AN: I don't own them. I'm excited to where this story is going! How about
a little review for everyone? Nick and Sara got together, then broke up,
and now they're making out at the Sheriff's party. (Days of Our Lives
anyone?) Clear? Alright. On to chapter 5.
Chapter Five: I miss you (Jesus, I always end up doing this, don't I? Credit for this one goes to the Rolling Stones for their song I Miss You. (Coincidentally, I actually wasn't thinking of that song when I came up with this chapter title. I just realized that this was a Rolling Stones song! Anyway, on with the story.)
Nick reacted instantly when Sara's lips touched his. It was like there was an electrical current that held the two of them together and they never wanted it to end. Nick pushed Sara forward lightly and than closed the door, flipping the lock. Sara got the message and pulled on Nick's tie as she continued to kiss him, directing him to the couch near the sheriff's desk. "Nick, I'm so sorry." She breathed, tugging Nick onto the couch with her.
"Sara, it doesn't matter." Nick started to loosen his tie.
As soon as Sara's shirt started to come off, her mind started working again. "Nick, no." She pushed his hand away.
"What?"
"The last time we did this, we didn't talk about what we were getting ourselves into. We ended p hurting each other. I can't do that to you again. You don't deserve to be hurt like that. Nick, I want to be with you, but if this relationship is going to be about more than sex, we have to talk. I don't mean to sound like a stereotypical girl, but I want to know everything about you. Sure I know how you like your coffee and what kind of pancakes you like to eat, but I don't know what makes you tick. Tell me what makes you Nick." She stared at him pleadingly.
"Alright. But, why don't we get out of here. We'll go back to my place and we'll talk there. We'll just talk – I promise."
Sara nodded. "Let me go tell Catherine and grab my coat." She exited the study and went in search of Catherine. "Hey, I'm gonna get going." She told Catherine, her face slightly flushed.
"Alright. I'll see you later." Catherine spotted Nick grabbing his own coat and Sara's from the valet. "I take it Nicky found you and you two worked things out?"
"We're just going to talk. Get back to being friends. Rebuild what we had before."
"Right Sara. Just remember, no glove no love."
"Very nice Cath." Sara retorted dryly. "Have fun and don't let Lindsey hear you and Warrick." And before Catherine had a chance to protest, Sara swept out of the mansion.
"Come in." Nick unlocked his front door. Sara had always like Nick's décor. It was very different from her soft wood apartment. Nick's house was painted with blue hues and had a lot of metal. Very streamlined and modern.
"So." Nick sat down next to Sara on his leather couch. "You wanted to talk."
"Yeah. Tell me about you. Tell me something I wouldn't expect."
"I don't date anymore. I didn't actually date from Kristy Hopkins to you.." He said seriously.
"Nick, I meant something real."
"No, it's true. I mean, I used to be a ladies man. But four years ago, I just didn't care anymore. I met you and all I cared about was you. I thought that Kristy was the real thing for a while. We really had a connection, but Kristy would never understand being a CSI like you would. I mean, I never considered the fact that she – well, I never thought about it. When she died, I was heartbroken. But there was always that nagging fear in the back of my head. I never would have been able to completely trust her and that's no way to build a relationship."
(A/N: For the record, I'm not Kristy-bashing. I was all for her and Nick hooking up and whatnot, but I think it's true that nobody would ever be completely comfortable in a relationship with a prostitute. Just wanted to clarify.)
"What is it that makes you just get more perfect every single time I see you." Sara shook her head in wonderment.
"Alright, your turn to tell me something."
Sara thought for a moment. "Every time I slept with Hank, I was thinking of you." She bit her lip, hoping Nick wouldn't be thoroughly disgusted.
"Really. You seemed really shaken up by Hank breaking up with you. I thought you were totally into him."
"Nobody likes being used, Nick."
"I understand that."
"You know, the other day I was thinking about all those times that you and I were flirting. I can't believe we didn't see it sooner." Sara shook her head. "Like in that case with Brass's daughter, you were teasing me. You have no idea how hard I was trying not to smile."
"You were smiling anyway." He grinned.
"Or that one case we worked on with the guy who murdered his wife. That one when I was in the tub? You were so obvious. It was ridiculous." Sara lowered her voice to imitate Nick. "I believe this was how the conversation went. 'Are you sure you don't want me to do this?' 'Are you kidding, I live for these things! And besides, I'm the same height and weight as Shelley.' 'You're a little taller...and skinnier.' And then you got all close to me and helped me into the bath tub. Then you stood in the door and you couldn't take your eyes off of me." Sara tossed him a triumphant glance.
"I guess not." Nick grinned. Sara leaned against him.
"You know Nick, it was always you. I felt something for Grissom, but he hurt me so much. I guess I never thought about it, but you were always the one for me."
"Really?"
"Yeah." Sara snuggled up against Nick. "You know what, Catherine made me buy this dress because she was convinced it would get your attention."
"It did."
"I'm glad." Sara had finally lost control. She lifted her head slightly and pushed her lips to Nick's to mimic the languorous and oh-so- famous upside-down kiss shared by Spiderman and MJ.
"Sara." Nick pulled away. "I thought you didn't want to sleep together. I thought you wanted to –"
"Screw that." Sara interrupted and turned over, pressing Nick down on the couch and covering his mouth with hers.
