A/N: Thanks for all the super inspring reviews! You guys are totally awesome! Here's chapter two, hope you enjoy it!
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10:05 AM
"Ugh, I still can't find anything to wear." Sara muttered to herself, wrapped in a towel as she searched through the closet in annoyance.
"Sar, breakfast is ready!" Nick shouted up the stairs, hoping she could hear him. He had heard the water stop running, so he assumed she would be out of the shower. Truthfully, breakfast had been ready a while back, but he had waited for her, unpacking the kitchen as he did so.
"Coming!" Sara shouted back, still fighting her way through a pile of clothes that had been causally dumped on the walk-in floor. She sighed in relief when she found her favourite pair of jeans; the ones that Nick had said hugged her in all the right places. A smile crossed her lips at the thought as she pulled them on over her underwear. Deciding to wear an old t-shirt incase it got dirty while she was working, she grabbed the closest shirt she could find and threw it on. It was the shirt the team had been given after running the annual LVPD marathon. She then picked up the hair tie that sat on her night table and made her way downstairs.
Sara's stomach rumbled angrily, demanding she find the source of the wonderful aroma that had filled the sizable two story house. "Mmm… Nicky, that smells so good…" Sara snuck up behind him, grabbing his shoulders. He jumped in surprise. "Scared ya."
"Thank you, and no, you didn't." Nick turned from the sink where he'd been washing a few dishes and putting them in cupboards. A crooked grin crossed his face when he saw what Sara was wearing. "Memories, eh?" He nodded at the navy baby-tee.
"Yes indeed, memories…" Sara looked down at the LVPD symbol on her chest, smiling softly. She jumped when the phone rang.
"You plugged the phone in?"
Nick looked at her incredulously. "Of course." He made to pick it up, bringing the black handset to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey Pancho!"
"Dad? What's up? The caller ID says your calling from somewhere local…"
"Yes, that's because we're in town. Thought we'd drop in for a surprise visit! Your mother had a conference in town, so I just tagged along. Got some vacation days, you see… You don't mind, do you?"
Nick made a fleeting glance at Sara, looking worried.
"No… it's fine… hey, Dad, can I call you back in a minute, I'm in the middle of something."
"Oh, sure, son. Just call my cell. Don't be too long, though."
"Alright. Talk to you in a few." Nick hung up, biting his lip.
"What's up?" Sara looked rather confused, wondering who had been on the other line.
"That was my Dad." Nick mumbled, staring at the floor for a moment before gazing into his girlfriend's eyes. "He and my Mom are in town, they want to pop in for a visit." He watched her for a reaction.
"Oh… I guess we could have them come to the housewarming party." Sara suggested simply, shrugging. Nick raised his eyebrows and looked around the room, acting as if she was missing something completely obvious. "Look at the place! And my parents don't even know about you." For the first time in a while, Sara saw Nick look genuinely tired.
"Well, I'll admit that it sucks, Nick. But they couldn't have chosen a more convenient day to 'pop in'- at least while they didn't know about me, anyway. We're already having company, so it should be fine. Call them up again… and just tell them." A mischievous look spread across Sara's pretty features. "Or rather… Do they have a good sense of humor?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess…" Nick answered, slightly apprehensively.
"Then tell them you moved, but don't tell them about me. I can be a surprise," she winked. Nick was amazed at her calm front toward the situation. He had half expected the occasionally temperamental Sara Sidle to panic or become angered at the sudden development.
"Alright, if that's what you want." Nick winked at her, picking up the phone again. "I'll play along."
10:15 AM
"They'll be here at two." Nick told Sara, putting the phone down again. He looked at his watch and continued: "It's quarter after ten now, so we have a couple of hours. The others will be here at one, right?"
"Yeah, Cath and Warrick are bringing Linds, I'm pretty sure Grissom will be coming with them. Oh, and I talked to Greggo last night after shift." Sara grinned, putting a stack of glasses away in an overhead cupboard. "He's bringing his girlfriend."
