Before they really knew where the time had gone, Nick and Sara's trip to Cozumel was coming to an end. It was only fitting that Juan Carlos should be the one to drive them to the boat that they would take across the water to Cancun where they were going to catch their flight back to Vegas. As they stepped out of the taxi to unload their luggage, a smiling Juan Carlos made a comment that left both Nick and Sara blushing, but secretly hoping deep down that they would have every reason to do just what he asked.
As they stood on the deck of the ferry as it made it's way across to the mainland, Sara found herself leaning back against Nick's chest, smiling as he wrapped his arms around her. She took in the last little bits of this vacation wanting to impress it indelibly on her memory. She didn't want to forget a moment of this time she'd spent with Nick because she knew that no matter how many more trips they took together that there would never be another one quite like this one.
Too soon they were boarding their flight back to Vegas, and Sara let out a sigh, sad that it was time to go home.
Nick chuckled softly and reached over and took her hand, knowing where her thoughts had drifted. "And to think, you might not have come with me on this trip."
Sara smirked as she leaned towards him. "Remind me to thank your friend who backed out at the last minute."
Nick smiled broadly. "Oh, don't worry; I'm already planning to thank him. I just hope season tickets to the Cowboys is enough."
Sara's eyes widened and then she snorted out a laugh. "Season tickets to the Cowboys?" She was reasonably certain that they were some sort of football team, or maybe it was baseball, but in any case, she thought Nick was going a little overboard.
"Yeah." Nick replied settling himself in his seat a little more as he glanced over at her. His brows arched quizzically. "What? You don't think it's enough?"
Sara chortled. "Nick, those probably cost a fortune." She just shook her head in amusement.
Nick's tone was soft as he smiled at her. "And worth every penny; I get the better end of the deal. I get you."
Sara was momentarily dumbfounded and then as she realized that the Cowboys were indeed a football team, and Nick's absolutely favorite sport in the entire world, she felt a bit of emotion well up and her voice was a bit husky as she whispered. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." Nick leaned in and softly kissed her.
Sara smiled as he pulled away. "What do you think we should do to Warrick?"
Nick smiled conspiratorially. "That's a good question."
"Because you and I both know that he's going to have a smug look on his face as soon as we walk into that lab." Sara had a furrowed brow as she considered the possibilities.
Nick let out an amused laugh. "You know what would absolutely drive him crazy?"
"What?" Sara could tell he had a plan formulating in his mind, and from the look on his face, she could tell that it was good.
"Well, he's expecting us to come back joined at the hip." Nick smirked. "I mean the guy at the hotel assured him that you and I shared that room the entire time, but what if we get him to think that he wasted his money?"
Sara looked at him doubtfully. "You don't want him to know about us?" There was a hint of insecurity rearing up that maybe Nick really didn't want to be with her once they got back. This relationship would certainly complicate things at work, but she thought that they'd agreed that neither one of them really cared.
Nick gave her hand a squeeze and spoke in a husky voice as a smile tugged at his lips. "I want the whole world to know about us, Sara." He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "But I also want to torture Warrick." An impish smirk flitted across his face.
Sara was still a little doubtful that they could pull of keeping Warrick in the dark. "And how long did you want to keep up this little charade?" Not that she planned on tackling Nick in the locker room, but Sara wasn't sure that anyone looking at her looking at him wouldn't tell immediately that she was in love with Nick.
"Long enough to make him wonder if the guy at the hotel just took his money, and long enough to make him think twice about messing with you and me." Nick had a mischievous glint in his eye.
Sara pursed her lips together to keep from smiling. "So until Ned and Carla's wedding then."
"Oh, yeah." Nick furrowed his brow momentarily. "I forgot they were going to stop by the lab to meet us for lunch when they got into town."
Sara leaned back in her seat with a satisfied smile on her face. "Warrick won't know what hit him."
"Sara Sidle, you are devious." Nick smirked at her.
"And you love me." She smiled even wider.
"Yes, I do." He grinned and squeezed her hand as the plane took off.
Several hours later they were collecting their bags and heading off to catch a taxi. Since Sara had left her car at Nick's house before they'd left for Cozumel, the taxi dropped them off there and it only took one glance from Nick for Sara to just follow him up the walk, her bags in tow with no intention of going home for the time being. For now they were both still on vacation and they were going to enjoy every minute of it, after they'd had something to eat.
It was a good thing that they'd decided to order some take out because as they sat there on the couch watching a Forensic Files marathon on the Discovery channel and devouring slices of pizza, the doorbell rang. Sara looked at Nick quizzically as he furrowed his brow. "Who do you think it is?"
Nick let out a soft chuckle and then leaned over and kissed her, smirking as he pulled away. "How much do you want to bet it's Warrick?"
Sara's eyes widened and then she snorted out a giggled. "He wouldn't."
"Oh, I'm sure he would." Nick countered, suddenly disappointed that the after dinner activities that he'd been looking forward to it seemed would have to wait.
"I'll kill him." Sara too had been looking forward to spending some quality time wrapped up in the sheets with Nick before they had to go back to work.
Nick chortled and lifted a hand as he stood up. "Let's just see who it is first. We don't need a crime scene in the middle of the living room."
Sara tried to restrain her irritation at being interrupted and took another bite of her pizza to try and appear as if they were just having a nice friendly meal as Nick walked over to the door.
Just as they suspected, Warrick Brown was standing on the other side of the door with a rather smug look on his face.
