Disclaimer: I don't CSI blah di blah di blah

A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed, you pushed me to write the next chapter sooner (hint, hint , nudge, nudge). And yes bauerfreak, i agree that Nick needs to take his shirt off. I'll see if I can slip it in somewhere. Sorry about the short chapter but I swear I'll make it up in the next one!


CHAPTER 2

Hours earlier (Nick's POV)

Before shift I was in the locker rooms changing when he heard this belch like a vomiting sound come from the showers. Hoping to find the source of the noise as well as be of comfort, I yell out "Are you okay"

Sara replies "Yeah" in a disgruntled tone giving me a face to the unidentified vomiting. She went on to say "I just had some bad pasta last night."

"Pasta, you've got to be kidding me" I reply. Who ever heard of food poisoning from pasta? I ask myself.

"Sorry, but no" she says, emerging from the showers, fully clothed I might add to my disappointment but looking good with her hair dripping and limp and condensation dripping down the small areas that are her bare skin.

I stop those thoughts quickly. How my mind even got there is a mystery to me. So I set myself back on task, although I believe I saw a small smile dance on Sara's lips before I focused my attention but I'm not sure whether it's because she noticed me staring at her or (I'd just realized this) because I wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Sara," I said in what I hope wasn't a criticizing voice, "you can't work when you have food poisoning, it's not sanitary!"

"Don't worry Nick; I haven't eaten in 12 hours so that should be the last of it."

I just stared at her dumfound. For such a smart CSI, she could be so stupid at times.

I started to retort, saying "The health complications for not eating in 12 hours…" but she just walked right by me and at the door she said "Chill Nick, you worry too much!" and left.