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A/N: Sorry for the cliffy last time, but I'm having too much fun:P
thanks to heartagram69 for helping me with my writers block. I hate writers block. It's a bitch. Just like Sofia. (oops, did that
slip out?)
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"So Nicky. Boxers or breifs?" I repeat.
Nick gives me a look.
"Boxers."
He blushes and takes a sip of his coffee. A sip turns into a gulp. He stares into his mug.
I know it's mean, but I feel the need to bug him a little.
"May I ask the reason?"
He gives me another look.
"They're more... comfortable."
"Comfortable how?" I cock my head and raise my eyebrows.
"Don't make me say it, Sidle." He slumps a little in his chair.
"Sorry cowboy. I just couldn't resist. Next question."
I open my wallet and pull out a quarter, I drop it on the table.
"And this one has both heads and tails." I raise an eyebrow at him. "Flip it, Nicky."
"We don't have a question."
That stops me in my tracks.
"Well, since you answered, don't you, logically, get to decide the next question?"
"I do. So the next question will be, hmmm... Bra size. Just to, you know," he gives me a smirk, "get back at you for that last one."
"That's a little hard for you to answer if the coin lands on tails."
He winks.
"Every guy has a preference."
I reach across the table and smack him on the arm.
"No way. I'm not answering that. And I don't care to hear your preference."
"Come on, Sara. Fair is fair."
"Not when it's asking me my bra size it isn't. New question."
He realises I'm not playing around. He gulps audibly.
"You know, Sara. I wasn't serious. I didn't actually want to know your..."
"Forget it. New question." I try to keep my face serious, he's cute when he thinks I'm mad.
He thinks for a minute.
"You know what? Let's just scrap the coin thing. We'll both answer. Fair?"
"Okay."
He smiles.
"So, my turn. What side of the bed do you sleep on?"
I roll my eyes. It's kind of a cheesy question.
"Left, what about you?"
He gives a little laugh.
"Well, I sleep on the right side. So I guess that means we won't have to fight over it."
He winks. I can't help but stare, Nick's being unusually bold.
"That's too bad" I say with a wink, "you know how much I like fighting."
"Now come on, Sar'. No one knows that better then me."
His accent is getting stronger, next thing I know he'll be calling me "Darlin".
"So darlin', I do believe it's your turn."
"I do belive it is, cowboy."
"I do believe that you need to ask me a question."
I let out a giggle. It's so unlike me that I clap my hand over my mouth. I give myself a moment to regain composure, before I open my mouth again.
"I do believe I do. Okay... Hmm. First kiss. How old were you, who was it with, good, bad? Etcetera."
He leans back in his chair, shuts his eyes, and smiles.
"I was about 13. It was with my girlfriend, Missy Whitman. Blonde, Blue eyes..."
I cute him off.
"Come on, Nick, speed it along."
He sits back up and smirks at me.
"Gettin' a little jealous, miss Sidle?"
"In your dreams. Come on."
He cocks his head.
"Like I said, Missy Whitman, man, she was hot. Anyway... We were at the ice cream store, and I bought her a sundae. I jus teaned across the table and did it. I'd say I was pretty damn good. We went out for more then a year, so I guess she must have liked me. Your turn."
I smile back at him.
"Well. I was a little older then you, but that shouldn't be a surprise." I wink at him. "I was 15, it was with this guy, his name was Nick, actually. Nick Smythe. It was at a party, and we were watching a movie. He put his arm around me and after, like, half and hour, I just kissed him."
NIck smiles.
"Well, Sara. I knew you were forward, but wow."
"Why would this surprise you? I kissed you, didn't I?"
"Touche"
I laugh.
"Nick... French with a Texan accent? No."
"Alright, alright. My turn, What about... Your dream job when you were a kid?"
He smiles again. He takes a huge gulp of his coffee.
"Well, " I say, "when I was a little girl, I always wanted to be an actress. I don't know why. I mean, I did school plays and things,but I was never very good. Not good enough to make it, anyway, besides, I always liked science more. What about you?"
He opens his mouth, then pauses.
"Why didn't you go for it? I bet you were great."
I try to think of a way to explain it.
"Family stuff... Got in the way."
He sees my face, I guess I don't look too happy, I mean, who can blame me? I suppose he knows he should stop asking about it.
"Okay. Sorry."
I blink my eyes a few times and give him a little smile.
"So, what's your answer? Don't think you're gonna get away that easily."
I try to muster up a big smile.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry bout that. Well, you promise you aren't gonna laugh?"
"Just tell me."
"Don't get your panties in a twist..."
"I won't, that's your job."
"I always wanted to be a... What did you just say?"
I smile.
"Never you mind, Nicky."
