Three in a relationship
Nick
God, he loved her. Had always loved her, he knew that now. The day she showed up at his doorstep after an especially gruesome case he knew there was no one in the world he could love more. The evidence of tears still gracing her face, she asked him if he was alright. Not quite looking at him, but at a distant point behind him, she told him she had noticed this case had been hard on him. Truth be told it had been hard on everyone and that's why he tried to hide his own feelings, but she had noticed. The one everyone thought had no social skills was standing here on his doorstep asking him if he was alright. The caring look in her eyes made him spill his deepest feelings to her, including a confession of love.
He always thought this first confession would be hardest, but how wrong he was. The hard part only just started with that confession. They both had their issues to deal with and he was sure they would be able to deal with them as long as they were together, but it was so hard sometimes. Reassuring her he would never hurt her intentionally seemed to be a never ending activity.
He tried to ignore the longing looks his supervisor was sending his Sara. He tried harder to ignore the lack of her dismissal of these feelings their supervisor was still harboring for her. He knew she loved him, but he wondered if she still had feelings for Grissom. They had never gotten things out in the open and the fact she never even tried to make it really clear to him he should stop this behavior made him insecure. There was no room for his insecurity in this relationship as there was enough of hers.
He couldn't help himself when he noticed Grissom staring at her at the crime scene they were processing, he just had to touch her. To show Grissom she was his possession, but also to reassure himself. Standing up he pulled her close, inhaling her scent. It was as far he could go without causing her to pull back and at this moment he just couldn't deal with her rejection.
She had come a long way. At first she would pull back instantly when he would touch her at work. So different from how she was at home. At home she was funny, sweet, affectionate Sara. His Sara who would sit on his lap while watching TV. His Sara who claimed his side of the bed causing them to sleep on only one half of the bed, both being to stubborn to move to the other side, but also both loving the feel of the other pressed close to their own body. Slowly, ever so slowly she had started to bring a part of that Sara to work, a small part, but it was enough for him, at least for now.
Noticing Grissom was watching them, he realized he gave in to his ungrounded jealous feelings once again. If only he could get over those fears nagging in the back of his mind, he would truly have her. If only he could manage to do that they would only be together in this relationship.