A/N: I am so sorry it took me a while to update. Everyone was so kind in writing reviews last chapter... all said it was a sweet fluff scene... which it was but... ah im not good at the romance part.
Chapter Eight: More Bad News
A week had passed since Nick and Sara had gotten home and nothing strange was going on. The two went into work and waited with Catherine and Warrick for Grissom to come in.
"I'm late again." He said, walking in. "Sorry. Nicky you have a break in at a house. Sara, you and Catherine have a DB at the Three Aces Motel, Warrick you got a DB again tonight down by the lake."
"What about you?" Sara asked.
"I got paperwork to do." Grissom replied passing everyone their folders, and then walked out.
"Well I guess we better get to work." Catherine said. The rest of them nodded and headed out to the parking lot.
"Hey Cath we'll take my truck tonight." Sara said, walking over to her Tahoe, which was conveniently parked next to Nick's. Speaking of Nick he pulled Sara to the side.
"Be careful." He said.
"Why would I need to be careful?" Sara asked, staring at Nick amused.
"Because suspects sometimes come back to the crime scenes." He replied, kissing her. "I'll be back in an hour tops."
"Ooh you're confident." Sara smirked.
"Yes I am." Nick said, smiling. "I'll see you later."
"Bye."
They went to their separate trucks and Nick drove away first. Sara sighed as she looked in the rearview mirror, watching Nick's Tahoe drive off.
"So... how's everything going?" Catherine asked.
"With what?"
"Your guys stalker." Catherine replied.
"Oh, Tara. Uh... she hasn't called and nothing weird has been happening. Maybe she's given up. Catherine I need you to be truly honest with me right now. Would you ever go behind me and Nick's back and spy for her on us?" Sara said.
"Are you insane? I would never, ever, ever do that to the two of you. If someone said they'd pay me a billion dollars I still wouldn't do it. You two are my best friends!" Catherine exclaimed.
(Nick's Case)
Nick drove up to a pretty big house, astounded. Who wouldn't want to rob these people? Well... Nick wouldn't but really who wouldn't want to? They were obviously very rich! Nick parked his Tahoe and got all his stuff out of the back, went up to the door and rang the doorbell. He heard barking and sighed. These people had a dog.
"Charlie, get away from that door!"
Finally the door opened revealing a young woman in her mid-twenties. The dog, a very tiny and scruffy looking dog, jumped onto Nick's chest and he caught him, staring amused at the dog.
"I'm so sorry. He does this with everyone. I'm surprised you caught him. Usually people just let him fall to the ground they are so shocked that he jumps that high they forget to catch him." The woman said, taking the dog from Nick.
"It's alright." Nick laughed, brushing himself off. "I'm Nick Stokes from the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I'm here for your break-in."
"Hi. I'm Stacy Williams and this little guy is Charlie." The woman said, watching Nick like a hawk.
"Nice to meet you. Can you show me where the break in is?" Nick asked.
"Yeah. Follow me." Stacy replied, walking towards the back of the house. "So... uh you're from the police?"
"No. I'm a crime scene investigator. CSI for short." Nick said, earning a laugh from Stacy.
"Oh." She said. "Well here's the back door. The screen was cut and my vase was broken."
"Ok. You didn't touch anything did you?" Nick asked.
"No. I know how you guys are about evidence. I've seen some of your work on the news." Stacy replied.
"Ms. Williams was any family members at home at the time this break-in happened?"
"No. It's just me and Charlie." Stacy said.
"So you live in this mansion by yourself and a tiny dog?" Nick asked. Stacy laughed again.
"Yeah. It was my parents' house but they moved. I'm moving into a condo soon. Putting the house up on the market." She said.
"Oh well good for you. Did you check to see if anything was stolen?" Nick asked.
"No." Stacy said.
"Do you have a boyfriend that possibly couldn't get into the house and went through this door?"
"Nope. I'm single. What about you?" Stacy replied.
"I'm married." Nick said, holding up his hand to show Stacy his wedding ring.
"Oh." She muttered. "I guess I should leave you to your work then."
"Yeah. You're going to have to leave the room. This is all evidence." Nick said. Stacy left the room and Nick shook his head.
(Sara and Catherine)
"Hey Brass." Catherine said, stepping out of the Tahoe.
"Hi. Hey Sara where's your other half?" Brass asked.
"Break-in." she smiled. "Who do we have tonight?"
"Dave Edwards." Brass replied. "Caucasian, early thirties."
Sara paled.
"Sara you ok?" Catherine asked.
"Y-Yeah. I'm fine." She stammered. "Are you sure he's dead?"
"Coroner pronounced it... 20 minutes ago." Brass said. Sara nodded and walked into the motel room, leaving Catherine and Brass to wonder in the parking lot.
"What's up with her?" Brass asked.
"I have no idea." Catherine replied, walking into the room as well. "Sara."
"I'm fine Cath." She muttered.
"Did you know him?"
"Cath..."
"Sara, if you don't want to do it, go back to the lab. I can do this myself." Catherine said.
"No... I'm fine. I'll dust for prints." Sara said, taking a deep breath.
"Well start by the window over there. Look's like someone broke in." Catherine said. Sara nodded and went over to the window. They were both quiet for a few minutes; both into their own work and when they heard footsteps they figured it was Brass. Sara heard Catherine scream and when she swerved around she was knocked out.
(Nick)
"Mr. Stokes, are you done yet?" Stacy asked.
"No. I'm sorry. Can you show me where you keep your important possessions are?" Nick replied.
"I suppose." Stacy sighed, walking towards a closed door. "This is my father's study. We keep everything in the safe."
She opened the door and Nick didn't see any safe. Stacy went over to a portrait, and removed it showing a safe.
"Very clever." Nick noted.
"Thank you." Stacy muttered, leaving the room after she opened the safe. Nick's phone started ringing and he picked it up.
"Stokes."
"Nicky its Grissom."
"Hey. What's up?"
"Are you done with that break-in?"
"Uh... not really."
"Well you need to get out of there. The sheriff's putting Ecklie on the case."
"Why?"
"Sara's gone missing."
Nick's phone dropped out of his hand.
A/N: OOOHHHHHH AM I MEAN OR WHAT?
