this isn't my first fic, but it is the first one i've posted... so i'm not sure if im supposed to be writing this here. i hope you like it... please review

"...so I told her... oh, hold on," Warrick paused to answer his ringing cell phone. "Right now? Ok, then I'll be right over." He flashed an apologetic smile to Nick and Sara. They were all out for dinner to celebrate the team getting back together. "That was Grissom. He needs me on a case. Triple homicide. So I'll see you guys later, ok?"

"Sure. See you, man," Nick said as Warrick hurried off. "So Sara, care to finish dinner with me?"

Sara smiled. She was glad to be able to spend time with her friend, something that was nearly impossible before due to the swing shift and night shift's difference in schedules. "I'd love to. So... Are you glad to be back to the old team?"

"Yeah I am. I really missed working with you." Sara looked up at him, as he realized what it implied. "All of you, I mean." He didn't say this quite as convincingly as he meant to. Recently, he had come to the realization, after seeing her with Grissom and Greg, that the pang of jealousy he felt was probably more than friendly concern. He took a deep breath, and decided to ask her about that. "What about you, Sara? I'm sure you liked having Grissom and Greg with you on every case." He struggled to keep his tone playful.

Sara gave him a fake shove, but he caught onto her hand and held onto it. "Seriously."

Sara sighed. "Nick, no. I've worked everything out with Grissom," she said, remembering her breakfast with Grissom. She had talked to him, told him all she needed to, and soon thereafter was the end of her pained "worship" of him. Finally, she could treat him as she would anyone else. She continued, "And as for Greg... you've seen Greg. He flirts with everyone. I flirt back, maybe, but that's it." She looked down at her hand, which was still being held by Nick. Was he really interested in her? Even when she liked Grissom, she had always felt something for Nick. It was never something she had acted upon, but she decided to now. Leaning as close as possible to Nick, which was hard, given the table between them, she had to keep herself from laughing– she, Sara Sidle, was trying to get one of her best friends to kiss her. She hadn't even done this in highschool. "Why?"

"Uhm..." Nick stopped himself. He knew this was a terrible idea, he was sure this would kill their friendship, but he couldn't stop himself. He leaned in and kissed her, then braced himself for the worst. Why couldn't he have just told her with words, he thought angrily. Not only would Sara hate him, but she would tell Warrick, and possibly other co-workers, who would also be disgusted with him. But when he looked up, she was smiling a huge, shocked-but-happy smile. "Do you understand now?" he teased.

Sara just nodded, still grinning like an idiot. This was becoming one of the best dinners she had ever had– and not because of the food.

"Want to go to the new bar across the street?" Nick interrupted her from her insanely happy delirium.

"Sure. And Nick, do you want to go dutch again?" She said with a laugh, bringing up one of their earlier cases together.