A/N: I really have no excuse for not updating- my creative juices have just not been flowing. I even tried the Insomnia Method (2 a.m. on Sunday morning), and I still got nothing, and then tonight I'm lying in bed, about to close my eyes, and boom, it hits me! So here we go again- another late-nighter of me typing away. The good news is, I do actually have a pretty good idea for the next two chapters, so hopefully those should be up a little faster. Thanks for hanging in there, y'all.

And merci beaucoup for les reviews, guys! I really appreciate it :)

The ride to Sara's house from the diner was a quiet one. The two CSIs were both tired and thoughtful, and barely a word was exchanged between the two as they wove through the streets of suburban Las Vegas to Sara's place.

Nick pulled into the driveway of her apartment complex. "Here we are."

Sara lifted her head from the car window, where it has been resting, her eyes closed, as they had been the day before on the way to the crime scene. "Oh. Yeah." She sat up slowly, grabbed her bag off the floor and started to get out of the car. "Thanks for dropping me home."

"No problem. Thanks for having breakfast with me."

She smiled at him, and then paused for a moment. "Nick?"

"Mm-hmm?"

"You wanna come in for a while?"

Nick's soft facial expression turned to one of surprise. "I thought you were tired."

"I am, a little… but I never go to sleep straight away when I get home, anyway. We could watch TV or something." For some reason, she found herself desperately wanting to stay with him just a little longer, though she couldn't exactly explain why.

Nick was surprised at Sara's offer, but never slept straightaway himself, and responded with barely a second thought. He smiled. "Yeah, sure. Okay." He turned off the engine.

They both walked quietly up the stairs to Sara's second-floor apartment as she fumbled in her bag for her keys. She undid the two locks on the door, and then opened it, holding it behind her for Nick.

"Two locks? A little paranoid, aren't we?" Nick teased, nudging her in the side. Sara smirked back at him over her shoulder.

"Okay, with all the stuff we see everyday, I don't wanna be next, okay? Don't diss the precautionary."

She dumped her bag on the countertop and headed round into the kitchen. "You want anything?"

"Water's fine, thanks." He stood by the front door, just looking around the apartment foyer.

"Uh, okay… any reason you're gawking?"

"Hmm? Oh, sorry. I just didn't realise how long it'd been since I've been here. You painted the walls."

"Yeah. Interior design is my specialty." They both grinned at her sarcasm. Handing him a glass of water, she spoke again. "You wanna watch TV?"

"Sure." He followed Sara's lead into the living room, sitting himself on the opposite end of the couch to which she sat. He grabbed the remote off the coffee table and propped his feet up on the polished wood. "What're you in the mood for?"

She glanced over at him, a look of false annoyance in her eyes as she exaggeratedly crossed her arms . "Why do you get the remote?"

Nick played along with her. "'Cause I'm the guest. Manners, Sara. Sheesh!" He smiled charmingly at her, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"Fine. There's probably a movie on cable or something." She watched as he began to channel-surf. Then, out of nowhere, she began to laugh to herself. Nick looked over at her questioningly.

"Did I miss something?"

She shook her head. "No. It's just… I didn't realise that it really was true, the thing about guys not being able to stay on one channel for more thanhalf asecond." They both chuckled.

Nick changed his position on the couch and he laughed, manoeuvring himself slightly so that he facing Sara a little more, and leaning a little more towards her. "Yeah, well, how are you meant to know what's on every channel, if you stop to watch each one for ten minutes?"

"Well how can you even tell what's on, when you only get a glimpse at the screen for about an eighth of a second?"

Nick chuckled again. "Ahh, nice comeback. Fine then, Ms. Picky. What do you want to watch?"

"Give me the remote, and I'll see."

"Never gonna happen."

"Oh yeah?" Sara tried to emphasise her point by lunging towards Nick. However, he was one step ahead of her, and held the remote high above his head as he leaned backwards, his body tilting towards the arm of the couch.

Although Sara swore to herself she wasn't looking, she couldn't help but notice the way Nick'sdeep blue shirt came up ever-so-slightly as he lifted his arm above his head, exposing a small patch of smooth, lightly-tanned skin. The exposure was small, but she could still see how extremely well-defined his stomach muscles were, and she felt her body weaken momentarily as she make for the remote once again. She squealed at him, surprising even herself at how girly her voice sounded.

"Give it to me!"

Nick laughed. "Make me!"

"Well, maybe I will!" Sara decided to up the ante as she got up on her knees and made one final attempt to grasp the remote, still waving around above Nick's head. However, all she ended up doing was grabbing his wrist and she lost her balance and fell straight on top of him, forcing his body down beneath hers onto the couch. She felt his arm wrap automatically around her, making sure she didn't fall off, and she had to smile to herself. He really was alwaysthe gentleman.

The two of them lay there for a few seconds silently, neither of them daring to speak or even breathe, when suddenly the awkwardness of the situation seemed to grab them both at the same time, as Sara lay on top of Nick on her couch, lying her head on his chest and her hand clutching at his wrist, as his one arm lay wrapped around his back, the other resting beside her shoulder. As she felt intense embarrassment wash over her, Sara did the only thing she could think of, and burst into hysterical laughter.

Nick had been wondering how he was going to get out of the slightly awkward situation they had somehow managed to get themselves into, and was greatly relieved when Sara started laughing. He laughed along with her and she pried herself off him, pushing up off the couch. She suddenly leaned back down towards him, and for one moment, Nick thought she was going to kiss him. He blushed slightly when he felt her instead reach for the remote that was still in his hand. She turned her face towards his, grinning.

"So I guess I win then."

He grinned back. "I guess you do."

She pulled back and moved back towards her original position on the couch, although Nick had to notice that she was sitting a little closer to him than she had been before their moment. She flicked her eyes to the screen and began to slowly scan the channels, stopping as something caught her eye.

"Ooh, I love this. Can we watch it?"

"Moulin Rouge? You serious?"

"Yeah, why not? Who can resist a classic love tale?" She spoke in a slightly ridiculing way, and Nick snorted slightly.

"Okay, fine. If anything, it will help put me to sleep." He fake-yawned, trying to look as un-enthusiastic as possible.

"Oh, yeah, right. Don't try and tell me you're not gonna watch it. I bet you own the DVD and everything."

Nick didn't say anything, as he leaned over into the arm of the sofa and lay his head against the back. Sara also shifted herself into a move comfortable position, stretching her purple-socked feet out and towards Nick's lap, causing him to smile.

"Purple socks, nice. Look, we match." He indicated towards his navy blue socks, with their small, purple polka-dots. Sara laughed.

"Yeah, I guess we do."

Another A/N: I meant to write more, I really did, but I'm soooo tired. I'll try and get something up tomorrow, I promise. For George's birthday- yay :D