Nick laughed and made his way over to help her unload the boxes of kitchenware; picking up a case of cutlery and finding an appropriate drawer to the right of the sink. "Is she the one with the impossibly green eyes?"
"No, actually… I think I heard him say she had blue eyes." Sara replied, looking thoughtful. "Apparently, she's a doctor of physics at the UNLV." Nick whistled.
"Wow, Greggo's found himself a girl with a Ph.D!"
"I get the feeling he likes women who are smarter than him…" Sara cocked an eyebrow with a sly smile, fully aware that Greg had a crush on her. Nick caught the joke, grinning with another laugh. Sara offered a quick wink before stepping down on a footstool she'd used to reach the top ledge above the cabinet. Picking up a recipe book she'd fished out of a box, she smiled.
"Is this yours?"
"Yeah. My Mom gave it to me when I moved out. She said I'd need to learn to cook for myself if I was going to live so far away." Nick shook his head, smiling as he remembered the day his Mother had given him the cookbook. "She used to make all kinds of desserts at home."
"Mmm. Tiramisu. I know you like that…"
"Yeah, Tiramisu is my favourite." Nick smacked his lips playfully.
"Well, we need to make some food to serve our guests. They're already bringing a dish of their own each, but we still need to make something." Sara told him, flipping through the pages of "Good Cookin'". "Ooh, yum. Rice pudding. I remember that stuff, my grandmother had a British friend that used to make it. My grandma let me try some once, before my parents…" Sara broke off, staring at the picture of the dessert on the page. "Anyway, I think we should make it."
Nick looked a little concerned at her sudden halt when the subject of her parents came to mind. He let it his concern, however, slip to the back of his mind, somehow knowing his mentioning it would upset her. "Alright, you can make the rice pudding. I'll make the tiramisu!" He suggested with a smile, flattening the now empty box labeled cutlery and chucking it in a pile with the other empty boxes.
"Fine, so dessert is covered. There's an interesting recipe in here for Macaroni Salad that should be fine for part of dinner or a snack." Sara looked up from the book once more. "How do you feel about something on the BBQ for supper?"
"Sounds good to me. You bought the hamburgers and hotdogs last night?"
"Yeah, they're in the fridge. I'd stay away from the hot dogs, if I were you, though." Sara flicked her curly hair from her face, avoiding Nick's eye. "But make sure Greggo eats one." Nick looked perplexed.
"Why?"
"Because they're veggie-dogs." She bit her lip, trying to hold back the laughter that threatened to burst out of her. "And I still have to pay him back for filming me snoring on the couch in the break room. I woke up and he was standing there with a camcorder. Pervert." Sara snarled, remembering the day last week that the quirky lab tech had run around the lab with his camcorder, following her and Catherine around like a stalker.
Nick fought as she had to control his laughter. "Yeah, I heard about that. You know, you should have seen his face when I told him we were moving in together…" Nick followed Sara as she made her way to the fridge to pull out ingredients she needed for rice pudding, placing his hands on her sides and pulling her close as she stood back up.
"I love you, Sar…" Nick spoke softly, playing with her hair again as he placed a passionate kiss on her pink lips. She responded fully, placing her hands on his chest and dropping the can of evaporated milk that she'd fetched from the fridge to the floor. Slowly her palm cupped his jaw, drawing him ever closer as she moaned slightly into the kiss.
"Me too…" Sara whispered into his ear after the pair had reluctantly parted, knowing that if they didn't cool it, things could get a little risqué in a hurry. Nick allowed a soft smile to cross his lips as he heard her words; he loved hearing her confirm what he knew. His fingers continued their toying of her soft raven hair; he loved it when Sara left it curly. "We need to start cooking." She whispered again, the air tickling his ear wonderfully. Sara felt him shiver as she spoke; placing another soft kiss on his neck before pulling away to pick up the can she'd dropped from the fridge.
Chapter 3 will be up tomorrow! Please R&R, tell me what you think!
-Sahariah