Title: Can't Take It
Summary: Snickers. Follow Grissom, Nick, and Sara through a case; one that could ultimately draw two of our favorite CSIs together.
Disclaimer: If you don't know the drill by now, then yes. I own CSI. If you've any common sense or have been paying attention to these little disclaimers, then no. I don't own CSI.
A/N: Nothing really to say right now. Thanks for the reviews and I hope you like this chapter. I think it longer than most of the others, to make up for the last one, which I think was shorter. Either that or I'm a paranoid freak who wants all of her chapters to be the exact same length. Your call.
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The three stood once again in the doorway to the living room. Even with the furniture and photos moved back to their original positions for the re-enactment the place was still a mess.
"Ok, so, according to Miss Gordan's statement, she and Hobbes were here" Nick said, "on this chair."
"Right" Sara nodded. "Hobbes saw the attacker first; Miss Gordan had to turn around to see him."
Grissom scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Nick, you're about the same build as Mr. Hobbes. Find a comfortable position on that chair, but make sure you can see Sara and me in the doorway."
Nick dipped his head in a small nod, before taking a seat. "Man, this is nice" he chuckled, sinking into the comfortable chair.
"But can you see me or Sara?" Grissom reminded him.
"Right" Nick said, "Let's see…"
After a few minutes of twisting around on the chair while Grissom and Sara looked on, Sara clearly amused, nick found it. His body was perpendicular to the seat; he was leaning against the arm of the chair, facing his supervisor. On leg hung of the front of the chair, the other was draped over the other armrest. "Now what?" he asked.
"We get Miss Gordan in the picture" Grissom supplied, his tone suggesting that was the only logical next step. "Sara, without blocking Nick's view, find a comfortable position on the chair, with your back to me."
Sara looked surprised, but composed herself quickly, raising an eyebrow as she approached Nick. Nick shot her a grin as she tried to find a comfortable position. Another few minutes (coupled with Nick's yelp as Sara accidentally kneed him in the gut) and they found the winning position.
Nick coughed, sharing and amused look with Sara. He could only imagine what Grissom must be thinking; with Sara half straddling-half kneeling on him, her hands splayed across his chest, their position looked compromising to say the least. Nick took a shallow breath, some remote part of his brain registering that Sara's face was mere inches apart from his. He could feel her war breath on his lips as she shot an eyebrow up demurely, unconsciously licking her lips.
Nick felt Sara start to slip from her position; he placed one hand on the small of her back to help steady her. His fingers rested on the small sliver of exposed skin where her shirt and ridden up; just a few inches, but enough to send a jolt of electricity through Nick's body. Sara closer her eyes, gasping softly at the unexpected, though not unwelcome, contact, before opening them to see Nick smiling almost sheepishly at her. She pursed her lips in an attempt to keep from smiling, when Grissom cleared his throat.
"Are you two all set?" he asked. "Comfortable? Nick, you can see me, and Sara, you can't, right?"
Sara just nodded her head, still watching nick, so he answered for both of them, "Uh, yeah Gris. We're cool."
"Good." He glanced around the room. "Nick, you found shards of glass outside the window, indicating it was broken from inside the house. We can assume that's our perp's egress route. The only other was into the living room is this doorway, making it our point of entry. Let's assume I'm out perp."
"Ok. Well, according to Miss Gordan, she and our vic were, uh, otherwise occupied -" Sara supplied, blushing slightly (which did not go unnoticed by Nick) "-so, Gris, you'd have to be pretty much right at the chair for Nick, Hobbes, to notice you."
"Exactly what are you implying, Miss Sidle?" Nick whispered cheekily, as Grissom approached the pair, eliciting a surprised look from Sara, who shushed him. Nick grinned and rolled his eyes. "So then I notice him, Sara turns around when I don't answer what's wrong, and gets socked in the eye."
"Right" Sara confirmed as they played it out. "I fall on the ground; perp grabs me, knife to my throat."
Grissom helped her off the floor before positioning himself behind her. "I tell Nick to get up -" the Texan pulled himself off the chair and into a standing position "-before…"
"I bite you" Sara cut in. "You push me, and I land…here." She knelt by the coffee table before lying on the floor. "So Karen's out of the picture; hit her head on the edge of the table."
"Right" Nick filled in. "Gris, you said our guy had defensive wounds on his hands, so…what? Our perp charges at Hobbes?"
"That would seem likely" Grissom agreed, stepping towards Nick.
Sara pulled herself to a seated position on the floor, narrating as her coworker and supervisor acted out the scene. "They struggle. Hobbes sustains injuries to his face and chest, non-fatal. But Hobbes must have gotten a hit at our perp with that broken champagne glass Gris and I found. Our guy overpowers him, gets him against the wall?"
"Yes" nodded Grissom from where he and Nick were standing against the wall.
"He slits Hobbes' throat, left to right. This position matches the trajectory f blood spatter on the wall" noted Nick, before Grissom's cell phone rang.
"Grissom" he answered it. "Good. Yeah, they're with me. We'll be right over." He hung up, telling Nick and Sara as they walked out of the house. "That was Greg. He's got out results."
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A/N: So, what do you guys think? Let me know :D