A BIG thanks to my beta Solomynne

Also sorry for not replying to any reviews I've been busy at Uni but I'm back not for Easter so I promise to reply to any this time

Sara woke slowly, her head still half asleep she rolled over to find a warm body next to her. Nick was fast asleep. The light was dim indicating to Sara it was early evening and she'd been asleep all day, more than she usually got yet she still felt tired and weak. At least she didn't feel as sick as she had. Her body was no longer burning up, in fact she felt cold without the covers pulled over her. She noticed she was in a pair of shorts and one of Nick's tee shirts indicating he had changed her. She rolled onto her other side and looked at the clock, 7:00pm they were supposed to be on shift soon.

Sara gently shook Nick's shoulder.

"What, are you ok? What's up?" Nick shot awake rambling slightly as he did, blinking

several times.

"Nothing, I'm fine, all better but shift starts soon."

"There is no way you're going in," warned Nick sitting upright, "and I think Ill have to stay here and keep an eye on you," he said with a smile, feeling her forehead.

"Yes mother,"

"I'll phone Grissom and tell him we're sick."

"We?" questioned Sara.

"Yes, I'm keeping an eye on you. If I leave you here alone you'll go out and get sick again. I'm sure Cath will have told most people by now so he wont be shocked when

I call in for both of us. If not I'll tell him I'm delirious and keep seeing you lying in my bed in my clothes."

"Yes, about that…"

"Well, yours were all sweaty!"

"That's a nice picture," smiled Sara as Nick picked up his mobile phone.

"You know you were talking to the lampshade last night."

"I wasn't!"

"You were! You shouted 'pink elephants' at it, then began thrashing around, I thought

I was going to have to restrain you."

"You're joking," said Sara, turning red

"No, you were pretty out of it, I had to change the pillow because I poured cold water over them to try and cool you down."

"Please tell me I didn't do anything to embarrassing," moaned Sara covering her head with a pillow.

"Probably nothing worse than you did in Ecklie's office."

"Oh," groaned Sara as Nick flipped his phone open and dialed Grissom.

"Gris, it's Nick. Listen, me and Sara won't be into today, we both have the flu.

Yes she stayed at mine after I brought her home but I think I've caught it, sorry.

Yes, I will." Nick put the phone down. "He says 'get well soon and drink plenty of fluids.' I don't think Cath's got to him yet. That or he's completely ignoring it so he doesn't have to do politics."

"No, but expect a phone call from her soon once she realizes we're both not in."

"Yes, now I think we should take full advantage of it. How about a fancy breakfast?"

"It's half past seven, most people have just finished dinner."

"We're not most people." smiled Nick getting up slowly followed by Sara. "Think you can handle toast?"

"Yes," sighed Sara following him into the kitchen. "I still feel a bit queasy but not too bad," she replied sitting down while Nick began going through cupboards.

"I'm out of bread, I can go get some."

"Nick, it's ok. Actually what I really fancy is some ice cream."

"For breakfast?"

"Well technically its desert time," said Sara pointing at the clock.

"Well, I've got some toffee…"

"A toffee ice cream man, I'd never have imagined," mocked Sara.

"We all have our dark secrets," he said, sliding a bowl over to Sara and scooping some out.

"I don't think I can handle ice cream right now, and I'm not sick," smiled Nick, handing Sara a spoon. I think I'll stick with cereal." He poured himself some and went and sat on the sofa, followed by Sara who switched the TV on and began flicking.

"Sara, just keep it on one station, I'm surprised you haven't got a migraine yet," said Nick trying to grab the handset off her.

"Hey, I'm sick!" shouted Sara nearly dropping her bowl of ice cream.

"When are you going to eat that, it's melted!" sighed Nick giving up trying to get the handset off her.

"I like it melted!"

With that, the phone rang which Sara grabbed allowing Nick to get the handset off her.

"Hey Sara, what's this about you and Nick both off sick?" came Cath's voice down the

phone-line.

"He's looking after me," replied Sara.

"Well from the state you were in that's not the most romantic thing. I need you in

so I can torture the both of you. It's really hard not telling anyone," said Cath in a slight whine.

"I'm much better now, thanks for asking."

"Well I figured that, since you answered the phone."

"Fine, you can tell people. It will save us having to."

"REALLY!"

