Title: Quarantine

Rating: R

Summary: Nick needs to get someone out of his system. (NS)

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not make millions of dollars off of the characters and win awards – all that kind of nonsense. Alas, I did not create them nor do I owe them but if I owned George, I would be a very happy woman… in and out of the bedroom.

A/N: If you do not like things such as obscene language – though there won't be very much of it – or sexual situations, if you will, then this is definitely not the fic for you and unfortunately, I don't think any of my fics are for you. Plus, I am not an expert at writing about other peoples' characters as not many of us are, so if it does not sound like something that character would say, I'm sorry. I'm trying my best here. : D


Chapter One: Sounds Interesting

He had a fistful of her wavy chestnut hair and a mouthful of her lips as he backed her up into the edge of the break room table. Without severing the intense kiss he had her enthralled in, his hands hooked under her thighs to hitch her legs around his waist. There was a fraction of a second where Nick Stokes honestly thought that he had stopped breathing all together when her hand reached in between them and carefully unzipped his jeans, relieving uncomfortable pressure against his groin.

"Damn, Sara," he groaned into her ear as she worked her hand into his pants, past the cotton of his boxer briefs. His drawl was laid on thick and it sent shivers down her spine.

It had taken him years to get where he was now, nearly screwing Miss Sara Sidle on the table in the break room, and he was not about to let the opportunity slide. There was no one around since it was well after shift and when Nick saw her bent over the mini fridge in dire search of cream for her coffee, he had to have her.

Her hand disappeared somewhere behind him as he nuzzled her neck. He saw his wallet laying open beside her and she was desperately looking for a square package with a Roman on it.

"Nicky," she whined and half moaned. Apparently, her hunt was unsuccessful and he laughed into her mouth when he took her lips fiercely with his.

As he took the time to grab the foil square, she noticed that her blouse was completely unbuttoned, exposing her white lace bra, and her pants were unzipped. Triumphantly, he tucked the package into her bra and smirked at her before he began to kiss a trail from her neck to the waistband of her black pants. He slid the cloth off of her legs and onto the floor, his hands skimming back up the smoothness of her calves and thighs. With an arm wrapping around her waist, he pressed her tightly against his body letting her feel his need for her. He set a slow pace of his hips to grind into hers and she nearly fell apart with the euphoria of it.

"Tease," Sara murmured before she licked the outside of his ear, tugged, and sucked on the lobe with her teeth.

His chuckle rumbled in his chest and she felt it when her hands gripped his flesh. The dark green t-shirt he had been wearing was lost somewhere behind them probably next to her pants and soon her silk blouse.

"Nick, please," she begged as his deft hands massaged her covered breasts. To make it clear that she was serious, she dropped his jeans and let them pool around his ankles. She admired the sight of him in an aroused state, only in a pair of white boxer briefs and a smirk on his thin lips.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," he quipped softly, pulling on her earlobe with his teeth. She lost her panties and he lost the smirk on his face when she grasped him hard in one hand, slipping the condom on with the other.

"Sweet Jesus," he said on a pant. He stabilized himself on the table with both hands, his head resting on her exposed shoulder.

It was her turn to smirk at the weakness that she could induce in such a man. He saw the grin and assaulted her lips with his hunger. Grasping her by the underside of her thighs, he pulled her closer to him and drove into her harder than he meant to. She gasped and clung to his bare back with her nails, a moment later leaving red trails down his spine. His name fell from her lips in rapid succession with each callous thrust.

Sara smacked his head with her hand and repeated his name several times, each getting louder and louder. As adorable as the Texan looked asleep in his chair, she had to wake him up since the meeting was long over and shift had ended almost thirty minutes prior.

"Jesus, Nick, wake up!" she said frustrated, pinching his nose in a desperate attempt to block the air that was flooding into his lungs.

He woke up with a start, his brown eyes wide and his face a little red. He cursed at her and gently slapped her hand away from his face.

The look in his eyes was one of bewilderment when he realized that Sara was no longer underneath him moaning his name but standing before him, looking like she was ready to commit murder.

"Are you comatose when you sleep?"

"Not usually," he grumbled, rubbing the side of his head as he wondered where the pain had come from.

"Well you sure as hell sleep like you are."

There was a silent but brief pause between the two of them when Nick suddenly realized what had happened.

"I fell asleep during the meeting?" he questioned incredulously.

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you kick me or something? Grissom is probably irate!"

"Nothing he won't get over. Besides, you look so cute when you are asleep with a little drool coming out of the side of your mouth." She accentuated her words with touching the corner of her red mouth with the tip of her finger.

"I did not drool, Sidle."

"Then wipe off what ever is on your chin," she said smiling widely and chuckling.

He violently wiped his chin with his sleeve and received a mock-disgusted look from his coworker. "Now that was attractive."

"There's no one here to impress," he joked, standing up and stretching his arms above his head. He noticed that she watched his shirt ride up a little bit. Flushed, she adverted her eyes onto something else behind him.

"I'll pretend that I didn't hear that and let you know that shift ended thirty-five minutes ago."

"Shit, I was supposed to get a ride home with Warrick," he muttered, staring down at his watch on his wrist. He glanced up at her a second later, a pleading look in his eyes. "Sar?"

"Fine," she mumbled, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Go get your stuff and meet me in the parking lot."

Nick was halfway out the door when the question in her voice stopped him. "What were you dreaming about anyway, Nicky?"

He glanced over his shoulder at her and observed her attempt to suppress the smile on her lips. "Why?"

"It sounded," she paused for effect, "interesting."

Nick saw the twinkle in her eye. She knew exactly what he had been dreaming about; only he doubted that she knew it was her who played the leading lady.