Disclaimer: Don't own them, wish I had created them, do not make any money off them, but they do provide me with amusement and I will gladly employ George Eads any day.

Rating: Take a wild guess. I dare you.

Author's Notes: Judging by the chapter title, what to y'all think he chose?

Oh and forensicsfan, it's a shame that you Americans will only send a dollar bill with chocolate syrup. By the way, I was just in the states and how did I feel like I had a lot of money with all of those bills! We've got coins and pretty money. : D


Chapter Six: Some Like It Doubled

"What happened to you?" questioned Warrick with a tense brow, nodding to the condition his coworker's shirt was in. "Did you get attacked by Greg or something?"

"No, Sara took it upon herself to drive over ever speed bump and pothole in the parking lot while I was eating my sundae," he lied through his teeth.

"Ouch."

"Yeah. I ended up wearing more of it than eating it."

Now that part was not much of a lie, he told himself as he searched through his tidy locker for an extra shirt to change into. He found one and tugged the one he wore over his head.

"Wow, you really made a mess," Warrick said, pointing to the remnants of smeared chocolate on his chest.

"Yeah, that's what I get for wearing a shirt like you do," Nick smirked, pulling a fitting dark green t-shirt over his head.

"Few people can pull it off, Nicky, and I don't think you're one of them."

He shrugged lightly and locked his locker just as Sara came in.

"So, I heard what you did to Nick," began Warrick, sitting down on the benches with a smile on his thick lips.

Her eyes immediately flashed to Nick, wide and in shock. She could not believe that Nick had told Warrick about what had happened in the front seat of her Tahoe.

"You know, you really shouldn't be so mean to our boy here, driving over all of those potholes and speed bumps."

As Warrick spoke, she stared at Nick and then understood that he had told his friend a different story. She let out a breath, relieved for the fact that Nick had not told him that the two of them got kinky in the front seat of her Tahoe with hot fudge.

"Yeah well, it's hard to resist when he takes forever to eat the damn thing."

"Just because I prefer to savor it unlike your wolfing it down in four spoonfuls, doesn't mean you get to decide that I should ruin a shirt and smell like chocolate."

"At least you'll smell nice," she offered with a shrug of her shoulder, not really caring much.

Warrick chuckled as he stood and gave Nick a friendly pat on the shoulder. "I suggest you take a shower, bro. You won't be picking up the ladies smelling like a little kid."

"Thanks, man."

Without another word, he left the two of them alone in the locker room, staring at each other. She shook her head with a smile on her lips as she leisurely strolled towards him, his back to the bay of lockers.

"Lying now?"

"Would you have preferred me to tell him that we made chocolate a part of our foreplay and repertoire?"

"No, but what a clever little fib that was, Nicky," she complimented, toe-to-toe with him now. He smirked at her and watched how she bit her bottom lip for a brief moment.

"So I take it as you talked to Brass?"

"Everything is finished. The boyfriend confessed to killing her."

"Why?"

"She was cheating on him with his best friend."

"Oh," he winced, "that's low."

"You think so? So if I were to go have sex with Warrick, what would you do?"

"I would go order me a double double, darlin'."

"You never did answer me," she stated, resting a hand on either side of his head on the cold metal lockers.

"No, I didn't."

"Are you ever going to or am I just going to assume that you would prefer sinking your teeth into a greasy hamburger than into me?"

"Well, when you put it like that," he smiled before promptly changing positions on her. He had her pressed up against the lockers with his body, and his hands on either side of her face. A gasp filled the air when he dipped his head low and gently bit the side of her throat, faintly tasting chocolate on her flesh. His tongue flicked out and sampled her skin before he nipped and kissed her neck.

"Is that a good enough reply?" he murmured into her hair, tugging on the lobe of her ear with his teeth.

"No, I think you need to elaborate more. A lot more."

"Shift's over."

"So?"

"We're not on company time any more, babe."

"I'm not having sex with you on the break room table. Final answer, Nicolas."

"What about the layout room?"

"Ew, no."

"Right here?"

"Anyone could walk in and –"

"There's a lock on the door."

"That has a key to open it. Not here, Nick. Anywhere else but here."

He grinned as an idea flashed through his lust-clouded mind. He let go of his hold on her, giving her behind one last squeeze as he said, "Grab your stuff and meet me in the parking lot at your Tahoe."

"Nick," she started but he was already out the door, leaving her a little flustered and with desire still churning in her belly.

