A/N: Wow. I am overwhelmed with your response to this story. It is truly amazing. You have no idea how much it means to me to see that you are reading and enjoying this story. Please, keep the reviews coming. I am actually not sure how this will end. Should I make Nick and Sara get back together in the end? Or should they permanently divorce? Email me with suggestions at or put them in a review (I would prefer you email them to me, so others cant see in case I do use the idea to some degree, but sending them in a review is fine to!

Emily—

Disclaimer: Must we still go through this? The day Nick goes around without a shirt and Nick and Sara get together, you will know that I finally took over CSI.

Nick glanced up as he heard the familiar voice calling out his name.

"Hi." He said as Warrick walked up. "Here to remind me that I'm a heartless bastard?" He said, his voice filled with pain.

"Do I really need to remind you?"

"No." replied Nick, his voice soft.

"So, what are you doing here? Your little whore not good enough for you anymore? Did you grow tired of her too?" he asked, his voice harsh. Nick flinched at these words.

"I deserved that." he mumbled, his head hanging in shame.

"Your damn right." Said Warrick, his anger returning.

"If you really want to know, I left her. I-I can't stay with someone when I'm still in love with someone else." Warrick stared at him.

"Are you going to try to get her back? Do you really think you can just waltz back home and she'll forgive you?" He said angrily. "You hurt her. You hurt her bad. You did the worst thing you could possibly do. You left her, and your children. Did you know that they still don't know what's going on? They are asking where the hell you are Nick." He looked back at Nick, to see how the man reacted to his harsh words. To his surprise, he was crying freely.

"Damn it Warrick, you think I don't know that? You think I don't regret what I did every day? I wish that she had never gotten involved with me. I don't deserve anything." He said truthfully, wiping his eyes. He looked back up at Warrick. "Now, if you don't have anything else to say, I need to check in. I'm staying here until I can find a new job, far away from here." He turned and picked up his suitcases. Warrick watched him walk off.

"Nick. Wait." Nick turned towards Warrick.

"What."

"You might still be able to get her back. Don't get me wrong, she's mad as hell at you. But for some reason, she's still in love with you. She is miserable without you."

"Warrick, it's too late. She deserves better."

"Yeah, she does. But she doesn't want better. She wants you. You have to try, if not for her, for the kids. They miss their daddy."

"I miss them too. God I miss them all. Every night, I wonder what the hell I did." Warrick looked at him.

"I can tell you what you did. You ruined the best damn thing to ever happen to you." He said, looking Nick in the eye.

"I'm going to try. Try to get them back." He said, meeting Warrick's gaze.

"You could start by seeing your children. They don't know what a bastard you are. Yet." Nick nodded.

"Thanks."

"For what? Nick, I'm not going to help you with this. You're on your own. I think you deserve to rot in hell for what you did. If you want her back, you have to do it yourself. No one will help you." Nick knew he spoke the truth. He picked up his bags and turned towards the door of the motel. After he unpacked, he would go see Sara.

An hour later, he stood on the doorstep of his old home, where Sara lived. Nick shifted nervously as he heard Sara opening in door. Her face was stony as she looked at him.

"What the hell do you want? I don't have any more of your things." She said, fury evident in her voice.

"I wanted to see my kids." He replied.

"I really don't…"

"DADDY!" Sara groaned mentally as Mandy, her daughter jumped into her Fathers arms.

"Hey baby."

"Where have you been Daddy?" He looked up at Sara.

"I'm sorry honey. Daddy has to go away for a while."

"Dada!" Squealed Adam, their two-year-old son. He joined his sister in hugging their father. Nick looked up at Sara.

"Can I come in?"

"Fine." She said, giving into the pleading faces of the young children.

"Daddy, did you make mommy mad?" Asked Mandy curiously.

"Daddy made a big mistake and made Mommy very mad." He answered.

"Mommy keeps crying. Why is she crying so much daddy?" Asked Adam. Nick looked up at Sara.

"Because Daddy made her sad." He said, meeting her eyes.

"Why don't you apologize?" asked Adam.

"It's complicated." He said, not quite sure what he should say. He smiled. "Now, how have you two been?" for the next hour, he played with his kids, enjoying the sensation of being with them. It seemed like only minutes had passed when Sara interrupted them.

"Alright guys. Its time for your naps. Say goodbye to daddy." The kids groaned but obeyed their mother. They gave Nick one more hug and trooped down the hall to their rooms. Sara turned to Nick.

"Now if you don't mind, I have things to do. And I am sure that your little 'friend' is waiting for you." She said harshly.

"Wait Sara, I wanted to talk to you."

"Talk about what Nick? What could we possible have to talk about?" He took a deep breath.

You um, you haven't gotten the divorce papers to me yet." He managed to say.

"Yeah, well, while you've been sleeping around, I've actually been busy." She said.

"I um, I'm not seeing her anymore." He said.

"Oh, she not good enough for you?" Sara said, hostility evident in her voice.

"She's not you." She looked at him.

"Well, you seemed pretty damn happy about that before." She shot back. Nick sighed. He should have known she would be this hostile towards him. Not that he didn't deserve it, he deserved worse then this.

"Sara, for what its worth, nothing happened before that night. I never cheated on you with anyone." He whispered. She glared at him.

"Well that just makes so much difference." She whispered back, not wanting the children to hear the harsh exchange of words.

"I still love you Sara." He said softly. She turned around.

"Yeah, well, I loved you too. But obviously love just wasn't enough for you." She said, fighting back tears.

A/N: well, I hope that you liked that one. Remember, I am still trying to decide how this thing should end. Divorce or happiness? Email me you suggestions or stick them in a review. Thanks!

Emily—