Sara was vaguely aware of the drone of power tools in the background and she wondered momentarily if she was dreaming. As she became more alert she also became aware of the fact that something was firmly wrapped around her waist. Panic surged through her for a moment until she realized where she was and then a smile stole across her face as she realized that she and Nick had fallen asleep on his couch watching TV. As the noise coming from the TV filtered into her mind she realized that an episode of 'Monster House' must be on and she let her eyes slowly open. It was at that point she felt Nick's arm tighten a little around her waist.

"She's awake." He had a grin on his face at the fact that they'd fallen asleep together after making out in front of the TV.

Sara let out a soft chuckle. "How long have you been watching me sleep?" She wasn't sure what he found so thrilling about her in an unconscious state.

Nick looked like a kid who had gotten his hand caught in a cookie jar and then he smirked at her. "A little while; I couldn't sleep with all that snoring."

Sara scoffed and propped herself up on his chest. "I don't snore." There was a little seed of doubt in her mind that maybe she did snore, but she wasn't going to let him off so easy.

Nick feigned innocence. "Who said it was you?" He let out a laugh as he watched Sara's eyebrow arch upwards in doubt. Nick cleared his throat. "Actually, I was a little distracted by this beautiful woman that fell asleep on me." This time Sara's cheeks flushed pink and Nick grinned at her.

Sara let out a yawn and then tried to change the subject. "How long have we been sleeping?" She knew that they really needed to get back to work and try and identify their victim so that the family would at least have some measure of closure no matter how long the processing of the rest of the evidence took.

"About four hours." Nick answered trailing his fingers along her back, smoothing out her shirt that matched her eyes so well.

Sara smiled at the sensation. She hoped that they weren't rushing things too quickly; to her it seemed that they'd spent far more time kissing than talking, but at the same time, they'd known each other for four and a half years, and it wasn't like they were strangers. She furrowed her brow. "Did we eat all of the pizza?"

Nick shook his head. "I'm pretty sure we saved at least some from my makeover earlier." He tried to dodge as she swatted at him and his eyes widened as he ended up slipping off of the couch and onto the floor with a thud.

Sara snorted as she laughed at the facial expressions on Nick's face. "Good move." She peered down at him over the edge of the couch.

In one swift move, Nick reached up and grabbed Sara's arm and pulled.

Sara let out a squeal as she tumbled off the couch and landed on Nick.

Nick let out an oomph as Sara's elbow jabbed him in the gut as she fell. "That probably wasn't a good idea." Nick quipped as he wrapped his arms around Sara and pulled her flush against him.

"Oh, I don't know." Sara had a mischievous look in her eye as she splayed her hands out across his chest and angled her face towards his. "I think we can make the best of it."

Nick let out a chuckle as he realized that her lips were just a fraction of an inch from his. He leaned up and captured her lips with his and they lay like that for a few minutes, making a leisurely exploration of each other's mouths. Caught up in the moment, Nick found his hands drifting down to Sara's denim clad butt.

Sara broke off the kiss and pulled her head away, nervously clearing her throat.

Nick froze, he didn't move his hands, but he didn't say anything either.

Sara pursed her lips together and looked down at Nick with a restrained smile. "We should probably get up." It wasn't that she wasn't enjoying herself, she was. In fact, she was probably enjoying herself too much and she knew if they kept this up all rational thought would fly right out the window and they might start taking steps that they weren't quite ready for. Not to mention the fact that they really did need to get to work.

"Ok." There was uncertainty all over Nick's face and he wondered if the trip his hands had taken southward had crossed a line and he'd just ruined what had seemed to be going so well.

Sara didn't move right away, she noticed the expression on Nick's face and felt like she needed to say something to reassure him. "We just need to get to work." She didn't want him thinking that she was putting the brakes on altogether.

Nick quirked an eyebrow at her. "I can't get up. Someone seems to be laying on me again."

She smirked at him. "Well, someone seems to have a firm grip on my butt."

Nick quickly moved his hands and looked at her a bit sheepishly. "Uh, I didn't offend you there did I?" He really wanted to make sure he hadn't done anything to make her uncomfortable.

Sara let out a soft chuckle. "No." She wasn't sure how to phrase what was on her mind. "I just thought we should stop before things got out of hand." She leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on his lips before extricating herself from the situation and standing up.

Nick sat up as Sara smoothed her clothes out. "So we're good then?" He just wanted to make doubly sure that he hadn't been out of line.

Sara had a sly smirk on her face. "Oh, we're very good."

Nick just grinned at her and as he stood up, his cell phone rang. He reached for it where it sat on the coffee table and quickly flipped it open. "Stokes." He glanced at Sara. "Hey, Jim."

Sara looked at him inquisitively, wondering what news Brass had regarding their case.

"Sure. No, we just took a break to get some sleep." He smiled at Sara. "No, I'll tell her. We'll meet you there. Thanks." As he ended the call he answered her silent question. "Brass got an ID on our vic."