Disclaimer: Still not mine, none of it.
A/N: The title is well something I made up after trying to come up with a better title. For all my fellow Snickers some N/S interaction.
The case of the clicking pen
He was clicking with his pen. Open, close, open, close.
To say it was driving her crazy was an understatement, but as far as she was concerned he had every right to drive her crazy or anyone else for that matter.
But she was the one working with him and therefore the one who had to restrain herself not to snap at him to stop it.
He had asked to work with her, because she made him feel safe.
That had made her laugh out loud when it reached her ears through the rumor mill. She, Sara Sidle, the lose canon with a gun was making someone feel safe, what a joke. Guess, he didn't lose his sense of humor, she thought when she'd finally stopped laughing.
Ecklie and Grissom didn't think it was funny and weren't too thrilled about it, although she suspected they both had different reasons for not liking her working with Nick.
But who could deny him something, anything that would give him a feeling of safety after what he had been through?
They certainly wouldn't be the ones to tell him he couldn't work with her and so they passed the ball to her, telling her she mostly would be doing paperwork if she agreed, almost blackmailing her into saying no.
Didn't they know her at all? Didn't they know that stubborn was her middle name? That she would do this not only because she really wanted to, but also because it would tick them off?
So without hesitating she agreed and found herself listening to the annoying clicking noise of his pen surprised to actually miss it when he suddenly stopped.
Carefully she raised her head, trying to see what he was up to, without letting him know that she was observing him.
"What were you thinking?"
The stupid thing was that she actually knew what he was referring to.
"Angry." She answered now openly staring at him.
"Not scared?" He seemed surprised
"I guess."
"You guess?" That same surprised tone of voice.
Uncomfortable.
"Scared, angry, determined to survive, because for the first time I actually wanted to."
He acted like he didn't notice her words for the first time, but made a mental note to come back to it some day.
"You?" Almost sounding confrontational, something her PEAP counselor would tell her she would have to work on changing.
"Scared, angry, desperate to survive." He said avoiding her gaze.
"Wanna have breakfast after shift?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"We may have to pull a double."
Smiling now.
"You buying?"
"Only when you stop clicking your pen."
FIN