A/N: sorry for the lack of updates. I have been busy with school and my horses (finally I can ride my pony Lady again. Yeah!) Well, only a few more chapters to go (I'm thinking 3 or 4) well, please review!
--Emily—
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Well, except for the characters you don't recognize, those are mine.
Brass met the CSI's at Galaxy farms, armed with a search warrant for the tack trunks and tack room of the barn.
"Hello. What can I do for you?" Asked Jana as she saw the rather large group coming into the office.
"We have a warrant to search the trunks and tack room. We need you and everyone else to come with me and wait outside." The woman nodded mutely and got out of the seat. She walked with Brass to the aisle.
"Everyone please clear the area. We have a warrant." Announced Brass. A murmur of voices echoed through the aisle as the riders quickly worked on getting their horses put up. Sara noticed the blond girl Emily she had seen before staying put in the wash racks, still hosing down her gelding.
"Excuse me, miss, can you please put up your horse?" The teen looked up at her. Pushing a strand of her sweaty hair that had escaped from her ponytail, she frowned.
"Can't I finish with my horse?"
"Emily, take him down to the little barn." Jana interrupted. She rolled her eyes but obediently turned of the hose and attached the horses' lead rope.
"Come on Pita." she whispered to the horse, which just nudged her shoulder, drawing a smile from her. Sara couldn't help but grin slightly at the interaction between a girl and her horse.
"Sara?" She looked up at Nick's voice.
"Sorry." He chuckled.
"Well, we have a lot of trunks to got through. Care to help?" She smiled at him as she headed back into the barn.
"Sara, Nick, you take this end. Catherine, Warrick, you take the other end. I'll take the tack room." Grissom instructed. No one questioned these instructions as they each went to their tasks. Nick Grimaced as he opened the first trunk.
"Oh God. How much crap can one girl stuff in a trunk?" he wondered as he looked into the wooden trunk. Sara walked over and frowned.
"Wow."
"You can say that again." he grumbled. He reached a tentative hand into the messy space and began the tedious task of shifting through it. Sara shook her head as she went back to the much neater trunk across the aisle. The victim's trunk had actually been across the aisle, but it had already been processed.
"Sara. I'm scared." She turned and raised an eyebrow. She laughed when she saw what Nick held up. It was a pair of children's underwear. Scattered in front of the trunk were various objects. Crops, chaps, helmets, boots, and other objects, which were unfamiliar to Sara.
"How the hell did underwear wind up in her trunk?" He asked out loud. Sara shrugged.
"Find anything else in there?" He shook his head.
"No, though I wouldn't be at all surprised if this thing ate more. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if some small child falls in someday and never comes out!" He exclaimed. Sara rolled her eyes.
"What about a hoof pick?" Nick nodded and rummaged through the junk. Locating the item, he picked it up and sprayed it with luminal. Nothing.
Twenty minutes later, nothing had turned up. Suddenly, a wide grin spread across Nicks face.
"I've got something!" He announced, holding up a hoof pick, the luminal clearly showing blood.
"Bag it and keep looking." Grissom said, poking his head out from the tack room.
"Hey, I think I have something." Warrick called out.
"Another hoof pick?" Said Nick, looking at what Warrick held up. He shrugged.
Forty-five minutes later, all the tack trunks had been thoroughly searched through. Grissom however was still occupied in the tack room. The group had grown impatient after searching through the many trunks, most of which were extremely mess, though none quite as bad as the first on Nick had looked at. Suddenly, Grissom emerged from the tack room, a smile playing on his lips.
"What did you find?" asked Catherine, recognizing the smile. Grissom held up a horseshoe.
"Where did you find it?" wondered Nick.
"Hidden between the saddle pads." He replied.
"Well, lets just hope that our killer left some prints." Everyone had to agree with Warrick. Grissom looked the team over.
"Lets head back to the lab and get this evidence in. Then why don't you guys go get some rest."
"Ok." They eagerly agreed. Catherine and Warrick looked at each other knowingly as they noticed Nick and Sara grinning widely at each other.
Back at the lab, Nick was all too happy to get the evidence logged in and give the Hoof picks to Greg for comparison. When he got into the locker room, he was relieved to find that only Sara was there. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"You want to come over?" he whispered in her ear, causing a shiver to run down her spine.
"Nick, we need to sleep."
"What about just for breakfast?" She turned around and kissed him gently on the lips.
"Alright. Just for breakfast. I'll be over in thirty minutes." She kissed him once more before heading to the shower. Nick couldn't get home fast enough.
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Exactly thirty minutes later, Sara arrived at Nicks house. He opened the door and ushered her in almost immediately.
"So, what's for breakfast?" She asked. He chuckled.
"Pancakes."
"Good." She followed him to the kitchen where the food was already waiting.
"These are good." She commented, taking a bite. They talked about nothing in particular throughout the meal. After, they sat down on his couch. Sara snuggled up next to him and leaned up to kiss him. He eagerly responded as he allowed himself to get lost in her kiss. Their kiss quickly became more passionate as Nick's hands found their way under her back and Sara tugged at the hem of his shirt.
"Mmm Nick." She mumbled against his lips, half-heartedly trying to pull away. He frowned at the loss of contact and looked at her in confusion.
"What's the matter?" He asked.
"Nick, as much as I want you, I need sleep." Sara was torn between her want for him and her need for rest.
"Stay." She looked longingly at him and smiled sadly. "Just to sleep. Please?" She sighed. Why did he have to be so damn good looking?
"Alright. But we are just sleeping." She said sternly.
"Just sleep." He agreed. She smiled at him and kissed him.
"Now, do you have anything I can sleep in?"
A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I tried to put in some fluff for you, but I'm not very good at it. Just a quick note. The part about finding underwear in a tack trunk is actually true. The trunk Nick first examined is based on my friends tack trunk. And she actually did find underwear in there I believe. It was either that or it ate some underwear (no one is quite sure why it was in there in the first place.) anyways, it is a very scary thing that tack trunk. Well, I hope you enjoyed this post. Please, review!
--Emily--
