A/N: Hey y'all! I know I need to stop making new stories and finish my new ones, but this is something I need to write. I'm in the cafeteria of my high school and something or better yet 'someone' made me write this. This is sad but true. Anywhoo, I hope y'all like it! Enjoy!

Disclaimers: I don't own the characters, just the story line. That's my life.

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Sara looked over the top of her laptop and through the glass wall and watched as Nick passed by. She looked hoping he would pass a glance her way.

She wondered if he was okay. Usually they would talk after shift and they were very open with each other, but lately they hadn't even talked at all. She thought it might have been because of the shift changes, but he would be in the same room and he would not even pass her a glance. They pass in the corridor, and he just looked away or maybe if she was lucky he passed her an occasional glance. It was almost as if he didn't care about her anymore.

She wanted to tell him how she felt more than anything. She tried to think of ways to do it where she wouldn't have to be face to face with him. Or he would have to figure out that it was her on his own. Then she thought of just going up to him and telling him. But every time she tried, she would just say something else.

"Sara? Hey Sara! Yoo hoo! Is anyone home?" Catherine asked waving a hand in front of her friend's face.

"Oh, hey Catherine. What's up?"

"Wow, you were a million miles away on that one. Where were you?" She asked smiling.

"I uh- It was nothing."

"Yeah right Sidle. With you, it is never nothing. Spill it."

"Well, I have this friend who works with this guy and they are good friends and all, but lately he hasn't been talking to her. She asked me for help and I was just trying to figure out how to help her."

"Who's the guy Sara? It's not Grissom is it? I thought you gave up on that."

"What? No...see I said it was my friend. It's not me." Sara said looking out through the glass wall again as Nick walked by again.

"Oh my God! It is you!" Catherine said smiling. "And the guy is Nick isn't it?"

"No! It's- Oh screw it. Yes it's Nick." Sara said looking down in defeat. "Catherine I swear to God if you tell anyone!"

"Don't worry Sara. Your secret is safe with me."

"You know, I was taught that it is rude to keep secrets." Sara's head shot up as Nick walked in. He smiled at her and it took all she had not to melt off of her seat.

"Hey Nicky. Did you get those results yet?" Catherine asked looking at Sara.

"Uh, no. I was on my way there now."

"Well, get on it. He have to nail this guy before he skips town."

"Sure." He said leaving them alone.

"Thanks Cath."

"No problem. You just find a way to fix this soon."

"Okay. Thanks Catherine. I'll see you later."

"Okay. Anytime Sara."

"Hey, if you see Grissom, could you please tell him that I finished my case and clocked out early?"

"Sure. Will do."

"Thanks." Sara said walking out and almost running to the locker room to gather her things. She had to get away from him and away from her own hidden truth.

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A/N: So? Is my sappy life story turned fanfic good or should I stop now while I'm behind? IDK. I just had to write this as soon as I saw my own 'Nick' come in and pass me by again. Anywhoo, enough of that. I'll write more if y'all want it. Let me know okay? Plz R&R!

Sweet Jorja