There was no telling what Nick had on the brain but she was dying to find out. She bragged her bag out of her locker, checked her underwear and thanked above that she was not wearing the white cotton Granny panties she was going to wear that day. What a turn-on she would be with those on. After she closed her locker, Sara took long strides out of the locker room and down the hall where she nearly ran down Catherine around the corner.

"Whoa, girl. Where are you in a hurry to get to?"

"Oh hey, Cath. I haven't seen you all morning," smiled Sara, avoiding the question entirely.

"I see someone has indulged in some of Greg's chocolate," Catherine said with a grin on her painted lips, brushing a finger over a fudge stain on Sara's collar.

"Well what can I say? I have a weakness for chocolate. I'll see you later, Cath."

"Happy Easter, Sar."

She threw a smile over her shoulder and the same words back. What she did not see was the wheels turning in her coworker's head, playing over what had just happened and the fact that Nick had run off to the parking lot in a bit of a rush as well.

"Do you always stand alone in the middle of the hallway with a smirk on your face?" wondered a deep, melting voice watching her from the side. She turned her head and rolled her eyes at the handsome man, shrugging at his question.

"I was just thinking."

"About what, if I may ask?"

"That Sara and Nick both left in a rush to get out of here."

"So?"

"We left them with those sundaes, War."

"I'm not seeing what you're seeing, Cath."

"They both came back to the lab with chocolate stains."

"Yeah, Sara drove over speed bumps and Nick spilt fudge on himself."

"How did Sara get fudge on herself then? And don't tell me chocolate spatter because you know damn well that that is impossible because of the velocity that the fudge fell at."

"I know. It would have dripped since it was a spill."

"Exactly."

"Maybe Sara is just a sloppy eater."

"Have you ever seen her eat before?"

"Yes."

"Then you would know that that is not plausible."

"I think you're making something out of nothing."

"Maybe, but what if I'm not?"

"How much, Cath?"

"How much what?"

"How much do you want to bet that there's nothing going on between them?"

"Warrick Brown, I will bet you a full body massage that there is something going on between Nick and Sara."

There was a low chuckle made from his general direction before he met her crystal blue eyes. "Deal."

"What do you get if you win?"

"When I win I get a full body massage from you, darling," he purred into her ear just as he past her.

"Don't count on winning!" she shouted after him. "That massage is mine!"

They didn't even make it to his front door before Nick advanced on her, kissing her senseless while they stood pressed impossibly close on the sidewalk outside of his place. His hand was lost in her hair, cradling her head and his lips were fused to hers. He never wanted to stop kissing her but the fact that he would get slapped with a fine for indecent exposure and having sex in a public area stopped him from taking her up against the street pole. Reluctantly, he pulled away from and tried to catch his breath. She groaned with the loss of contact and when she tried to capture his lips with hers, he shook his head.

"Sara if I don't get you inside, I'm going to get arrested."

"There's no one watching."

"That we can see. And since when have you been an exhibitionist?"

"I've been one for about three seconds now," she replied behind him as he practically dragged her up the steps.

Just as fast as Nick unlocked the door and let her through, he had her hitched up around his waist and pressed against the closed door. His kiss was ravenous and ardent while his hands skimmed up from the undersides of her thighs to her behind, giving a hard squeeze. Her fingers however were occupied with finding the hem of his t-shirt while her eyes were closed and pulling it over his head. A curse was heard underneath her breath as she gazed at his toned chest and abs, relishing in the way his smooth skin felt beneath her fingertips.

Pressing her firmer against his body, she felt something pushing against the inside of her thigh and she smiled in the kiss as he brought her away from the door, beginning to walk down the hall. He brought them into his bathroom and when he set her down on her feet, her knees gave way. It took little effort for him to catch her with one arm and he grinned arrogantly down at her.

"Do I make you weak in the knees, darlin'?"

"Arrogant bastard," she cursed lightly, playfully glaring at him. "So tell me, why are we in your bathroom?"

He began to unbutton her striped pink, white, and green blouse as he answered her question, "Because I do recall that you said you would prove me wrong about something."

"What are you talking about?" She lifted her arms over her head for him to pull off her tank top.

"You said that it would take some pretty rough sex to crack single-pained glass. It just so happens that I have single-pained glass on my shower door."

"And you're proposing that we break it?"

"Maybe."

"Nick, I don't want to die of exsanguination like the vic."

