Disclaimer: I don't own them, I didn't create them, and I don't profit them.
Rating: PG
A/N: I'm not too sure why I am calling this chapter 'Dine and Dash.' Maybe because they dine and then everyone "dashes" for the bedroom? No? Yeah, I didn't think so either.
Chapter Five: Dine and Dash
"Sar, you've got to be kidding me," Warrick deadpanned, staring at her across the table, in mid of bringing a sausage to his mouth.
"Dead serious." There couldn't have been a wider smirk on her lips as well as a slight flush in her cheeks as she gazed down at her eggs.
"You did not."
"I did too."
"Where did you get them from?"
"Break room table."
"That's theft," he lightly chastised, finishing chewing his mouthful of meat.
"They'll be returned."
"Who's are they?"
Her shoulder shrugged softly. "No clue."
Her fingers had absently begun to run across the smoothness of the steel handcuffs in her pocket. Warrick had found them earlier at the crime scene, when she told him to get her notepad out of her jacket pocket that was in the passenger seat of the Tahoe. Now, at their favorite diner, was where Warrick had decided to mention them. After all, CSIs weren't allowed to carry them.
"Calm down, War. I'm going to return them."
"When?"
"When I'm done with them," was her smooth reply.
"And what exactly, do you intend on doing with them?"
"What do people use handcuffs for Warrick? I'm sure you've used them a few times."
"Yeah, but they're usually pink and fuzzy."
"And hopefully not yours."
He smiled faintly and she say the sardonic look in his eyes blatantly telling her that there was no way in hell that he would invest in a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs.
"So what do you think Nick is going to do?"
"Who said anything about Nick?" Sara said it simply to see the expression on Warrick's face but he knew this and didn't give her the satisfaction of seeing him fazed. "I was saving them for you, Warrick.
There was a little chuckle in their booth and Sara laughed along with him. He was attractive, actually, very attractive but there was no way that Sara was going to leave Nick for him.
"I don't think Catherine would like that."
"You're probably right. Speaking of Catherine, isn't she and Nick supposed to be meeting us here any minute now?"
"Yeah." Warrick checked his watch. "Right about now."
It was then that Sara saw Catherine and Nick step into the diner, smiles on their faces as they laughed about something they were discussing. Warrick noticed that Sara was focused on something else and when he looked over his shoulder, he smiled at his girl who was grinning madly at him.
With ease, Catherine slipped into the booth beside Warrick, him instantly putting his arm around her shoulders and giving her cheek a kiss. Sara smiled at the two of them, glad that they had finally acted upon the obvious attraction that was between them. And suddenly, Sara felt Nick's hand high on her thigh and his lips on her ear, whispering to her exactly how much he missed her. The action didn't go unnoticed by Catherine and she sent the two of them a wink.
"I love being off the clock," announced Warrick, a dopey look in his stunning eyes.
A moment later a waitress came over with a notepad in her right hand and a pen in the other, asking if the newcomers wanted anything to eat and if the old wanted anything more.
"We should have gone to the In and Out," stated Nick, once the waitress was out of earshot.
"No thanks. I hate watching you eat one of those burgers," mumbled Sara.
"No one says you have to watch, Sar."
"But you can't help but watch," stepped in Catherine, adding to the disgust that Sara was clearly stating.
"Exactly."
"Fine," he muttered, pouting slightly while Warrick rolled his eyes at the lack of masculinity in his friend.
Sara's hand rested on Nick's leg and slid higher up. It was her way of soothing him out of his disappointed state and it worked perfectly.
"So how was your case?" wondered Catherine.
"Tedious," was the reply in unison. Warrick met Sara's eyes and the two of them chuckled lightly and the coincidence.
"What about yours?"
"It was similar to the one we were working last week, actually. Similar MO but that was the only link between the two."
"What happened?" asked Sara, absently leaning into Nick a little more.
"The usual murder in the heat of passion," was Catherine's flat response.
"Those are always fun," Sara murmured sarcastically.
"Agreed."
The waitress came with Catherine's pancakes and Nick's artery-clogging breakfast, complete with two sausages, two pieces of bacon, two fried eggs and hash browns. Warrick let out a low whistle at the plate before his best friend as Nick picked up his knife and fork.
"Hey man, I can eat stuff like this."
"Yeah, only 'cause you work out as much as I do."
Nick shrugged casually as he reached across Sara, his arm flat against her chest, for the ketchup. He could have asked, she noted, but that would take away all the fun. There was so much red on the plate that Sara didn't know where the ketchup started and the food ended. His diced hash browns were an odd orange color from the sauce and there was more of it next to the eggs and the meat.
"I've never seen someone eat so much Ketchup in my life," Sara stated, the astonishment evident in her tone.
"Does everyone always to criticize how I eat and what I eat?" Nick wondered, staring into Sara's eyes in disbelief.
She loved annoying him and he knew it. Her smile was sweet and innocent, one that made Nick immediately forgive her for what she said. How her hand squeezed his thigh was what really did him in.
The four of them didn't stay long in the diner. They left in pairs after Catherine and Nick finished their meals. Catherine hopped into Warrick's Tahoe and Sara followed Nick to his vehicle as they waved goodbye to the leaving couple, smiling at them.
Nick's hand held Sara's as they made their way to his car and before she moved to release him so she could round the car to her side, Nick had her pressed up against the side of the car. The smile that spread across her face was knowing and seductive. She knew that he had been aroused for the better part of the day and that he was dying for his release. Knowing that she would be the one to bring it upon him sent a slight shiver down her spine and a smile across his lips.
"My place?" he said in question.
Sara thought for a moment, trying to remember if Nick's bed had posts or not. It did and it would definitely suffice. Her head of chestnut hair nodded and he freed her after gently kissing her soft lips.