"But you said..." He shakes his head. "Anyway. When I was younger I wanted to be a fireman. I know it's real cliche, but when I was a teenager I had that whole fantasy about, you know, being the big hero, getting called to the scene and saving the pretty girl."
I cock my head and smile.
"But you don't get to save the pretty girl in this line of work."
"No. That I don't. I changed my mind. We all change courses once in a while."
He takes a long gulp of his coffee. I realise I've barely had any of mine, I take another sip. It's getting cold. I take a long gulp. I hate cold coffee.
"Your turn Sar'. Ask away."
"Hmm.. What to ask about Nick Stokes? What don't I know?" This is harder then I thought. "Okay, I've got one, it's a little boring, but here goes. What's the farthest place from here you've ever been?"
He looks a little confused.
"Here being...?"
"The United States."
He nods and takes a gulp of coffee.
"Well, I'm not much of a world traveller, but I'd say the farthest I've been is to an aircraft carrier out on the Atlantic ocean."
"When did you do that?"
"I had an uncle in the navy. I was 15 and got special permisson. What about you?"
I smile. I remember that trip. It was one of the best times in my life.
"When I was 17 my fost... My mom... Got me a trip to Sweden as a graduation present. I spent a month there. It was really amazing. It's a beautiful country.
"I bet it's nice there. Maybe we could again."
"We?"
"You loved it there, and I want to go. So, I believe it's my turn to ask you, am I right?"
I take a sip of my coffee, it's colder. I gulp the rest of it down.
"Yes. Ask away."
He looks pensive for a second.
"Okay, this one's a little weird, but if you could be an ice-cream flavour, what would you be?"
I burst out laughing.
"WHAT?"
He smiles.
"Think, come on. Be creative, Sar'."
I sit back in my chair, I'll show him creative.
"Okay, I think I'd be rocky road."
He furrows his brow.
"Why would that be?"
"Well, my life has been anything but smooth, ergo, rocky road."
I cock my head and stare back at him.
"What about you?"
"Chunky Monkey."
It's my turn to look confused.
"And that would be because...?"
He shrugs.
"I like it. Besides, the name is funny."
"Very creative, Nicky."
"Hey, I only told you to be creative."
I roll my eyes at him. He responds by taking a gulp of his coffee. He finishes it, and then proceeds to toss the cup toward the garbage can. He misses.
"I'll let the lovebirds get that." He says with a wink.
"So, my turn, right? Okay, so, if you had to choose, would you rather be blind, or deaf?"
"Wow, Sara. That's a hard one. Hmmm. Well, I guess If I had to choose... Deaf."
"Why is that?"
He thinks for a second. "I'd still be able to see my friends' faces, I'd be able to see my kids and grandkids someday, I's be able to see my neices and nephews, my mom and dad, my siblings. And besides, I could probably get hearing aids. I'd want to be able to work, to be able to analyze the evidence. I'd also want to be able to read, to watch TV."
He pauses. I can sense that he put a lot of thought into his answer. He finally speaks again.
"So... What about you?"
I purse my lips.
"I'm the exact opposite. I don't know, I'd rather be blind. I'd want to be able to judge people based on what's inside, not appearances." I realise how that sounded. I quickly backtrack. "Not that I'm saying you're shallow, but I've been burned by a lot of people," Hank and Grissom, I think to myself. " because I ignored what was inside."
Nick and I sit in silence for a few minutes, just looking at each other. After a few minutes, he clears his throat and looks at his watch.
"We'd better be getting back to the lab, can I get you another drink before we go?"
I smile.
"I'd like that. But are you sure I can't pay? I have enough money."
"No, no. I'll pay for you, darlin."
I turn to look at the counter, the two kids are cleaning up. I smile at Nick.
"Thanks, Nicky." I lean up and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. He returns the kiss. His lips are warm, it feels great.
I head up to the counter and place my order again. Nick does the same. We get our drinks and head back to the car.
When I sit down, I take a sip of my hot coffee. This is much better then the cold stuff. I get a funny feeling in my stomach, I turn to Nick, he's staring at me.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm just..." He pauses, with a strange smile on his face. "Thinking about that last question you asked. You surprised me."
I smile and bite my lip.
"I like that you let me surprise you."
"It's not just that. It made me realise how much I love looking at you. Your smile, your eyes, even your hands, you're just so beautiful, and you surpise me every day, because it's like... You get more beautiful every day. But it's not just the way you look, you have this... This, amazing heart, you see people for who they are meant to be. That surprises me."
I can feel my mouth drop open a little. I try to speak.
"I like that you let me surprise you."
Nick looks at me for a second.
"Me too."
He leans in, and for the first time, he kisses me. It's one of the best kisses I've ever had. It's like we're one form, we seem to know each other's next move. After a minute or so, he pulls back.
"So... What say we continue the, er, game, after work?"
I smile.
"I'd love to."
And with that, we drive off, back to work.
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