"What was so damn important that Grissom had to drag you out of your room at three in the morning?" Nick flicked the light on as Warrick shut the door to the room they were sharing. To say he was frustrated at the way the night had turned out was an understatement.

Warrick looked at him quizzically, wondering where Catherine had gone and how exactly Nick knew where he'd been. "He wanted advice about women."

Nick snorted. "Grissom?" It wasn't that he didn't believe Warrick, it was just that Gil Grissom wasn't exactly the guy that went asking his subordinates for sex advice.

Warrick quirked an eyebrow. "Not that kind of advice about women; he's concerned that since Catherine's promotion that their friendship has suffered and he's not sure what to do about it."

"That's a relief." Nick was glad that Grissom wasn't suddenly getting his act together to finally pursue Sara; after their encounter he wanted to be the only one pursuing Sara. At the moment he was a very frustrated man in more ways than one.

"Why's that?" Warrick knew Nick well enough to know that something was up.

"Ah, nothing, man." Nick wasn't sure he should be sharing anything about what happened between him and Sara; but then again, Catherine had walked in on them and chances were that Warrick would find out soon enough anyway.

Warrick eyed him curiously. "Just where have you been since…earlier anyway?" It occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, Nick had finally made a move on one Miss Sara Sidle and that somehow Catherine had discovered them.

Nick couldn't quite contain his smug smile as he laced his fingers behind his head. "With Sara." The memory of the way she kissed him and the feel of her body pressed against his caused his smile to widen.

"Sara." Warrick's tone was dry and doubtful.

Nick narrowed his gaze at his friend. "Yes, and I'd still be with her if Catherine hadn't interrupted us." He had half a mind to give Gil Grissom a piece of his mind, but then he'd have to tell him why and he really didn't think that Sara wanted that sort of information getting back to him.

Warrick let out a deep throaty chuckle. "I didn't think you had it in you man. I thought you'd just keep whining about it."

"Well I didn't have anywhere else to sleep." Nick retorted.

"And so you just knocked on her door and asked her if you could sleep with her." Warrick looked at him skeptically.

Nick smirked. "Not exactly. We fell asleep out on the deck and it started getting cold so she suggested we go back to her room."

One of Warrick's eyebrows arched upwards. "What exactly did Catherine interrupt?" He was rather protective of Sara and he wanted to make damn sure Nick didn't do anything to take advantage of her.

Nick snorted out a laugh. "Nowhere close to the eight seconds you and Catherine were trying to beat." The images of what he'd walked in on earlier that night was indelibly burned into his memory whether he wanted it there or not.

Warrick just stood there staring Nick down not particularly amused by the rodeo metaphor.

Nick got back to Warrick's question. "Just enough to be frustrating…I believe it's called foreplay." He harrumphed and grabbed a pillow, beating on it in attempt to fluff it up a bit.

Warrick snickered. "Hey, I'm not helping you out…" He couldn't resist teasing his friend.

Nick regarded him warily, not missing a beat. "And I wouldn't ask." With that he rolled over and tried to go to sleep, hoping that Warrick would just let it drop so that if the raging fire in his loins didn't simmer down soon that he could get up and relieve some of the tension in the privacy of the bathroom.

Morning came far too soon and the little sleep that Nick got did him no favors. He was still incredibly frustrated and all he could think about was Sara, so as he stood out on the deck drinking a cup of coffee in the early morning light, he was a bit startled when he heard someone speak.

"Someone looks tired." Sara moved to stand next to him near the railing of the deck. She had a cup of coffee in her hand as well and she looked as if she'd gotten about as little sleep as Nick did.

"Yeah, well, I had a lot on my mind…" Nick smiled at her wondering what she was thinking and wanting very badly to kiss her.

"Me too." Sara confessed. After Nick had left, Catherine had started quizzing her on how what she'd walked in on had transpired. Frustrated, Sara had shared a few choice words instead and had rolled over to try and go to sleep. She wasn't really sure if she'd even gone to sleep. All she could think about was Nick.

"You know the first session doesn't start for a little while…" Nick knew he was reaching, both Catherine and Warrick were still in their respective rooms and it wasn't like there was any other place in the lodge that offered any privacy.

Sara was a little taken aback. "Nick." She glanced around to make sure that they were alone and then lowered her voice as she spoke. "We are not going to have sex." Her tone was a bit more forceful than she'd intended.

Nick was a little thrown. She had made her intention clear last night and now he was wondering if she was having second thoughts and so he quirked an eyebrow at her. "Right now...or ever?"

"Uh…now." Sara was flustered and the thought occurred to her that although she knew that she wanted more than just sex from whatever was happening between them, she didn't really know what Nick wanted. "…ever…I don't know." Her brow was furrowed as she watched disappointment flicker across Nick's face.

"So last night…" Nick's words trailed off as he waited for her to explain a little further.

"Last night neither one of us was thinking very clearly." Sara began, not sure how to explain what she was feeling.

"So it was a mistake then." Nick was jumping to conclusions but he wasn't sure how else to take what she was telling him.

"I didn't say that." Sara protested. "I…I…it's just that I…"

Nick didn't give her a chance to finish her thoughts; he reasoned that if she was going to reject him, he would just make it easy on her. "Look, I think I understand…it was dark, we were cold…you don't have to let me down easy."

"It's not like that." Sara was quickly becoming frustrated because it seemed that he was misinterpreting what she was saying.

Nick wasn't really listening to her; he was wrapped up in his own insecurities. "Because I can handle it…"

Sara cut his words off with a kiss. As she pulled back she smirked at the expression on his face. "Would you shut up long enough to let me finish?"

Nick smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."

She gathered her thoughts and continued. "What I was trying to say was…it's just that I want to make sure that whatever this is that it's not just about sex." She looked at him expectantly, nervously nibbling at her lower lip.

A grin broke out on Nick's face and he whispered to her earnestly as he reached over and caressed her cheek. "That would just be the icing on the cake. Can't you see how crazy I am about you?"