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Summary: NS What if Gina Toscano and Sara Sidle were the same persons? What if Gina couldn't deal with a shooting in Rosslyn and she quit, changing her life and name, becoming an CSI? What if the President comes to Las Vegas and asks Sara to watch Zoey for a weekend? How will Nick feel about Sara putting herself in danger? West wing/CSI crossover

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Chapter 2 – I won't ever forget it

"Oh, my God, Nick I'm so sorry." – she said helping him up. None of them noticed Catherine and Warrick entering the room.

"Damn, girl, you threw Nick like a bag of potatoes. What did he do? Tell me, and I'll kick his ass for you." – Warrick smiled not figuring out that something was going on.

Nick on the other hand didn't feel stupid. He was just worried. Just as he was about to ask her what's wrong when she started to laugh.

"I told you I could take you, Nick!" – her face was smiling, but her eyes weren't. Nick knew that, but again he decided to keep him mouth shut. At least for now. The room was full, and that was no place for that. He accepted her hand for help and got up.

"Nice move, Sar." – Catherine approached the younger woman and patted her on the back. – "Nicky, don't tell me? Sara had to prove to you she's just as strong."

Nick glanced towards Sara giving her a warm look.

"She didn't have to prove that. I know she's just as strong."

She smiled back feeling his warm look. It made her calmer.

Brass on the other hand still felt grumpy.

"Well, I wish I could've decked the mayor like that today. He put me in charge of dealing with Secret service. I almost said: "if someone dies, than call me", but I didn't think that would go very well."

Catherine chuckled.

"I would say not. Well, let's just hope there will be no trouble"

"Yeah, you and me both." – Brass got up from his chair. – "I do have one bad news though. Tomorrow night you'll all have to work. Just for safety."

Warrick growled. It was supposed to be his night off.

"No, no, no. Come on!"

"Sorry, Brown, orders came from a higher place."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Think about this. You could've spent your entire shift dealing with the Secret service, like me. And let me tell you, you don't know misery until you meet a guy named Ron."

Sara shifted from leg to leg, feeling very flushed. Ron was her superior, and he was like Grissom; all work, no play. And he was good in his job. He even commended her on her work in Rosslyn. But, even that couldn't kept Sara from thinking she should've reacted sooner. And Ron understood that. He even helped her get a new life; to change her personal history, her job. She owed him a lot, but until today, she couldn't force herself to think about him.

Considering the fact her shift was over, she dragged herself to the locker room. Her every move was automated. Changing her shirt, taking out her bag, closing the locker. She didn't even notice Nick watching her.

"Sara?"

She jumped dropping her bag on the floor.

"Jeez, Nick! What's wrong with you? Paying me back for before?"

Nick kneeled down to pick up her bag as she tried to normalize her breathing.

"No, I was observing you. You just seem weird."

"Thank you, Nick. You really know how to complement a woman:" – Sara's voice was dripping with sarcasm. She took the bag from him, trying to leave. However, Nick had other plans. He wasn't planning on moving back, so she could pass.

"Well, I am popular with the ladies." – he shot her his smile that always made her feel better. She couldn't stay mad at him long after he started to smile. And she hated herself for that. Nick Stokes started to get under her skin, and she was fighting back.

"It would only complicate things…" – she thought. – "I can't have him, so why torture myself?" However, her mind said one thing and her heart another.

"I know that Nick. You keep mentioning the fact."

Nick pretended to be hurt.

"Why, Sara, don't tell me, I'm making things up?"

"I didn't say that. I'm just saying you like to brag a bit."

"I never bragged in front of you!" – the words left his mouth before he knew it.

Sara looked at him, trying not to give to much attention to his words. But, she wanted to bait a little.

"No, you haven't. Why's that? You think I won't believe you?

"No. I just don't want you to think I'm some kind of a playboy."

"Well, don't worry, Nick. I would never think that. I've met a few playboys, and you're not one of them."

"Well, Sara, that's probably the nicest thing you ever said to me!"

"I think I've said some other things as well that were not completely rude to you." – she smiled at him, realizing they were flirting, but she liked that. It kept her mind off things.

"Yeah, you know, now that I think about it, I remember you mentioning that I have a fine body."

She laughed showing her gap in between her front teeth. A simple thing that always got Nick to stare at her mouth.
"Why am I not surprised you remembered that?"

"Well, how could I forget! I mean, a beautiful woman checking me out! It's something that stays in a man's head."

Her smile widened a bit. Nick Stokes just called her beautiful. And he said it like it was the most normal thing in the world. Again she reminded herself that he's off limits. He can give a compliment, but there's no need to mistake that for anything else.

"Well, I hope you remembered it, because I won't repeat it again. " – she joked, trying to ease up the situation.

Nick noticed her change, like she always changed when conversation got personal. She always tried to change the subject, and she always succeeded. Even with him. However, these days, he noticed it more and more. He noticed a lot of things about her. How she smiles, how she tugs her hair behind her ear, how she can make him feel.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't ever forget it." – he quietly said before leaving the locker room. When the door closed she let out a deep breath she was holding. Things were not getting easier.

The next night the entire shift was sitting in the break room, waiting for Grissom to arrive. Warrick wasn't in a good mood; it was supposed to be his night off, after all. Catherine read some book, Sara some magazine, and Nick was cleaning his wallet.

"Where the hell is he?" – Warrick muttered.

"Well, I saw him talking to Brass a moment ago, so I'm guessing he'll be here soon to give us our assignments." – Catherine responded not looking up from her book. – "Just relax."

"Easy for you to say."

Catherine simply rolled her eyes; Warrick was acting like a child and she wasn't going to deal with him tonight. Just that Grissom and Brass entered the room, looking very grim. Sara's eyes shifted from one to another, and she could see that something was wrong.

"What's up?" – she asked casually.

"Well, it's good that you're all here. We have to go to Bellagio. Apparently there was a murder in one of the rooms – 10 dead. Get ready."

Everyone started to get up, but Sara remained sitting.

"Does this have to do anything with the President being in town?" – she asked with the small voice.

"We don't think so. For now it looks like a regular murder case." – Brass answered her.

"Look what happened to the world? 10 people dead and we're calling it a regular murder case." – Catherine added.

"Well, considering the fact the president is here, it could have been a lot worse." – Sara muttered, got up and exited the room feeling everyone's stares on her.

"What's her fascination for the president?" – Brass asked.

"Maybe she's a devoted Democrat." – Warrick chuckled, while Nick's stare was fixated on the door where Sara went through. Something was definitely going on and he had a hunch the night is going to be a long one. He heard Warrick calling him, wakening him from his though,

"Come one, man. Business calls."

"Yeah, coming…"

AN – Well, here's another chapter. What do you think? This was more for all the Snickers fans (such as myself :))

Next chapter: a little surprise for Sara