A/N: I also don't own Spiderman.
Chapter Five: I miss you (Jesus, I always end up doing this, don't I? Credit for this one goes to the Rolling Stones for their song I Miss You. (Coincidentally, I actually wasn't thinking of that song when I came up with this chapter title. I just realized that this was a Rolling Stones song! Anyway, on with the story.)
Nick reacted instantly when Sara's lips touched his. It was like there was an electrical current that held the two of them together and they never wanted it to end. Nick pushed Sara forward lightly and than closed the door, flipping the lock. Sara got the message and pulled on Nick's tie as she continued to kiss him, directing him to the couch near the sheriff's desk. "Nick, I'm so sorry." She breathed, tugging Nick onto the couch with her.
"Sara, it doesn't matter." Nick started to loosen his tie.
As soon as Sara's shirt started to come off, her mind started working again. "Nick, no." She pushed his hand away.
"What?"
"The last time we did this, we didn't talk about what we were getting ourselves into. We ended p hurting each other. I can't do that to you again. You don't deserve to be hurt like that. Nick, I want to be with you, but if this relationship is going to be about more than sex, we have to talk. I don't mean to sound like a stereotypical girl, but I want to know everything about you. Sure I know how you like your coffee and what kind of pancakes you like to eat, but I don't know what makes you tick. Tell me what makes you Nick." She stared at him pleadingly.
"Alright. But, why don't we get out of here. We'll go back to my place and we'll talk there. We'll just talk – I promise."
Sara nodded. "Let me go tell Catherine and grab my coat." She exited the study and went in search of Catherine. "Hey, I'm gonna get going." She told Catherine, her face slightly flushed.
"Alright. I'll see you later." Catherine spotted Nick grabbing his own coat and Sara's from the valet. "I take it Nicky found you and you two worked things out?"
"We're just going to talk. Get back to being friends. Rebuild what we had before."
"Right Sara. Just remember, no glove no love."
"Very nice Cath." Sara retorted dryly. "Have fun and don't let Lindsey hear you and Warrick." And before Catherine had a chance to protest, Sara swept out of the mansion.
"Come in." Nick unlocked his front door. Sara had always like Nick's décor. It was very different from her soft wood apartment. Nick's house was painted with blue hues and had a lot of metal. Very streamlined and modern.
"So." Nick sat down next to Sara on his leather couch. "You wanted to talk."
"Yeah. Tell me about you. Tell me something I wouldn't expect."
"I don't date anymore. I didn't actually date from Kristy Hopkins to you.." He said seriously.
"Nick, I meant something real."
"No, it's true. I mean, I used to be a ladies man. But four years ago, I just didn't care anymore. I met you and all I cared about was you. I thought that Kristy was the real thing for a while. We really had a connection, but Kristy would never understand being a CSI like you would. I mean, I never considered the fact that she – well, I never thought about it. When she died, I was heartbroken. But there was always that nagging fear in the back of my head. I never would have been able to completely trust her and that's no way to build a relationship."
(A/N: For the record, I'm not Kristy-bashing. I was all for her and Nick hooking up and whatnot, but I think it's true that nobody would ever be completely comfortable in a relationship with a prostitute. Just wanted to clarify.)
"What is it that makes you just get more perfect every single time I see you." Sara shook her head in wonderment.
"Alright, your turn to tell me something."
Sara thought for a moment. "Every time I slept with Hank, I was thinking of you." She bit her lip, hoping Nick wouldn't be thoroughly disgusted.
"Really. You seemed really shaken up by Hank breaking up with you. I thought you were totally into him."
"Nobody likes being used, Nick."
"I understand that."
"You know, the other day I was thinking about all those times that you and I were flirting. I can't believe we didn't see it sooner." Sara shook her head. "Like in that case with Brass's daughter, you were teasing me. You have no idea how hard I was trying not to smile."
"You were smiling anyway." He grinned.
"Or that one case we worked on with the guy who murdered his wife. That one when I was in the tub? You were so obvious. It was ridiculous." Sara lowered her voice to imitate Nick. "I believe this was how the conversation went. 'Are you sure you don't want me to do this?' 'Are you kidding, I live for these things! And besides, I'm the same height and weight as Shelley.' 'You're a little taller...and skinnier.' And then you got all close to me and helped me into the bath tub. Then you stood in the door and you couldn't take your eyes off of me." Sara tossed him a triumphant glance.
"I guess not." Nick grinned. Sara leaned against him.
"You know Nick, it was always you. I felt something for Grissom, but he hurt me so much. I guess I never thought about it, but you were always the one for me."
"Really?"
"Yeah." Sara snuggled up against Nick. "You know what, Catherine made me buy this dress because she was convinced it would get your attention."
"It did."
"I'm glad." Sara had finally lost control. She lifted her head slightly and pushed her lips to Nick's to mimic the languorous and oh-so- famous upside-down kiss shared by Spiderman and MJ.
"Sara." Nick pulled away. "I thought you didn't want to sleep together. I thought you wanted to –"
"Screw that." Sara interrupted and turned over, pressing Nick down on the couch and covering his mouth with hers.
A/N: I also don't own Spiderman.