"Yes," turning to Nick, "Can Cath can tell people so we don't have to awkwardly stand there and tell them ourselves?"

"Sure," shouted Nick form the kitchen where he was putting his bowl back.

"Greg, Sara and Nick are doing it!" shouted Cath across the room. There was a long pause.

"Right now, and talking to you!" questioned Greg. There was bang down the phone as something was thrown at Greg.

"Sara I don't do threesomes!" shouted Greg, "I'll get over it, you make a good couple!

Well, you've both stopped moping around." shouted Greg as there was another bang.

"Greg's gone now."

"No he hasn't! Cath shoved me off my chair!" shouted Greg as another bang was heard.

"Greg's unconscious now," laughed Cath as Greg was heard making fake choking sounds in the background.

"Happy now?" asked Sara.

"Very. It was killing me not telling anyone. Do you know how many times people have said how happy you've both been? I wanted to shout at them!" Well Ill let you go play nursemaid with Nicky.

"Don't give Greg any ideas, see you tomorrow. Bye." Sara put the phone down and looked across to Nick with a grin. "Well, Greg knows."

"I would like to have seen Grissom's face, the panic when he realized that

Ecklie would be on his back about it . 'They're a liability!'" started Nick in a fake

Ecklie voice.

"More likely he'd just nod and carry on with his work," smiled Sara eating her ice cream. "You know what would go really well with this? Marshmallows," grinned Sara.

"Nick I'm not taking your last marshmallow, its cruel!" said Sara as Nick shoved the offending pink blob at her.

"We'll share then," he said with a grin.

"Share? Nick, it's tiny!"

"But I know a college trick," he said going into the kitchen where Sara followed him.

"Nick you can't put that it the microwave, not unless it's actually some sort of 'makes- bigger- machine'," Sara laughed at her own ramblings.

"I haven't invented that just yet," smiled Nick. But this will make it big enough for both of us. Also very sticky," he added.

"Nick it's just going to shrivel up!"

"And you call yourself a scientist!"

"Oh!" Sara made a shocked noise and hit him on the arm.

"I bet you five bucks you will be eating marshmallow in two minutes!" smiled Nick

"You're on!" smiled Sara shaking his hand. Nick turned the microwave on and both

stood watching it go round and round. Gradually, the marshmallow began to expand.

"I think I'll order a pizza to go with it…with your money," smiled Nick, heading over to the phone as Sara stared in amazement at the marshmallow that was getting bigger and beginning to pulse.

"Um, Nick," shouted Sara as he waved his hand and began speaking down the phone.

"Nick!" repeated Sara in such a tone that he came over in time to see a flash of light, and a loud bang.

There was a loud clatter as the microwave door landed on the floor. Sara was

Standing, her mouth hung open, covered in melted marshmallow that was surprisingly hot against her skin.

"I'll call back," Nick said down the phone, pink goo running down his top and most of his kitchen.

"Well, it tastes alright," commented Sara licking a bit stuck on her hand, but I think you owe me something. It can pay for my washing." she added pulling at her top which was covered in pink.

"I can do that for you," announced Nick flicking the power to the microwave off and grabbing Sara by the waist.

"HEY!" Sara protested as Nick pulled her top off then did the same with his.

"That's never happened before," smiled Nick beginning to undo his trousers.

"Really! There was me thinking you just wanted to get me covered in pink goo."

"Well, it was a good plan," he said taking his trousers off, leaving him in just a pair of black boxers.

"Come on then, if you want me to wash them you're going to have to give me them up,"

sighed Nick looking at Sara.

"Um Nick," Sara had grabbed a nearby by cloth and was holding it over herself pointing out he widow. Nick looked over and turned bright red before grabbing the blind and pulling it.

"My neighbor," he mumbled, referring to the old lady staring in the window. "She's probably just upset she's missing the fun," laughed Nick as Sara grabbed one of his shirts form a pile on the side and put it on handing him one.

"You call this fun?"

"Yes, you had fun admit it."

"Fine," replied Sara.

"Just think if you lived here we could have fun all the time," said Nick without thinking.

"Nick did you just ask me to move in?" asked Sara her moth bobbing open like a goldfish.

"Um… I think I did."

"Ok."

"Ok."

"Yes."

"Yes!" With that, Nick grabbed Sara and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman hold. "Let's go have some fun," he smiled carrying a laughing Sara off to their bedroom.

TBC