"How can you really know anyway?" Sara sat on one end of Nick's couch and he sat on the other, both of them were sipping bottles of some microbrew that Nick kept stocked in his fridge.

"I don't know, Sara." Nick sounded tired and worn out. "I just thought that since she stuck with me through that she was it. I guess I didn't consider that she might feel guilty about breaking up with me right then."

"You know I never really liked her very much." Sara confessed hoping that it would make Nick feel better and not worse.

Nick arched a single brow at her. "I know."

As he took a swig of his beer, Sara looked a little surprised. "You knew?" She thought she'd done a pretty good job of liking Amy for Nick's sake, but she should have known that Nick knew her better than that.

Nick laughed. "Warrick didn't like her either, and I'm sure that if Catherine had spent more than five minutes alone with her, she would have had a few opinions too."

Sara furrowed her brow. "Well if you knew that none of us liked her, why did you stay with her?" Not that he needed their permission to date anyone, but she thought they all had pretty good insight into people's character.

"'Cause I liked her." Nick replied honestly. "You know how it is; you're too blinded by your own feelings to see what's clear as day to everyone else."

Sara pursed her lips together in a bit of a good natured sneer. "You mean Hank." She hadn't dated much since she had found out that Hank was using her to cheat on his girlfriend and then she'd been so obsessed with Grissom that she wouldn't have noticed anyone else anyway.

"No, I did not mean Hank, but since you brought him up...what did you ever see in him anyway? He was sort of pompous and he had a weak stomach." At that last comment Nick winked at her in teasing.

"I liked him...at least until I found out that I was the other woman." Sara took another sip of her beer.

For some reason, Nick found the whole conversation humorous at that point. "You know it appears that you and I have incredibly bad taste in who we date."

Sara was about to protest, but he was right. Her run of luck with men since she'd moved to Vegas was deplorable. She let out a soft chuckle, fingering the neck of the beer bottle. "I don't even have to date them to have bad taste in them."

Nick just shook his head. "Ah, Sara, Grissom's just too damn absorbed with his career to notice anyone. You shouldn't take it personally." He knew that she had been harboring feelings for their boss for a long time and that if Grissom was honest with himself that he had feelings for Sara too. The problem was, Grissom was already married to his career and he wasn't about to give it up for something as intangible as love.

"It's a little hard not too." She admitted before setting her beer down on his coffee table. "He sends all these mixed signals and then when I confront him about it, he just sits there like a fish out of water moving his mouth with no words coming out."

Nick considered her words for a moment and then smiled at her a bit tentatively. "Sara, don't take this the wrong way...you need to let it go...he's not ever going to do anything about it."

Sara knew he was right, but it didn't hurt any less to hear the words. She'd been working at moving on for a while, but it was hard to do when the object of your affection that you were trying to get over worked with you on a daily basis. She furrowed her brow. "Hey, when did this turn into my pity party?" She tilted her head slightly and gestured towards Nick. "This is your pity party."

Nick snickered. "I guess you needed it more than I did."

Sara smirked at him a bit self consciously. "I do not need a pity party." She was thankful for his friendship; over the years she'd known him, there wasn't much she couldn't talk to him about.

"Ok, fine, this is my pity party and I want another beer." He pulled himself off of the couch and quirked an eyebrow at her. "What about you, Sar, you want another?"

She considered it for a moment and then shook her head. "I shouldn't, I've still got to drive home." She didn't want to impose herself on Nick any more than she had.

"You could stay you know...I've got a spare room." Nick really didn't want to be alone. He knew he was going to have to be, but not today.

Sara let out a yawn.

Nick smirked. "See, you're too tired to drive, you have to stay." His smirked softened into a smile. "I'd like it if you stayed..."

"Are you still having nightmares?" Sara sounded concerned. She wouldn't mind staying; Nick needed a friend and she had vowed to herself before they'd found him that she would do anything for him if they could just find out where he was buried before it was too late.

Nick nodded somberly and absentmindedly reached up and rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. "It's just hard to sleep when no one else is around."

"I wouldn't mind another beer." She smiled softly at him.

"Ok, two beers coming up." Nick felt an incredible sense of relief that she was going to stay and as he padded his way into his kitchen he smiled. He returned a few moments later and sank into the couch, handing Sara her beer.

"Thanks." She took a long swig and let out a satisfied sigh as she trailed a finger down the bottle where the condensation was gathering.

"No problem." Nick took a long drink and glanced at Sara. "Did I tell you that I stopped by her house after I left the lab?"

Sara winced. "How did that go?"

"I didn't get out of the truck. She wasn't alone." Nick was cradling the bottle of beer in his hands and studying the label intently.

"Oh, Nick." She knew how that felt and it made her dislike Amy all the more.

"And that's not even the worst of it." He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "I know the guy; he's been dropping hints to her the whole time we've been going out that he's available if she ever got tired of me."

Sara looked sickened. "No offense Nick, but you need better friends."

Nick shook his head and then smiled at her, his expression and tone conveying much. "No...no, I think I've got the best kind of friends."