There was an edge of panic in Sara's voice. "Don't you think we should stop and get Greg a card or something?"
Nick reached over and took her hand and gave it a quick squeeze before turning his attention back to driving. He was quickly threading his Denali through the morning traffic on the way to Desert Palm Hospital. "I'm sure he's going to be fine, babe."
She let out a groan. "I feel so guilty."
Nick chuckled in amusement. "Sara, we're married. Why should you feel guilty?"
She shot a glare his direction from the passenger seat. "If he hadn't caught us in there this would have never happened."
Nick raised an eyebrow. "Since when are you against a little love in the morning?" His mind quickly pulled several examples from his memory in case he needed to defend his position.
She smirked. "I'm not. The location, however, was probably not the best choice."
"Well I'm sorry I suggested it. It just never occurred to me that anyone would need to look in there at that time of day." Nick lamely defended.
She looked at him doubtfully. "I think the sound effects were what drew his attention, honey."
He looked a little put out. "You always like it when I do that." His brow furrowed dejectedly.
She cleared her throat to keep from laughing. "I do, it's just if we ever attempt that at work again, we might want to keep things a little quieter."
A mischievous and hopeful smile formed on his lips. "So you'd be open to trying that at work again?"
Sara put on her best stern expression, her smile giving her away. "Nick, let's worry about Greg. We can worry about the rest of this when we get home."
Nick let out a chuckle. "I'm sure he's fine." He glanced over at Sara. "Did you see the look on Hank's face?" Nick seemed to puff his chest out a little further. Hank Pedigrew had been one of the paramedics who had responded to the 9-1-1 call to treat Greg. He had taken one look at the disheveled appearances of Nick and Sara and put two and two together.
Sara rolled her eyes. "Hank is a prick. I don't really care what his face looked like."
Nick chuckled; Sara might not care, but he had take a great deal of satisfaction from the shocked expression on Hank's face, especially when Nick had corrected him on Sara's last name. The color had drained out of Hank's face to the point that Nick was almost certain that he was going to need treatment.
Sara raised her eyebrows at Nick. "Baby, sometimes you act like a gorilla."
He grinned as he turned into the hospital parking lot. "But I'm your gorilla." He pulled the SUV into a parking spot near the ER and turned off the ignition.
Sara let out a worried sigh and turned towards Nick. "I hope he doesn't have heart failure when we finally get a chance to tell him that we're married."
Nick leaned in and kissed her softly. "I'm sure as long as he's sitting down, or laying down, that he'll be fine."
They descended from the vehicle and made their way into the ER hand in hand, noticing the other CSIs already sitting in the waiting area. Nick glanced at Grissom as he and Sara sat down in adjoining seats. "Any news?"
"We're still waiting." Grissom informed them.
"You know, you could have made sure he was sitting down before you broke the news to him." Warrick quipped, still in disbelief that Nick and Sara were actually married.
"Or locked the door." Catherine raised an eyebrow. She had seen Greg pass out, hitting his head on the doorframe on the way down and went to help. When she glanced up and noticed that Nick and Sara were furiously trying to pull themselves together, the pieces slid together with crystal clarity. Earlier in the shift Warrick had filled her in on their news.
Shock registered on Grissom's face. "Door?" He narrowed his gaze at Nick and Sara. "Care to explain?"
"Not really." Nick replied quickly under his breath.
Sara elbowed him in the ribs. "Your idea, you explain." She shot him a meaningful glare.
Nick swallowed hard and looked up at Grissom. "I, uh, we."
Sara elbowed him again.
Nick tried to look sheepish. "I was in the middle of changing my shirt and Sara came into the locker room and things kind of got out of hand." He winced slightly anticipating Grissom's response.
Catherine let out a deep throaty chuckle. "Leaving a little bit out, aren't we?"
Nick glared at her. "Thanks, Cath."
Sara felt her cheeks flushing and cleared her throat, glancing over at Warrick. "I think I'll go see if I can find something out about how Greg is." She moved to stand, but Nick took her hand and pulled her back down next to him.
"We're in this together." Nick smirked.
Just then the doctor approached them. "Are you all here for Gregory Sanders?"
"Yes." Grissom began.
A worried Sara interrupted. "Is he ok?"
The doctor smiled. "He's got a nasty bump on his head and a bit of a concussion, but he should be just fine. We're going to keep him overnight for observation just as a precaution since he lost consciousness for a short time."
"Thank you." Grissom remarked, glancing at Nick and Sara with a look that indicated that their conversation was not over.
"As soon as they move him up to a room, you should be able to see him." The doctor gestured towards the nurses' station. "Someone over there can tell you what room they set him up in." With that he turned and headed back in the direction he'd come from.
Sara let out a soft groan. "I feel so bad, and we haven't even told him that we're married yet."
"Honey, who knew that he'd pass out?" Nick placed a reassuring hand on her back.
Catherine laughed. "He doesn't know yet?"
"Well then you'd better be sure to tell him while he's still in the hospital." Warrick teased.
Grissom cleared his throat and looked at Nick and Sara with an expression that was decidedly paternal. "Maybe this is a good time to clarify that I expect you two to keep your relationship outside of the lab. At least the extracurricular aspects of it."