Disclaimer: Refer to autre chapters
Rating: PG-13 (minor language)
A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update! Life has been rather busy and due to the lack of inspiration, I have not written anything in weeks. Anyone have challenges for me? I will gladly receive them… even if it is finishing this fic by Friday. Warning: longest a/n EVER…
Heather: ha ha, I will tell you and the rest of the world my name or at least the people who don't it. It's Claire. Wow. Leclair Claire. Aren't I original? I wrote in my notes something about you mentioning lick necking. Did I make Nick lick Sara's neck and you found it hot? I think so… unless my memory sucks. See, I wrote post-its on people's reviews so I don't forget to mention something they said. Aren't I cool?
Ash: Oh, there will be vengeance on Gregory, believe you me. Yes, the blow up doll was amusing… at least I thought it was. Hodges creeps me out so anything to belittle him will probably make its way into my fics. Kiss then sex… I wrote that down and I have no idea what it means. Wait, yes I do. I wanted to show that Nick isn't just sex-crazed, as I like to portrait him. Slut patrol: a person who does not like "Say My Name." If you look in the reviews, she's there. Ugh.
Annie: Yay! Aren't you glad I found I found it a long time ago but I never knew how to upload until I actually looked. Yes, 'princess' has got to be the most annoying name ever. Never been called it but I used it because I think it's irritating in itself.
Emily: -laughs triumphantly- I know your name! At last. Here's an update for you Miss Impatience.
Kate: I freaking love you. You know why? Because you stuck up for me with slut patrol and honey, I would do it for you any day. George in spandies… oh God, I think I just died. As for the writing better in the "wee hours"… guess what time it is that I am writing this? 1:31 am. Contrary to popular belief, I do know the meaning to PG. It's just not as fun as NC-17.
Snickers: I never saw "The Notebook."
Rynn: "-dies of rapture- " hahahahaha
Anushka: I'm sorry it's taking so long for me to write you those two pieces. I will finish them! Yeah, the options for the 'blank' at the end of that chapter are many and you may pick whatever floats your boat though we have already discussed this.
And finally Cath: I am in freaking love with you. I received your email and I was laughing pretty hard with your (my) "self-proclaimed lazy self" and the fact that you're from Texas. See, in Canada, better yet, Surrey, the probability of finding a hot guy with a orgasm-inducing southern drawl is next to impossible to find so I mention is twang any chance I get. Sara and drinking is overrated. To this day I question myself for whether or not I should have wrote it. I hate "Sara gets smashed" fics. Yes, I am young (16) and I don't care that I can write better than some twentysomethings… I think that's the most arrogant thing I have ever said. Wow. Sorry.
Chapter Twelve: Can't Take It Back
Gazing in the mirror of one of the couple that hung on the wall of the women's bathroom, fingering her throat as it was arched back, Sara winced slightly as her fingers brushed across the hickey that Nick had graced her with the other night. It was the second day in a row that she had worn a turtleneck and sooner or later, someone was going to get suspicious. No concealer in the world was going to veil the nice purple patch of skin, high enough for everyone to see if she wanted them to.
"That's a nice mark," commented Catherine, smiling at her friend with her usual knowing grin. "Nicky give you that?"
"Who else?"
"Well, rumor has it that Nick wasn't the only one cuffed to a bed recently."
Sara's eyes flashed up and met Catherine's in the mirror. "Excuse me?"
"Apparently you and Grissom got friendly?"
Whirling around on her heel, her hands clenched in fists at her side, Sara demanded sternly, "How the hell do you know?"
"Grissom accidentally let it slip to Hodges and Greg. And then the rest, is, well, obvious."
"I'm going to kill him," she fumed, snatching up her bag from the floor and marching her ass out of the bathroom, down the hall towards her boss's office where she knew he would be.
He was going to get it bad this time, not like the last where it was a calm and short discussion that probably lasted for all of two minutes. She was going to make a scene and why not? The whole entire lab knew that Nick and her were sleeping together, that she had used handcuffs on her boss and then Nick.
