The line up really didn't take very long at all. Sara took less than a second to identify the man who had called himself Brian, Warrick and Nick concurred. That was enough to press assault charges against him and hold him until they were able to compare the DNA sample they'd compelled against the samples from the unsolved rapes and the attempted murder that he was asuspect in.
As the trio headed out to the parking lot, Nick slung his arm unapologetically around Sara's shoulder, and as the pair slid into the backseat of Warrick's rig, Warrick chuckled to himself. He kept glancing back at the pair and surmised by their body language that Nick most likely wasn't going to be needing a ride home. And it wasn't as if they were making out back there either, the soft touches and the affectionate glances between Nick and Sara seemed to be much more intimate than any kiss. It appeared that four years of flirtation had sparked a fire sometime between when they had left the club and when he had appeared on Sara's doorstep.
Warrick pulled into the parking lot of Sara's apartment complex and glanced in the rearview mirror. "Nick, you want me to give you a lift home?" He was fairly certain that he already knew the answer.
Nick looked at Sara before he answered Warrick's question. "No, man, I think I'm gonna hang out with Sara for a while and then I'll just get a cab or something."
Warrick wanted to quip 'oh, so that's what they're calling it these days, or something', but he kept his retort to himself. "Ok, I'll see you guys later then."
"Thanks, Warrick." Sara reached forward and touched his shoulder, smiling as his hand covered hers for a brief moment.
"You need anything, Sara, just let me know." Warrick truly cared for her, they had gotten off to a rough start when she'd come to Vegas specifically to investigate him, but they'd forged a good friendship after the dust had settled.
"I will." She couldn't help but smile as she felt Nick's fingers lace with hers as they descended from the vehicle.
As Warrick drove off, they slowly made their way up the stairs to Sara's second floor apartment, pausing for a moment as she fumbled with the keys and then opened the door.
Sara noticed the beers that they'd never opened sitting on the counter and a smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as she gestured towards them. "We never got around to drinking those."
Nick smirked. "No we didn't."
Sara eyed him hungrily. "Are you thirsty?"
He shook his head and stepped towards her, tucking her hair behind her ear and caressing her cheek in the process. "Not really."
Sara's voice was breathy as she closed her eyes. "Me either."
And then Nick's lips were softly brushing against hers, testing the waters to see where she wanted to go with this.
Sara hungrily reciprocated the kiss, nibbling at his lower lip as her hands slid up his chest and around his neck. She felt Nick's arms slide around her waist and she flinched slightly as he skimmed over the bruises and he suddenly pulled back with his brow furrowed.
"I'm sorry." He wanted to kiss her senseless, but he also didn't want to hurt her.
A mischievous smile flitted across Sara's face as she leaned up and kissed him briefly, taking his hand in hers and leading him down the hallway towards her bedroom. She knew exactly what she wanted and she wasn't going to let any damn bruise get in her way.
Nick had a mixture of surprise and undisguised pleasure on his face at what Sara seemed to imply by her actions. He paused for a moment as he watched her kick off her shoes and crawl onto her bed, looking back at him with a grin. He kicked his own shoes off and crawled up next to her, satisfied to let her take the lead in wherever this was going to go.
She scooted close to him, her face a fraction of an inch from his. "Are you hungry?"
Nick rested his hand on her hip and looked at the mischief dancing in her eyes. "Yeah. You?"
She nodded, eyeing his lips. "Yeah." She leaned in and kissed him soundly, her fingers lightly trailing up his chest.
They began trading kisses, soft at first then slowly giving way to deeper more passionate ones, and as the intensity of the kisses increased so did the intensity of their touches. Nick's hand found it's way underneath Sara's shirt and he felt himself becoming excited at the realization that she wasn't wearing a bra. Sara found Nick's touch like a tiny piece of heaven and she wanted more, a lot more. She began tugging at the hem of his shirt, wanting to touch the muscular planes of his back.
It wasn't long before an array of discarded clothing decorated Sara's bedroom floor and she and Nick were doing a fine job of working their way to ecstatic bliss between the sheets. A short time later, they lay tangled together under the sweat soaked sheets trying to catch their breaths.
"Now I am thirsty." Sara murmured thinking that even the lukewarm beers sitting on her counter sounded good about now.
Nick let out a soft chuckle; he had to agree he was thirsty too. He hadn't had sex that good in a long time. He kissed her forehead and disentangled himself from her before pulling the sheet back. "I'll go get us something to drink." He flashed her a grin as he pulled himself out of bed, picking up his discarded boxers from the floor and pulling them on before heading into the kitchen to retrieve a couple of cold beers from the fridge.
As Nick padded back into Sara's bedroom, drinking in her lithe body underneath the sheet with his eyes and remembering how every little nuance of her skin felt against his he couldn't help but smile. He handed her an open bottle of beer as he crawled back onto the bed, reclining next to her and taking a sip of his own beer.
Sara smirked at Nick. "You're a little overdressed." She wasn't sure about him, but she was hoping for round two in whatever form that might take.
Nick winked at her. "Are you trying to seduce me?"
She smiled at him coyly. "I already did."
With that, Nick pounced on her, spilling beer all over the place in the process. After an extensive cleanup, they both fell asleep in each other's arms feeling rather satisfied.