"Yeah?" he looks up from the papers he is studying.
"I need to use the restroom."
He grins.
"Hey, that's not funny," she snaps.
"But yes," he chuckles, "thinking of how we will manage that..."
"Instead of amusing yourself at me, you should figure out something," Sara grumbles.
Nick laughs.
"Easier to say than do that, Sidle."
Sara frowns.
Some minutes later, the two CSIs cautiously look around in the hallway leading to the ladies' room. With Nick tightly behind, Sara pushes the door and peeks into the room.
"Clear," she glances back at Nick and pulling him along, carefully sneaks into the restroom.
She enters into either stall.
"Sidle, you think I'll be standing and waiting here till someone enters?" Nick looks at her seemingly uneasily.
"You thought I'd invite you in?" frowningly Sara faces him and pushes the door of the stall as much as the cuffs allow.
Outside, with his back to the door, Nick grumbles uncomfortably.
"Hell, why would I? A man standing in the ladies' room is a pretty usual thing after all..."
"Stop whining, Stokes," Sara responds through the door, while troubling with undoing her pants with one hand, "I'm sure you already had had more embarrassing moments with your women."
"None of them was like you," he claims. "This is on the top of my list indeed."
Shifting his weight onto the other leg, Nick uneasily glances towards the restroom's door and asks impatiently, "Are you ready yet?"
"Do you have an idea about how difficult discarding your pants with only one hand is?" Sara snaps.
"Shall I help you?" Nick smirks.
"I bet you'd enjoy that," she frowns.
"Hmmm, I think so," he grins impishly.
Sara opens up the door with a sudden thud, getting him startled a little. Facing Nick, looking deep into his eyes, she grins smugly, "Only in your dreams, Nicky."
He licks his lip teasingly, "I do that every night."
Sara punches him playfully in the chest, "You're..."
"I'm what?" Nick chuckles, raising a brow.
Ignoring the question, with a slight frown, Sara drags him toward the door. Opening it up they bump into Mia. Puzzled, the three just stare at each other.
"Sara..." Mia mumbles, then looks at Nick with shock, "Nick?"
"Uhm.. hi Mia," Sara stutters embarrassed.
"Hi..." Nick joins her, and adds, "Before you'd make a wrong conclusion...Sara and I have been reconstructing a case... to verify a theory..."
"Oh... I hope you've got the expected result," Mia smiles wickedly.
"Yeah..." Sara murmurs, face flushed, forcing a smile.
"Good to know that", Mia smirks broadly and enters the room, leaving the two CSIs alone.
"We must get rid of these damn cuffs before the whole Lab starts to speculate about us," Sara turns to her companion with a resolute expression.
"Same on my mind, Sidle," Nick claims.
Warrick enters the room where Catherine is sorting some reports on their case.
"How are you proceeding?" he approaches her.
She sighs slightly and drops the papers onto the table, "Trying to see through this mess."
The afro man smiles, "The shift is over soon. You'd rather have a break. We can go on with it tomorrow."
"I guess, you're right," Catherine concedes, rushing her fingers through her blonde hair, "My head is full of different results and data..."
"Maybe I can distract you from them," Warrick smirks, "if I tell you the story I've heard from Mia..."
Catherine's eyes lighten up with sudden interest.
"Come on! Share!" her eyes brighten up as she looks at him eagerly with a curious smile.
He smiles back broadly and tells her about Mia's strange encounter with Sara and Nick.
Catherine giggles, "Sara with Nick in the ladies' room?"
Warrick grins, "Yeah."
"My God," Catherine laughs, imagining the situation, "It's more than funny."
"Well, I don't think Sara and Nick concur in your opinion."
Catherine tries to stifle her chuckle, "I wonder what they might have done there actually," a mischievious spark appear in her eyes.
"Not what they pretended to have done for sure," Warrick smirks.
"They are acting a bit strange today indeed," she muses, than asks impishly, "Do you think that...?"
He nods with a conspirating grin, "Yeah, I'm drawn to think that..."
"Well if that's true, I'm glad for them," Catherine smiles. "They would be a nice couple."
"I can just agree on that," he nods, "Such precious women staying alone is a real shame," he notes, exchanging a long stare with the blonde CSI.
TBC