing Sara, just like you asked. No, Melanie and Amy don't need to meet us at the airport." He sighed. "Alright mom. I'll see you in a week." He rolled over to face Sara.
"Sorry about that." He ran a fingertip over her bare stomach.
"Well, as long as we're awake, we might as well do something productive with our time."
"You're right. I'll get started on breakfast." Nick moved to get up.
"That's not exactly what I was thinking." Sara pulled him back to bed with a languorous kiss.
"Well I like how you think."
----------------------------------- ANOTHER WEEK LATER -----------------------------------
Sara and Nick stepped off of the plane. Even though Nick had told his mother that Amy and Melanie didn't need to meet them at the airport, the sisters had come anyway. Amy was toting her daughter, Lexi, while Melanie's sixteen year old, Madison, brooded in the front seat of Melanie's Grand Cherokee. "Maddie, Uncle Nick is here." Melanie opened the door to the SUV. Madison instantly brightened. "Uncle Nick!" She turned to face Sara with a smile that seemed to judge as well as welcome. "You must be Sara." Sara could tell that Madison was appraising her and decided to let her, figuring that Madison would come around. "So Maddie, what kind of trouble have you been getting into lately?" Nick asked from his place in the backseat. "Well, there's this really adorable guy on the varsity football team who asked me out a while ago." Sara could envision Madison as a cheerleader. She had long straight blonde hair, a tall willowy figure, and a thousand- watt smile. "Let me guess, Joshua Maverick?"
"How'd you know?" Madison grinned.
"I do visit sometimes Maddie." Nick winked.
"So Sara." Madison turned to Sara. "How'd you and Uncle Nick meet?"
"We work together." She answered.
"Are you a CSI too?"
"Yep."
"Well Uncle Nick, a lot of the girls at school will be sad to see you're taken."
Nick laughed. "Maddie, I think the girls at school are a little bit young for me."
"Hey, don't shoot the messenger. I'm just relaying what was said."
"Madison, stop pestering your uncle." Melanie smiled at her daughter.
------------------------- FOUR DAYS LATER -------------------------
"Sara." Nick whispered.
"What?" She murmured back.
"I have a question I've been wanting to ask you all week."
"Hmm?" Sara rolled over, a content smile on her face.
"Sara, I know we've only been going out for two weeks, but I think we should get married."
Sara sat bolt upright. "What?"
"I think we should get married."
"Nick, we don't even live together." Sara shook her head. "All we do is have sex. Don't get me wrong, it's great sex, but I don't think we're ready to get married."
Nick closed his eyes. "So you're saying no?"
"Yes Nick. It's too soon. I'm not ready to get married."
"I see." Nick rolled out of bed and grabbed his pillow. "I'll be on the couch if you need something."
"Nick..." Sara tried, but he was already out the door.
Sara headed to the airport first thing in the morning and caught the first plane home. She couldn't stand to see Nick. She cried the whole way home.
Nick sat in Melanie's guest room, staring at the wall.
"Uncle Nick?" Madison knocked softly.
"Yes Maddie?"
"Can I come in?"
"Sure." Nick continued to stare listlessly at the wall.
Madison entered nervously. "Uncle Nicky, why did Sara leave?"
"I don't want to talk about it." He shook his head.
"Are you sure?" Madison knew Nick needed to talk about it.
Nick never could refuse his oldest niece. "I asked her to marry me. She said no, that our relationship was still more about sex than marriage material."
Madison winced. As much as she wanted to grimace at the thought of her uncle and Sara doing it, she understood that he was feeling a lot of pain. "Why don't you go after her?"
"Because if she doesn't see us going anywhere, I can't just keep sleeping with her. Asking somebody to marry you changes stuff Mads." Nick smiled wryly. "And apparently I changed stuff for the worse."
"Oh. Well, dinner's ready if you want some." Madison slid off of Nick's bed and exited.