Disclaimer: I don't own anything CSI, except seasons 1-4, a pin, a computer game, all the novels and a comic book. "You Are So Beautiful" by Joe Cocker.

Chapter 1:Here Comes The Sun - The Beatles

Sara walked into the crime lab with a grim look on her face. She was already finished with her 2nd shift, and desperately needed sleep. She slipped into the break room to grab a cup of coffee, and then she was going to go home and sleep for days in her nice, big, comfy bed. She also wanted to get out of there before Grissom could give out assignments. Unfortunately, Grissom slipped in right after her. Sara mad herself some coffee then jumped when she saw Grissom sitting there, at the table.

"Jesus Christ, Grissom! Don't you know how to properly say 'hi' or 'hey'! You scare a lot of people when you don't say anything and sneak up on them like that!" Sara said.

So much for getting out before seeing Grissom, Sara thought. Her pulse had slowed down a bit, and the burning hot sludge in her cup hadn't spilled when Grissom scared her.

"Well, I'll have to remember that next time. But right now all the shifts are tapped out, and you just closed your child rapist case. Nick just finished his case too, so you two are my only CSI's left." he handed Sara a small slip of paper.

"419 over in 7 Hills. And let Nick drive, you look a bit tired." Grissom left Sara speechless.

So what, she thought. He can acknowledge that I'm tired, but won't let me go home! Sara looked upon the slip of paper with an ungrateful look. Nick walked into the break room. He grabbed a cup of coffee and walked over to Sara.

"So, you ready?" he asked. Nick Stokes was a well built man, in his middle 30's, with sharp, dark brown eyes and slicked-back brown hair. His eyes and nice smile gave off a warm, kind, homely feeling.

"Are you awake?" she asked.

"I just slept for 9 hours." he said.

"Ugh. You're awake. I hate you. Go die." Sara walked out of the break room, with Nick scurrying behind her.

"Lemme guess. You pulling a double?" Nick asked. The only thing Nick could get out of her was a grunt, so he took it as a yes. They climbed into Nick's Denali, and sped off towards the crime scene. On the way there, Sara had fallen asleep in the car. She woke up a few hours later, with Nick carrying her to her bed.

"Nick . . .what . . ." Sara started. When did I fall asleep? She thought. More so, when did Nick have a key to get into my apartment?

"Shh . . . You fell asleep in the car on the way to the crime scene. I let you sleep, considering how much you needed it. I took care of the crime scene, don't worry. When I was finished, I drove over here to bring you home. Oh and I got in here by a spare key I found under the mat outside."

So much for having a hidden spare key, Sara thought. A strand of Sara's silky hair had fallen in front of her face, and Nick brushed it away with his hand.

His hand is so warm . . . unlike Grissom, she thought. She pushed her face into his palm.

At first, Nick was taken aback by this gesture. Nick had a crush on Sara since the day she came to work the Holly Gribbs case. Everyone knew that Sara liked Grissom, but Nick never gave up hope. Could his dream possibly be coming true? He hoped it was, and with the same hand, he cupped her chin tenderly.

Nick's eyes seem . . . different . . . somehow . . . Sara thought. They all knew that Sara was over Hank, after he had used her to cheat on his girlfriend. But no one really knew that Sara was over Grissom. Only a few suspected it. Sara didn't want a man that would take a lifetime to decide something, and then when he did decide, the moment was already gone.

Sara thought, Could Nick be the man I'm looking for? Do I have feelings for him?

But before she could answer that, Nick was lying opposite of her on her bed, his hand still cupping her chin.

"Sorry. I'm a bit tired. You don't mind if I rest here for a while?"