A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! Ok, quick story. My sister read this and I was in the living room, watching the new show "Numbers" (which is ok, not great, but watchable) anyways, I'm just watching it with my parents and suddenly my sister comes out of her room, jumps on me, and starts trying to choke me. So here I am, running around with a midget hanging on me, pulling my hair and trying to choke me, and calling me an evil bitch! And then the next day, in the car, she read the next part of the story. And then, she jumps on me again and starts trying to choke me again, pulling my hair, and trying to kill me! So, I open the car door and start screaming, "HELP!" and I get yelled at by my Mom!!!! It was really scary. Ok, Well, enough talk! Lol. Please, enjoy this next depressing segment. This is in Nick's POV. Now, remember to review!!

--Emily—

Disclaimer: If I owned it, this wouldn't be a plotline on the show! Nick and Sara would, however, have hooked up and Nick would be topless in every episode! ;-)

Remember, this is Nicks POV

The rain softly patters on the roof above. I lay awake, just staring blankly at the ceiling. She tries to snuggle closer to me in her sleep. Annoyed, I push her away. The rain has been coming down all night. I smile to myself as I remember the good times. I remember when Sara and I would just lie there together, huddled together on those rainy afternoons. God I miss her. I miss those times. I miss her laugh, and her touch. Hell, I miss all of her.

I saw her today at the mall. Linda was hanging on my arm, talking about who knows what. When I caught sight of her, I quickly started laughing, pretending I was interested in whatever the hell Linda was saying. I couldn't, wouldn't let Sara see that I was unhappy without her. Our eyes had met briefly, but then she had adverted her gaze to some unknown target.

I miss her so much. I wish I could just go back home and take her in my arms. Whisper in her ear, telling her how much I love her. I never thought out life together would come to this. The fights, the angry words we had screamed. I always thought we would work it out. We might have been able to eventually, if not for my stupid pride.

I left about a month ago. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. We had been fighting worse then ever in the week before I took off. Sara had accused me of having an affair with a lab receptionist. And I guess in a way, I was. Linda was the receptionist at the time and I had been giving her looks. But it was only because I thought Sara was sneaking around with Grissom. Stupid, I know that now. I think it was only an excuse for my behavior. Not that the reason matters now. Anyways, we had been fighting for sometime about various things.

The day it happened, I was at the bar when Linda came over to me. We started flirting and then decided to dance. I was a little, ok, I was a lot drunk, and I allowed things to get out of control. Sara found out where I was, probably from Warrick, who actually hates me right now. So there I was, dancing with Linda, and it wasn't just clean, friendly dancing. Oh, it was friendly all right. A little to friendly, if you catch my drift. Sara and I got into it, right there in the middle of the crowded bar. I don't know if it was the alcohol, my rage, or a mixture of both, but I pulled Linda close to me and kissed her, right there in front of my wife. The look on her face, a mixture of hurt, horror, and anger, will be forever burned in my mind.

The next day when I got home, I found all of my things waiting for me in the driveway. Among the bags was a note from Sara. In the note, she told me we were through, and she never wanted to see my face again. She said she was going to a divorce lawyer and would get the divorce papers as soon as she could. She also wrote that she was going to file for sold custody of our kids. And as much as I don't want that, I wont argue. She's right. I don't deserve to see my kids.

The divorce isn't yet final. Neither of us have signed the papers. We are, however, legally separated. I'm seriously thinking about leaving the lab and getting a new job, or maybe just moving. Things just aren't the same at the lab anymore. Thank God Sara and I am on different shifts. I don't hang out at the lab like I used to. I go, do my job, and leave. I don't talk to the others unless I need to. They all hate me. Catherine, Warrick, Greg, Grissom, and various other lab techs. They no longer joke with me, or talk to me. Well, they do talk to me, but it's always because they have to for a case, or they want to remind me that I'm a heartless bastard who doesn't deserve to live, which I already know. I don't drink the coffee anymore, unless I make it myself. I'm afraid Greg or someone else is going to poison me. My mind drifts back to a conversation I had with Greg when Sara and me got married.

"Nick?" Greg looked very different in the tux, with his normally wild hair surprisingly neat.

"Yeah?" I replied, smiling the smile that seemed to have become a permanent fixture of my face, ever since we said "I Do".

"If you hurt her, I'll kill you. I will poison your coffee and set you on fire." Sara walked up beside me, grinning at his threat.

"Thanks Greg. I'll be sure to call you every time he starts to annoy me." I chuckled and pulled her close.

"That wont be necessary. I will never hurt her. I love her to much."

"Aww! That's so sweet she exclaimed, kissing me soundly.

The smile on my face faltered as I thought about what had happened later in the marriage.

"I have to have her back." I whisper to myself. I know its going to be hard, probably impossible, to win her love and trust back, but I am not just going to sit here and do nothing. Step one?

End things with Linda.

I hate to hurt her, but I just don't love her. Or really like her, come to think of it. I can't stay with her, lying to her. Lying to myself. I groan as I look at the clock. It's three in the morning. There's no way I'm going to get back to sleep. I might as well get up. I need to figure out where I'm going to stay, and how I'm going to attempt to get my wife back. I pull myself out of bed and get dressed. I pray morning comes soon, for I find myself looking forward to leaving.

A/N: Like it? Hate it? Think I am an evil bitch? (Hehe, I think I am to ;-D) I have a quick question for you. How would you like it I did a chapter in Linda's Point of View? I have some of it written, but I will only put it up if you want it. Well, that's it for now! Remember to review!

--Emily--