He would be her shoulder to cry on, her supportive friend, and when the time was right, he would make his move.
Chapter 4
Breaking Point
"God that's disgusting," Warrick said as Sarah and Greg exchanged an 'Eskimo kiss' across the room.
"Aww, no it's not," Catherine said. "It's cute!"
"Come on, Nick," Warrick said, "tell her I'm right. The Eskimo kiss should be banned, especially when accompanied by that insidious giggling." When he got no response, he prompted again. "Nick?"
"Huh?" Nick said, realizing he was being spoken to. "What? I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
Warrick sighed. "Nevermind. We were just discussing how cute and/or disgusting the Greg-and-Sara-Eskimo-kiss habit is. Nothing important."
"Nothing important, huh?" Grissom asked, walking up behind them. "Does that mean you don't have enough important things to do?"
"No, Griss, we've got quite enough to keep us busy, thanks to you," Warrick said with a smile.
"Ahh, Warrick," Grissom said, "it isn't thanks to me, but thanks to the criminals of Las Vegas, that you have such an exciting workload!" He patted Warrick on the shoulder with a smile and then headed back towards his office as Warrick, Catherine, and Nick turned back to the table of evidence in front of them.
Nick, for one, was glad for the work. It kept his mind occupied, kept him from thinking about Sara. When he was home, she filled his every thought. He'd begun taking sleeping pills to keep her from filling his dreams as well.
It had been four months since Greg and Sara had begun dating, and it didn't look like they'd be stopping any time soon. Nick was a patient man, but this situation was getting the better of him. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take it; sooner or later, he would have to either get over his feelings, or act on them.