"Actually, I would have to strangle you first for you to be the victim, now wouldn't I?"

"Yes," she mumbled, allowing him to unzip her jeans.

With inquisitive eyes he watched as he slowly pulled down her jeans, reveling in her pale flesh that was her toned legs. She stepped out of her pants and bit her lip as Nick ran his hands back up her calves and thighs. He smiled when she immediately complied with his hand urging her to raise her left leg to wrap around his waist. As he kissed her with fervor and desire, he grinded hard into her centre. She broke the kiss by letting out a moan and raking her fingernails down his exposed muscular back. There would definitely be two sets of five red lines trailing down his back by morning and she basked in the thought of marking him. He was hers and no one else's. Just the way she wanted it to be.

One hand came in between them to undo his oversized belt buckle and pull out his belt from the denim loops, dropping it to the floor with a soundly thud. Nick anticipated her removing his pants, dying to be relieved of the restricting garment that was preventing skin against skin. He wanted her badly and even more as she took her sweet time undoing his pants, gazing into his eyes with a sense of taunting in their depths.

"Just get it done with," he said low in his throat causing her to create a small laugh, which became muffled by his crushing mouth.

Finally she was done teasing him with his zipper but just as he was about to kick off his pants, she gripped him and gently massaged over top of the denim. His breath was heavy in her ear and it sent a large shiver down her spine when it caressed her bare neck and shoulder. Her teeth caught his bottom lip, nibbling carefully on the tender skin, while she gripped him harder in her hand.

"I can't take it any more," he moaned.

"Yes you can."

"Tease."

"And you love it."

He chuckled deeply as he ran his hands slowly up her back, making their way to the clasp of her white lace bra. He missed the touch of her hand when she had to let go of him so he successfully throw aside her bra and she did not continue either. He watched her take a step back and then slip off her underwear before turning on her heel to walk to the shower. All that bare skin just for him was all he could think about and that wiggle in her hips when she walked. Through a clouded mind Nick heard the sound of water crushing down on the tile of the shower floor and the distinct click of the door closing behind her.

For a moment he stood there watching her through the steam covered glass with a look of shock and pure need in his eyes. There was no signal from his brain for him to move. He only remained rooted to the ground with his pants halfway down his thighs and the hardest erection he had ever had.

Soap slid down her milky white legs and pooled around her feet, the toenails painted a light pink hue. There was no modesty in her demeanor when she raised her arms above her head causing her breasts to lift, and rinsed out the conditioner in her shoulder length chestnut hair. Her clean, strawberry scented flesh was a soft pink from the warmth of the water and her eyes closed as she let out a sigh after breathing in the aroma. She was waiting for him to join her and there he was watching her like a fool when he could have been the one lathering the soap to spread across her body.

He shed the remainder of his attire and opened with the door with a steady hand. A wave of steam hit his body along with the sight of a very naked Sara Sidle covered in soap. She wore a killer smile and nothing else as she stood there with her hands over her breasts in midst of washing them. Nick closed the door behind him and was now face to face with her, trying not to stare.

"Continue," he encouraged and to his pleasure she did. He swallowed hard as she grabbed the bottle of liquid soap to pour some in the centre of her hand.

First she spread the cool soap over his chest and then down his toned arms, allowing her eyes to wander over the contours of his body. She cleaned his back and noticed that he winced when the soap met the fresh lines of broken skin across his back. She kissed him softly on the mouth as to ease the pain and carried on with washing his behind before making her way around to his stomach. As her tongue slipped into his mouth, her hand glided lower and gave one hard stroke up his length. Sara felt him practically melt into her mouth and hand when she circled her thumb around his tip.

"You would not happen to keep condoms in your shower, would you?" she mumbled against his lips, stroking again with a firm hand.

"Actually, I would."

She raised a shock eyebrow and he answered it promptly.

"Ever since I had this idea, I decided that it would be wise to be a little prepared."

"And what if I had said no?"

"I don't even remember you saying yes, love."

She smiled and swung him around so that he was underneath the showerhead now. Shampoo in his hair had come and gone along with a little bit of conditioner.

With a step backwards, she felt the cool sensation of glass against her heated back and behind. Nick observed her carefully, waiting for her to say something since she had that look in her eye.

"All right, Nick. Prove me a liar," she purred.

And he did. Twice.

Author's Note: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. I didn't "finish" them off but be satisfied with the knowledge that there is more fun stuff to come…