Rescue Me Series
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI (but I wish I did).
Author's Note: I hope you liked my last story and I hope you enjoy this story. I'm not sure where I'm going with it, but each chapter is going to be its own story. One-shot
Nick and Sara
Sara walked over to her Tahoe after an exhausting double shift. All she wanted right now was a hot shower and her soft bed, but as she approached her car, Sara knew that plan was in the wind. Hank, her ex-boyfriend, was leaning against the car smiling at her.
"What do you want Hank?" Sara asked impatiently walking around him to unlock the door.
"To talk to you," he replied simply.
"Then talk," she said bluntly getting into the car.
"I was thinking more of at a restaurant over dinner," he leaned into the car.
"I don't think so," Sara pulled the door shut, but Hank stopped it with his hand. "Hank let go," she tugged on the door.
"No," he said and grabbed her arm. Hank pulled Sara out of the car and pushed her up against the car. He put his other hand beside her head and leaned in. "Come on Sara, let's get out of here," he whispered in her ear.
"Hank," Sara tried to get herself free. "Let me go."
"The lady said let go," a Texan voice ordered from behind Hank.
"Get out of here buddy," Hank muttered. "This ain't your problem."
"Yes it is. That's my friend you're bothering." Nick grabbed Hank and pulled him off Sara. Hank came at Nick with his fists raised. Nick knocked him flat on his back with one punch. "Stay away from her," Nick warned Hank and turned back to Sara, who was watching the whole exchange.
"Are you okay Sara?" Nick asked worriedly. He gently took her arm and fingered the bruise appearing on her upper arm.
"I'm fine," Sara said, but Nick could tell she was lying as her hands were shaking violently. He took her hands and held them between their bodies. Sara tried smile at him but she could manage a grimace.
"Come on," Nick guided Sara to the passenger seat of her car. "I'll drive you home."
Sara got into the car and Nick went back around to get into the drivers seat. "How are you going to get back to your car?" Sara asked him once he got in the car, as she handed the keys.
"I'll get a cab back here once I drop you off," Nick replied.
"I don't want to be any trouble," she said as Nick started the car.
Nick looked at her with a shocked expression on his face. "Sara, you'll never be any trouble. Ever," he exclaimed, grabbing her hand which was rested on the centre console. 'Don't ever think you can't ask for my help." For the rest of the ride, they sat in silence, Nick never releasing Sara's hand.
Nick and Sara sat in the car in the parking lot of Sara's apartment. "Here are you're keys," Nick handed Sara her car keys.
"Thanks Nick," Sara said quietly glancing at him. "Do you want to...," she started to say, but Nick spoke at the time.
"I guess I should...," Nick said. They both laughed and Nick volunteered, "You first Sara."
"Do you want to come in for a beer or something?" Sara asked uncertainly.
"Sure," Nick grinned and they both got out of the car and went up to Sara's apartment.
"Go ahead," Sara dropped her keys on the front table, "make yourself at home." Nick sat down on the couch and gazed around the apartment, it was very Sara, casual but classy. "Do you want a beer?" Sara yelled from the kitchen.
"Sure," he yelled back, standing as she entered the room. "Thanks," he said accepting the beer and sitting again once Sara lowered herself into the chair across from him.
They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments until Sara spoke.
"I really appreciate what you did Nicky," Sara thanked him shyly.
"It was nothing," Nick shrugged off the praise.
"No," Sara said firmly, leaning forward and grabbing his hand. "It is something. Thank you, Nicky." Nick didn't say a word, just smiled back at Sara, who remained holding his hand.
Suddenly, they heard the loud crack of thunder outside the window. They glanced and could see the rain pelting down and the lightning flashing almost constantly. The lights above them flickered for a few moments but remained on.
"I didn't notice how bad it had gotten," Sara murmured.
"I guess I better call a cab," Nick said, gazing worriedly at the weather.
Sara looked at him surprised. "You really think I'm going to let you go out in THAT! You can stay hear tonight," she finished, her look silencing any protests that would have come from Nick. "Come on," she pulled him off the couch. "Let's get you some blankets." Sara went over to the linen closet and pulled out a blanket and a pillow. "I don't think I have anything for you to wear," she said handing him the bedding.
"It doesn't matter," Nick shrugged.
They walked back over to the couch just as the power went out and the room fell into darkness. Nick grunted as he kicked the coffee table and fell forward onto the couch, dropping what he carried. Sara screamed as she also tripped on the table and fell onto Nick.
"Nick I'm sorry," Sara tried to push herself off of her, but instead they both fell onto the floor, Nick on top. They both started laughing, Nick resting his head on Sara's shoulder.
They both grew quiet realizing their current position, but neither truly minding. Nick brushed some of Sara's hair off her face as his eyes grew used to the dark. He leaned down closer to Sara's face as she drew herself up. They kissed gently, the feelings that they long harboured for each other finally released. They drew back breathing deep.
"I take it this wasn't what you had in mind when you invited me up," Nick whispered.
"You never know," she murmured as she kissed him again.
The End