A/N: Thank-you for all the constructive reviews and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter 2

Sara has returned to me. I said it, I finally said it. I love her. She calls out to me. She is calling out, "Nick,"

"NICK!"

"NICK!" Greg yelled as he shook the sleeping man. Nick slowly opened his mouth.

"Sara?"

"Take another guess." Greg said unenthusiastically.

Thoughts of Sara were wiped out. Nick opened his eyes to see Greg with his "hair of the day". Greg had gone into a phase where everyday his hair was something new. Today it was blonde with blue streaks running through it; it seemed shaggier than his hair usually was.

Nick sat up and opened up his eyes and ears to take in the information.

"Okay, so the prints that you found were a match to a Bob Notton. Sara is in the interrogation room right now."

"Then why'd ya tell me if Sara's already ahead?" Nick implored.

"This is partially your case and….what did you do to someone to give you that black eye?" Greg asked- trailing off from what he was going to say. Nick replied by giving Greg a sour face. Greg shook his head momentarily as if shaking out what he just said.

"But any way, Brass wants you in the interrogation room now."

Nick hoisted himself up from the ever lumpy couch, and made his way to the interrogation room. As Nick walked he glanced at the walls, I never realized they were that colour! Well! Guess you do learn something new everyday.

Nick entered the Interrogation room. Bob Notton is a thirteen year old! Brass got up from his seat and offered it to Nick. The Texan turned down the offer and stood by Sara, who was asking different but thought provoking questions.

"Bob, did you use the gun?" Sara asked forcefully.

"No, I swear, I've never seen it before in my life." Bob replied, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Well how come we found your fingerprints on the gun?"

"Maybe I did use the gun but,"

"She was your damn mother!" Sara yelled.

"Love wasn't enough!" Bob yelled back equally as loud. Just as he finished his sentence, a blonde woman entered the room.

"I'm Jane Owen, the Notton family attorney. Bobby, I advise you don't speak anything more to these people." She escorted Bob out of the room as quickly as possible, but Brass stopped her.

"Ms. Owen, I believe "Bobby" has just admitted that he murdered his mother."

Nick and Sara were still in the interrogation room. Sara noticed his eye, even when it hurt it still sparkled. "How's your eye?" Sara asked.

"It's getting better, still a pain in the ass though." Nick replied- trying to make light of the situation. "Well, Sara, you should probably be getting home now, shifts over, we all need our rest I think." Ask her out damn it! Ask her out, don't send her home, you moron! Nick's heart was practically screaming at Nick's brain.

Nick is so sweet, him telling me to go home. Okay maybe not that sweet, but ask him to come home with you, ask him you fool! You are such a moron! Sara thought as they still stood in the interrogation room.

"Okay then," They both said at the same time. A little embarrassed with how long they stood there thinking.

A Couple Hours Later…

Sara was in her bed dreaming of a place where Nick and she were together in the same bed doing some naughty things.

Nick was in a bar, a ten minute walk from his home. He sat by the bar keep, talking about news and the like. A woman walked up to him.

"Hi, is this seat taken?" The lady asked; there was a seductive tone to her voice.

"Nope, go ahead." Nick replied. He noticed how sexy her legs were.

The Bar Keep turned his attention to the woman who sat next to Nick.

"What'll it be?" He asked.

"Whisky," She said. The seductive tone swan through Nick's mind again.

"Put it on my tab," Nick said to the bar-keep. "And make it two." He added.

He noticed how her hair was blonde and how it gleamed. Wait a minute! Blonde! Why is that familiar? Nick asked himself.

The woman turned her chair to get a better look at the man who paid for her drink. "Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?" She asked. "I'm Jane Owen." She added to her own sentence.

"I'm Nick Stokes." Jane Owen, Jane Owen, where do I remember that name from? Aha!

"You're that lawyer from the interrogation room!" Nick said with a little surprise.

"And you're the man I saw in the corner." Nick noticed that she liked to add onto peoples' sentences.

Meanwhile at Sara's place

Sara had just woken up from one of the most fabulous dreams she ever had. That's it! I'm asking him out!

Sara got dressed and departed for Nick's house. She reached his house within minutes and knocked on the door. No answer came. He's probably sleeping. Sara decided she wouldn't be able to sleep, so she went walking around the area.

She came across a bar called the Tin Bottle. I could probably do with a drink. She entered the bar and ordered a glass of water and sat at a small table. She looked at the surroundings. She looked at he area where she ordered a drink and saw two people playing tongue-tennis.

Those two should really get a room. They look so familiar, she looks like the blonde from the interrogation room and he looks like….OH GOD!

Nick's face came into view and Sara felt as if her heart was breaking.

Nick saw Sara's face as clearly as she saw his. Oh God! What have I done? Nick thought. Sara ran out of the bar. "Sara!" He yelled.

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Did you enjoy the chapter? I've taken some of you guys' advice, hopefully not as fluffy as chapter one but still as good. Thanks for reading the chapter and I feel I must thank:

Nickandsara forever, Moonjava, nick55, Space-Case7029, Blondie, Gorgeous Nick Stokes, Mma63 and Spooky-pheonix.

Next chapter coming soon… I hope! I shouldn't think you'd have to wait too long for the next one.