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I'm baaaaaaaack!
My vacation was fun, but I came back with absolutely no memory of where I was going with this story. Luckily enough, I found a rough outline of it in the margin of my Philosophy notes (The notes were on Love and the Human Relationship, coincidence, no?).
I also wanna say thanks for all of your reviews, I really enjoy all the feedback I'm getting!
So…here we go!
Chapter 6- Burning Situation
Nick was in trouble, serious trouble.
He and Sara had been alone in the morgue for hours trying to piece together the jigsaw puzzle of human skeletal remains. They had finally placed together a whole female skeleton and sent the skull for dental analysis, but Nick could take no credit for the work. Such a long period of time in such an enclosed space with a coworker he probably slept with who seemingly had no idea of their intimate meetings was torture. Her touch, her voice, her scent overpowered him, and any small resemblance of his normal CSI thinking skills had vanished. One minute he'd be sorting out bones with ease, then the next minute Sara would bend over their shared analysis table to inspect a distinctive fossa and he wouldn't be able to tell a humerous from a femur. He felt like he was in a furnace, despite the knowledge that Doc Robbins kept his rooms at a comfortable 68 degrees. Nick knew Sara had a hold on him, whether she knew it or not, and it frustrated him that she'd carried on like it was a normal night on shift.
It also didn't help that his mind was aiding his feverish and spastic feelings. As time went on, Nick's mind had been spinning flashes of their mating. No matter how hard he tried to focus on the evidence, he would flash to a new second in their hot, raw coupling. He tried hard to keep a facade of normalcy to match Sara's apparent serene and centered mentality, but his body was betraying him. He couldn't help but think of his hands in her hair, his lips on her skin; it was emotional and sexual suicide.
Nick pulled out a square bone from the pile of unused remains and strode over to the bone chart. He'd forgotten how long he'd been in the tiny, claustrophobic space with Sara, and his guard was wearing thin. Intent on solving the case, Nick tried his best to pay attention to detail, despite his nagging and dirty mind. He finally noted it as the 3rd index phalange, and went to place it when a groan of frustration escaped Sara's lips.
"Nicky, will you come here?" Sara said with a hint of a whimper.
Oh lord, Nick thought, Christ Almighty, if you hear me, please keep me sane. If I get within a close proximity of her right now, I might explode from exhaustion and pure lust. Just…keep me safe, and please don't let me act like a total fool.
"Nicky?" Sara inquired again.
"Yes?" Nick said as he cleared his throat and slid around the analysis table to help her. She stood five feet away from the set of bones on the table with a perplexed and concentrated countenance, and he couldn't help but thinking she looked adorable with her resolute and piercing facial expression. He stood a good deal away from her in an attempt to establish a working personal boundary. Yet, Sara took no notice to it and came within less than a foot of him.
"This just doesn't make sense," Sara started. Nick's breath hitched in his throat as she grabbed his arm and led him to the analysis table.
"Sar," Nick replied in the calmest voice he could sustain while acknowledging the fact that Sara had effectively pinned him between her and the analysis table, her lips inches from his ear, "What's the issue?"
"Well, you know how the bones from the female vic were cleanly severed from end to end, which meant that they could only have been done by a surgeon?"
"Yeah" Nick answered in an honest attempt to keep himself from having another awkward-pubescent boy vocal crack sequel to his performance during the staff meeting. Sara had leaned in closer to Nick, her chest up against his back as she reached for a bone on the table. Nick could feel her breath on the side of his face, and, against his will, his mind began to bring up images of their various sexual encounters.
"I noticed that the only half of the bones possessed the same quality of work…
"Nicky!" She screamed as Nick slid his hand on the outer edge of her thigh.
And that they must've been done by someone else. Take this collarbone for instance…
Nick began to lick and suck at Sara's collarbone. Through his haze he noted that she tasted like strawberries.
Its ends are lightly cut into, which says that this body wasn't, at least partially, cut by the same person…
Nick hoisted Sara up onto his kitchen counter, relishing in the scent of her wild, curly hair.
So I'm thinking that this surgeon wasn't alone, someone close to him was there…
He kissed her lips fiercely, her hands tantalizingly tracing indiscriminate circles along his bare back.
And by the marks and the job status, I'd be guessing…
"Nicky!" She groaned, her voice ringing in his ears.
A nurse maybe?"
Nick took a long look at Sara, who hadn't moved from behind him. His palms were sweaty, his body overcome with desire. He'd been thinking about the sex they'd had in his kitchen throughout their entire conversation and he barely paid attention to what she was saying. What do I do? He thought. He was in a bind, an awkward, lust-filled bind. He was delirious, and he did the only thing he knew how to do.
He ran.
He blew clear through the lab and into the locker room without so much as a word to Sara. He locked the door and began to pace up and down the row of lockers. He was jittery, nervous, and turned on. His skin was humming, and his mind was clouded. He couldn't understand how Sara could turn him on without even touching him, but she could. He was ready to burst from sexual frustration and couldn't rationalize anything in the chain of events that had brought him to this status.
He reached into his pocket and fumbled around before finding his cell phone and calling the master of these situations: Jay.
Nick began taking meditative breaths, praying that Jay had a solvable answer to his dire, unbelievably messed up situation.
"Jaybro here, what's up?" Jay exclaimed into the phone. Nick jumped at the noise; his nerves bundled up with inexorable force, fueled by excitement.
"Yeah…Jay, it's Nick." He said. Nick's pace was getting faster, and he could barely think let alone carry on an intelligible conversation. "I have a problem."
"Man?" Jay laughed "Did you two go at it in the lab? Man…I don't think that Graswich guy you work for is going to be happy about that one."
"Jay, first of all, my boss's name is Grissom—"
"Sorry!" Jay interrupted.
"It's fine," Nick assured. Oh man, Nick thought, How am I going to tell him this? "Uh…well…she doesn't remember a thing."
"Not a thing?" Jay echoed.
"Yeah dude. Absolutely nothing." Nick gritted through his teeth. He was angry with Sara, angry for pretending that she didn't care, pretending like nothing had changed.
"GHB?" Jay blurted out, which oddly didn't surprise Nick.
"No, she's just acting cool and calm as usual. Jay, this is really messed up and I need this resolved, but I have no idea how to go about it. She's amazing, and I don't want to screw it up."
"Wow," Jay said, "Man, no need to get girlie on me. Just do what I used to do in the 8th grade."
"The 8th grade?" Nick was disgusted, "How can you possibly think that this has anything to do with the fact that you were fat and wore a retainer?"
"I resent that!" Jay retorted, "Nick, my man. It's not all that different. Just…corner her and ask her if she hit her head on the way to work and forgot that you guys got it on."
"Sweet Christ, Jay. Two smart solutions in one day, and here I thought you were an idiot." Nick replied dryly.
"Haha very funny." Jay snipped back. "Well, I gotta bounce man, I've got to go pick up Tisha for a night out. You know Tisha…she was the one who I was macking on when you were getting all friendly with your coworker and I was like 'damn' and—"
"Yeah man, I get it. I'll call you later."
"Sure thing Nicky boy."
Nick hung up, and reached in his other pocket. He pulled out Sara's black ribbon.
"I need you Nick," Sara exclaimed in a hot breath close to his ear.
Nick shook his head, trying to clear the flashes out of his mind. He didn't know if it was the full moon, the lust, or the resolve, but the plan was crazy enough to work.
He was going to tell her how he felt.
Hee...I got a little dirtier this chap. hope y'all don't mind! Well...I think the next chapter might be the CONCLUSION, but I haven't decided...