Not even bothering to knock or give him any slight warning to her presence, Sara threw open the door and stomped into Grissom's office where he sat perched behind his desk, looking down at piles of paperwork as usual.
"What the hell were you thinking?" she practically screamed, throwing her arms up.
"Excuse me?"
He raised an eyebrow and the saw out of the corner of his eye that the door was wide-open. He got up carefully and rather cautiously, making his way to the door to close, a sad attempt at not letting everyone overhear their conversation.
"Why did you tell Hodges and Greg about what happened between us? They're telling everyone! Soon someone is going to find out who shouldn't and take it to the DA."
"I didn't have any intentions on telling either one of them. There was simply some miscommunication, Sara."
"That's pretty common for you, isn't it?"
"Sara, please, take a seat. Calm down. I can understand why you are upset. You don't like people knowing everything about, especially your sex life, and having people talk about you behind your back. Your job could potentially be on the line and I know that it means everything to you."
"How did they find out then?"
"They were talking about you and Nick when I arrived and it sounded exactly like you and I." He paused momentarily, looking from his desk and then into her eyes with his own. "I didn't know that you used the handcuffs on Nick afterwards."
She saw the slight hint of smugness in his eyes, knowing that he had been first. She shook her head in disgust at him and sat down in front of his desk, exhausted. There was more for her to deal with than Grissom's ego trip. She had to find Hodges and find Greg before either of them told another living soul or anything else for that matter, be it one of the corpses in the morgue or not.
"I got to go," she said abruptly, emotion a little more controlled though her movements were still unsteady but sharp.
"Don't waste your time, Sara. They've both been warned, more or less threatened. I don't think they're going to tell anyone."
"That's what you think," she muttered, storming out of his office and giving the door a good slam behind her.
There were a few smirks in her direction and a wink from some guy she had only seen before in her life once that worked in Trace. She shot every look down with the darkest, ugliest glare she could manage and found who she was looking for, wearing his white lab coat and a smile.
"Why, Sara, good evening," Greg chirped, looking up from his microscope to smile at her widely.
"You little shi –"
"Uh uh uh," he chided lightly, shaking his finger. "There's no need for vulgarity, Sara. We're civilized adults here."
"Vulgarity my ass. Stay the hell out of my business Gregory Sanders and if you dare tell anyone about Grissom or Nick, I'll make sure to make your death look like an accident."
"Say it a little louder, Sar. I'm sure you'll want witnesses," Greg smirked at her, amused that someone passing the room, even though the door was tightly closed, could hear the last tendrils of her sentence.
Greg waved at the guy that winked at Sara early and she was half tempted to flip him off.
"You need to control your temper."
"You need to mind your own business."
"I did until Hodges told me about you and Nick and then Grissom let it spill about the two of you. So Sar, how does Nick feel about what happened between you and Grissom."
Her face deadpanned. Low blow. She was no longer shaking with anger or teeming with lividness. Instead, she stood there before him completely composed but with the most stoic façade that she had ever warn. Her eyes sparkled dangerously and Greg instantly regretted saying anything.
"I'm sorry, Sara. That was completely uncalled for."
"You're right. It was."
She turned on her heel and walked swiftly out of the room, closing the door a little less soundly behind her than she had Grissom's. She was thankful that in five minutes shift would end and she made her way to the locker room early, not caring that she had a fair sized pile of paperwork to do on her desk.
Once she opened her locker and saw what was hanging from the hook at the back, she could only help but laugh out loud. Dangling motionlessly were the pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs that Greg had tried to give her. Apparently, she would have to change her lock tomorrow.
Reaching for them, she felt a plan brewing in her mind. Greg was definitely going to pay for his actions and undoubtedly his comments. If he wanted to be cuffed like he had suggested not so indirectly to other day, she would do it. Only she was going to play by her rules.
