Nick had thought that maybe he'd dreamt that Sara had followed him to Dallas, but as his eyes slowly opened a smile spread across his face at the realization that it had been no dream. She lay there next to him, her eyelashes fanned out across her cheeks and a look of peace on her face. He wasn't sure how long they'd been sleeping, but he didn't really care. The only thing he really knew for sure right then was that Sara had strong enough feelings for him that she'd jumped on a plane and gone after him.

He couldn't resist scooting over and brushing his lips against her cheek, his fingers trailing down her shoulder, smoothing out the sleeve of her t-shirt that had bunched up while she was sleeping. The sight of her laying there had Nick feeling things that he wasn't sure he'd ever really felt before, and for a brief moment there was nothing else in the world besides him and Sara.

She began to stir at the sensation of his fingertips brushing against her arm and as her eyes fluttered open a smile spread across her face. "Hey."

"Hey." Nick smiled back and then leaned in and kissed her soft and slow, relishing in the feeling of her lips against his. There was no rush in their kiss, just a slow leisurely exploration of each other's mouths.

As they broke apart a few minutes later, Sara had an arm slung lazily across Nick's waist and she couldn't keep the smile off of her face as she looked into his eyes. "I could get used to that."

Nick chuckled softly and grinned back at her. "So could I." He just wanted to be there with her; no interruptions, no outside distractions; just he and Sara. He leaned in and kissed her again, intent on slowly showing her just how glad he was that she was there with him.

Sara just wanted to get lost in his kiss, wanted to show him that she was there and she was in no hurry to be anywhere else.

They might have both gotten their wish had it not been for Nick's dad coming into the guest house and calling out towards the bedroom. "Nicky, are you decent?"

Nick could tell from the tone of his voice that it was important and he knew his father well enough to know that he wouldn't barge in on him without a reason. He pulled away from Sara and gave her an apologetic smile before calling out to his dad. "Uh, just a second..." He let out a frustrated sigh and slipped out of bed, grabbing his t-shirt from where he'd tossed it after things between he and Sara had started to heat up.

Sara whispered to him, feeling rather self conscious in her semi-undressed state, even under the covers. "I'll just stay here."

Nick grinned at her and shook his head in amusement before he headed out into the great room of the guest house. He looked at his dad inquisitively. "What did you need, Cisco?"

"You and Sara gonna sleep the day away?" It was a question meant to tease and to put some semblance of small talk between them before Bill Stokes got to the point.

Nick rubbed the back of his neck a bit nervously. "We work nights...we're used to sleeping during the day...what's going on, dad?" He could tell from his father's expression that there was another reason that he'd come out to talk to him.

"Your boss, Dr. Grissom called. He needs to talk to you about the case." As much as he'd seen some horrendous things cross his court room, the fact that this case touched his son made it different.

Nick quirked an eyebrow. "Why didn't he call my cell phone?" Nick knew that if Grissom had called his parents' house that it must not only be important, but it meant that he needed to answer some more questions, and probably in short order.

"Said he tried." Bill Stokes let out a sigh. "Look, son, I've tried to keep my nose out of your love life..." He glanced in the direction of the bedroom. "Don't blow it with her...she reminds me of your mother." What he didn't say was regardless of the circumstances surrounding his breakup with Amy and her murder, he was glad that Nick wasn't with her; but he like many people didn't want to speak ill of the dead; it just seemed to be in poor taste.

"I'll keep that in mind." Nick wasn't about to put his cards on the table regarding Sara just yet. He was sure that his parents could tell far more than he was willing to volunteer, but he also wasn't completely sure what Sara was thinking and he didn't want to scare her off by letting things get too intense.

"You better call Dr. Grissom back...it sounded real important." Bill gestured towards the phone hanging on the wall in the small kitchen and then turned to leave, pausing by the door for a moment as he glanced back. "Oh, and I brought Sara's bags over so whenever you two decide to get decent we're gonna have a little supper over at the house."

"Thanks, dad." Nick acknowledged as he watched his dad walk out the door. He furrowed his brow as he searched around a bit for his cell phone, finally locating it stuck between two cushions on the couch. He flipped it open and noticed that he had several missed calls, all of them from Grissom. He punched in the speed dial and waited for an answer.

Grissom dismissed with formalities. "Nick, I need to ask a few more questions." His tone was a bit brusque, but it was most likely because he was running down a lead and he was trying to decipher data as it came in.

"Ok." Nick sank down onto the couch, suddenly tired again.

"When exactly did you and Amy consummate your relationship?" Grissom sounded all business.

Nick almost choked and he furrowed his brow as he considered all the reasons that Grissom might need that little tidbit of information. "Uh, about a couple of weeks before...before my ordeal."

"You mean your abduction." Grissom was just trying to clarify things.

"Uh, yeah...It was exactly two weeks before that...I remember because I took her out for a special dinner..." His words sort of trailed off. He felt a little strange talking about his sex life with Amy when Sara was in bed in the next room. "Hey, Gris, what are you getting at?" He had a pretty good idea, but he wanted to hear it from Grissom.

"Amy was pregnant." Grissom answered succinctly.

Nick felt bile rising up in the back of his throat and he couldn't quite bring himself to ask the question, but he forced himself to anyway. "Uh, am I?...How far?"

"You're not the father, Nick." Grissom's tone softened considerably as he finally realized that this probably wasn't the best way to be having this conversation. "She was about twelve weeks along according to Doc Robbins' preliminary report."

Nick felt a rush of relief. It wasn't that he never wanted to be a father, he was just thankful that the child Amy was carrying wasn't his, that he didn't have to grieve over losing a child he would never know. And it was also suddenly clear to him just why she was so desperate to get back together with him and the thought occurred to him that this little piece of information took the spotlight off of his former buddy John too. "Good. Great." He didn't sound all that convincing; the whole situation was just too damn sad.

"Nicky." Grissom's voice took on a fatherly tone. "Do you know who else she may have dated over the last few months?"

Nick only wished that he could give him the information he needed. "No, I don't...but you might try her friend Courtney. I don't know her last name, but I'm sure she would know."

"Nick." It was evident that Grissom had a bit of a smile on his face.

"Yeah?"

"Did Sara get there ok?" Grissom didn't sound overly concerned, just curious.

"Yeah, she did." A grin spread across Nick's face as the woman in question padded out of the bedroom looking much more clothed that he would have liked, a situation he planned on rectifying as soon as he got off the phone.