DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters from 'CSI'. They're not my property.
Sara sat in her chair, quietly drinking her coffee. Another case was finished, and now she was savoring some of that free time that followed – no matter how short. She glanced at her watch. There was still time.
"Hey, Sara." With a cup in his hand, Nick smiled at his colleague when he entered the break room.
"Hey, Nick," Sara replied and then took another sip. She saw him take a chair opposite hers with a small paper bag in his other hand. "Enjoy," she said after he pulled out his sandwich.
"Thanks," he said and then took a bite. She smiled at him, and put her coffee cup down. "Oh, thanks for recommending that restaurant, by the way," Nick told her whilst chewing his food. "Megan loved it."
She chuckled. "Glad to hear that, Nick. So, you guys still seeing each other?"
"Yup." He finally swallowed the piece of food. "Wish I had some of your time off right about now."
Sara shrugged. "Bummer," she replied and showed that wide smile of hers.
Nick stopped and looked at her funny. "You seem to be in a good mood today," he said casually.
"Oh…" She paused. "It's probably the weather."
"Reminds me of a song from Garbage," Nick said about this. It had been raining heavily outside, and it was rather depressing.
"Only happy when it rains?"
"That's the one."
Sara shook her head and glanced at her watch. "Guess it works differently for different people."
Nick took a sip from his coffee and then asked, "Got plans for today?"
"As a matter of fact, I do," she replied. The way she would sometimes stretch her words along with her soft voice made it really appealing – like now.
"Like what?"
Sara stood up. It was time to go. "A date in a motel room."
"Oh." This caught him off guard as he never imagined Sara to be the type. "Naughty," he teased her nevertheless.
She was tempted to roll her eyes but gave a laugh instead. "See you, Nick," Sara said before quietly leaving the room.
"Have…fun," he managed to speak out before she disappeared from his view.
"Thank you." Grissom smiled as he took the key. He walked outside, pulled his collar up and hurried towards his room. It was raining cats and dogs this morning; a very unpleasant day, but not something that really bothered him. A small smile peaked through his beard when he saw her standing in front of the door with two cups of hot coffee. "You're early," he said.
"Ah, well… traffic didn't turn out as bad as I feared," she replied, and gave him that wonderful smile of hers he loved to see.
He nodded to the side and then unlocked the door to room 8. "After you," he offered.
"Thank you," she accepted and went inside.
The room looked plain with a double bed, a green chair next to it, and one small nightstand. But it was one not picked by accident. The Magic Fingers next to the bed gave the reason for this choice. Sara stopped to have a good look at the room. "Not the kind I imagined but…"
"It was the only one I managed to find that was available for today. I think I started earning a certain reputation after what I went through to finally find one."
Sara chuckled. "I can picture it."
"Do they know?" he asked as he closed the door.
"Um, Nick's face was worth a look after I gave a mention of our…plans. But no one knows about the mystery man involved," she teased.
Grissom smirked and took the cups before putting them down on the nightstand. Both took off their jackets and then placed them on the chair as the only appropriate place for them. The room itself wasn't of high class…but then, that shouldn't have really been a surprise.
Sara went to use the bathroom because after all the previous cups she had finished before coming here, her bladder demanded it. Grissom, in the meantime, examined the bed with the orange sheets to see if it was good enough – and clean – to be used. His response after the inspection had been in a form of a tame smile. It would do.
He heard the toilet flush and then saw her emerge from the bathroom. That dark brown color of her pants and blouse didn't show much of her figure after Grissom pulled down the curtains.
Both sat down on the bed where Grissom took the cups, and handed one to Sara. They drank a bit and discussed the results of the last cockroach race where Speedy – a Grissom favorite – had taken second place. The cups were returned to the nightstand before both lay down on the bed. Grissom put the coin in. The vibrations began as both closed their eyes.
"Mm… this one is much nicer than the last one," Sara said quietly, referring to their previous experience in the Pink Stick motel room.
"I have to agree," Grissom replied.
Dinner would wait for now.
Note: Special thanks to Cybrokat. :)
