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Sleeping with you

"I do not like you." Her words were accompanied by her infamous death glare, so he'd know she was serious.

"It's just that I do not like you..."

"To get involved into the case emotionally." She finished his sentence like she always did, but this time he had to suppress the grin which was trying to surface on his face, because he wasn't sure he could handle her in an angrier state than she was in now. Not that he was handling her very well at this moment.

"Look Nick, it's none of your business and it's definitely none of Grissom's business." He had known when he decided to talk to Grissom about her and the case they were both currently working on that she wouldn't understand his reasoning behind the decision to talk to Grissom, but he certainly hadn't expected her to act like he had committed the sin of all sins.

"Sara, all we are saying is." It had escaped his mouth before he realized it.

"What!"

"Okay, all I'm saying is that you just need to find a distraction." If looks could kill he would have died several seconds ago.

"First of all, you really think you should be the one talking about distractions? Last time I checked spending time with Sara-the-one-who-needs-to find-a-distraction is your distraction." She was right, but hearing her say it hurt nonetheless. He tried to suppress the hurt by thinking she didn't mean it and was just angry at him for talking to Grissom.

"Secondly, the person who makes the we you are so happy to talk about told me it's just empathy, but tell me Nick do you want to sleep with me?" His mouth had suddenly gone very dry.

"So you can tell me it's just empathy when I wake up from a nightmare in which the victims cry out for help." Breathing had just become very difficult for him.

"Because we both know Nick that that same empathy is keeping you awake at night." She was definitely out to hurt him and she succeeded in accomplishing just that.

"Maybe you should talk about that with Grissom. I'm sure he would love to talk about that with you, maybe he will even lay down his spoon and stop eating when he tells you it's just empathy." The sarcasm was dripping from her words.

She never gave him the chance to respond, she left him standing in the parking lot all by himself.

Sara was furious. He had no right. No right to interfere in her life and no right to talk to Grissom.

She was furious but she was also feeling slightly guilty. The look of hurt in his eyes when she said what she said were keeping her awake. She turned back to her stomach for the millionth time that night, kicking away the cover that was supposed to keep her cool at night. Then she turned again just when she heard the dull sound of someone knocking on her front door.

"Hi" He pushed passed her before she had the chance to slam the door in his face or before she could ask him to come in and apologize. The anger and the guilt were still rapidly exchanging in her body.

She watched him walk to her bedroom.

"What do you think you are doing?" She asked after she had followed him into her bedroom where she found him in her bed.

"Yes."

"Yes what?" Anger was rapidly surfacing in her body.

"I want to sleep with you." He patted the open space next to him as if he was in his own bed and inviting her into it, which if she was honest didn't sound that bad.

He had expected her to kick him out of her bed and her house instantly and was shocked to see her crawling over him and dropping herself next to him.

He couldn't resist saying "See no one can resist me."

"Shut up."

He could sense her smiling as she laid her head back on his shoulder.

FIN