Warrick quirked his eyebrow as he regarded Nick and Sara. "So I guess you don't want to join the rest of us for breakfast then?" As surprised as he looked, he really wasn't all that shocked that something had actually happened between them; he just found it amazing that one of them had actually gotten around to doing something about all of that flirting.
Sara gripped Nick's hand a little tighter and swallowed hard. "Uh, no." Her eyes widened at the expression on Grissom's face. He looked surprised, maybe even a little shocked, but he certainly didn't seem upset, at least visibly.
Nick felt his throat go dry and as he felt the pressure on his hand increase from Sara's grip, he felt as if he had a sudden burst of courage. "We have a date."
Grissom noted the nervous demeanor of his two young colleagues and despite a pang of regret that it seemed Sara was no longer available, he also felt some semblance of relief that the decision about whether he needed to do anything about his feelings had already been made for him. He glanced at Nick and as he regarded the young man a sort of half smirk tugged at his mouth. "A date?"
Nick's eyes widened and he swallowed hard before he squared his shoulders and answered. "Yes, Sara and I have a date for breakfast." He narrowed his gaze in challenge, puffing his chest out a little bit. "Do you have a problem with that?"
Sara felt her heart quicken slightly, hoping that this wasn't going to turn into some display of who had more testosterone.
Grissom raised a single eyebrow, and there was a vague hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Just one."
Nick felt panic surge through him and he was about to offer up a piece of his mind to Grissom about how whatever he and Sara did outside of the lab was none of his business, but he stopped when he saw Warrick trying to hold back a chuckle. He narrowed his eyes at his friend and then looked back at Grissom. "What?"
Grissom pointed to Nick's belt which was still sporting his gun and his ID badge. "Shift's over, Nicky."
Nick glanced down and only then did he realize just how distracted he'd become the instant he'd seen Sara; he'd forgotten to stow his gear and grab his jacket. He could only try and restrain the embarrassed smile that crept across his face. "Right."
Warrick chuckled at Nick's discomfort and then glanced over at Sara who had a faint hue of pink in her cheeks. He smiled at her. "You're sure you want to go out on a date with this yahoo?" There was a definite hint of good natured teasing in his voice.
"Yes." She felt Nick give her hand a squeeze. This wasn't exactly how she'd pictured announcing that she and Nick had decided to see each other, but there was nothing that she could do about it now.
Warrick glanced at Nick and smirked, but continued to address Sara. "Well maybe you should drive then. Nick seems to be a little distracted today."
"Hey, now." Nick retorted with a grin. Warrick could tease him all he wanted to, but nothing could change the fact that Sara was going on a date with him and he was still holding her hand.
"Warrick, I'll meet you in the parking lot. Find Greg on your way out." Grissom excused himself, as much to get a move on to the diner as well as remove himself from a somewhat uncomfortable situation. While he was mostly fine with Nick and Sara seeing each other, he still had feelings that he didn't know how to deal with and he didn't plan to torture himself by watching them interact in a romantic manner. He needed a little time to get used to the idea.
Warrick leveled a serious gaze at Nick and Sara. "Hey, you might want to fill Sanders in before he walks in and finds you two in a lip lock. I'm not sure his fragile ego could handle it."
Sara pursed her lips together and then cleared her throat. "We'll keep that in mind." She arched a brow Warrick's direction. "Shouldn't you be looking for him?"
Warrick responded dryly, offering a knowing wink their direction. "Right, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." He let out a chuckle, shaking his head in amusement as he turned and walked out of the locker room.
As he strode out of sight, Sara turned towards Nick with a smirk on her face. "I guess I should have let you kiss me earlier."
Nick looked at her a bit confused. "Huh?" He was still trying to process that by way of the kiss they'd shared a few short minutes ago that they'd pretty much announced to the entire lab that they were seeing each other.
Sara giggled. "We got caught anyway." She leaned up and kissed Nick softly, pulling away with a smile on her face. "Put your gun away so we can get out of here."
"Yes, ma'am." He chuckled softly and released her hand, stepping over to his locker to finish what he'd come in there to do in the first place. As he stood in front of his open locker stowing his gear he felt a pair of hands coming to rest on his shoulders and a smile stole across his face.
"So where are we going?" Sara had always known that Nick had a muscular physique, but as her hands rested on his shoulders, she was acutely aware of just how strong he was as she felt his muscles moving under her hands as he reached for his jacket.
Nick closed his locker and turned to face her, amusement dancing in his eyes. "I'm pretty sure that the diner is out."
Sara looked at him in momentary confusion, she had been enjoying being able to touch him without having to find a reasonable excuse. "Oh?"
Nick smirked, his arms crossed in front of his body. "Unless you really want to share our first date with Warrick, Greg, Grissom, and Catherine that is."
She shook her head and then stepped towards him, her hand tentatively coming to rest on his forearm. "No, I definitely don't want to share it with them."
Nick enveloped her hand in his and grinned. "Ok. I know this great little place that makes the most incredible French Toast."
Sara felt a grin spread across her face as she let him lead her towards the doorway. "Lead on, Mr. Stokes."