Author's Note: This plot bunny came up behind me, grabbed me, and wouldn't let go until I wrote it down. Tell me what you think…

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own CSI, although I was thinking that if I emailed them or called them they might give me George for my birthday…Your Man belongs to Josh Turner.

Spoilers: None

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After Nick had come back from the bathroom, neither Sara nor Nick made any mention of what had transpired minutes earlier. Nick mistook Sara's silence for anger, and he started to apologize profusely. She shut him up quickly by giving him a slow and lazy kiss. He returned it.

She was holding his face in her hands, and he could see a flash of her ring. Seeing it made him proud, like she was officially his. Greg would be so jealous.

Greg.

Nick started laughing against Sara's lips. She pulled back, curious about what had caused his sudden outburst.

"I just thought of something," he whispered conspiratorially. "Nobody at work even knows we were dating." He laughed again.

Sara laughed back. "Imagine their shock when-ooh! Imagine the look on Greg's face!"

Now they were both roaring with laughter. Sara had actually fallen down onto the floor and was rolling around laughing with her hands over her stomach. It wasn't long before Nick joined her.

When the laughter had finally subsided, they lay on their sides, facing each other, faces mere inches apart. Silence overtook them, which had proved to be a common occurrence for them just as of tonight. Nick was listening to Sara's breathing, quick, shallow, and quiet. He wondered what she was thinking and tried to analyze her face for a clue.

Sara was also listening to Nick's breathing. Deep. Strong. Deliberate. Like the way he had eaten his supper. It made her feel safe; it was almost like knowing that he was always the same, no matter what he was doing. It gave her a sense of constancy. Everything he did was deliberate and strong, from the way he processed a crime scene to the way he ate, to the way he breathed and the way he spoke. The way he looked at her.

They fell asleep like that, just facing each other, lying down on the floor.

Sara awoke with a crick in her neck. She wasn't exactly sure where she was, until she realized that she was on the floor of her own apartment. Looking down, she could feel Nick's arm slung around her waist, pulling her tightly into him. She smiled and craned her neck over to see his face. He looked so innocent, so sweet that she could almost believe that he was only a child, if not for the strength with which he pulled her towards him. His eyelashes fanned out across his cheek and Sara lamented for a moment that it was such a waste that guys were always the ones blessed with such long, thick lashes. Rolling back over to her side, she snuggled in and laid awake for another half an hour, until Nick woke up. During those thirty minutes, she decided that it was time to tell him about her family.

She knew that Nick had woken up when he stirred and she felt a peck on her jawbone.

"Mornin', beautiful," he whispered into her ear.

She greeted him with a kiss, and, taking a deep breath, she said, "I need to tell you something."

Nick could tell from her tone that it was serious. "Do you want me to make you some breakfast?"

Contemplating for a second, she said, "Sure. We can talk over breakfast or after it."

"Okay."

They'd fallen asleep in their clothes and as they got up, Sara became very aware that her bra was now in slight upheaval. She turned away from Nick and fixed it before turning back.

"What are you in the mood for?" Nick asked.

"French toast. Pancakes. Cold cereal. Whatever you want," Sara replied passively.

"How about French toast?" he suggested.

"Sounds good. I'm going to go take a shower." She kissed him on the cheek and walked over to the bathroom.

When Sara came out, she was greeted by a sinfully good smell coming from the kitchen, as well as Nick singing one of his trademark country songs. Before calling attention to herself, she just stood there listening to him sing.

Baby lock the door and turn the lights down low
Put some music on that's soft and slow
Baby we ain't got no place to go
I hope you understand

I've been thinking 'bout this all day long
Never felt a feeling quite this strong
I can't believe how much it turns me on
Just to be your man

There's no hurry
Don't you worry
We can take our time
Come a little closer
Let's go over
What I had in mind

Nick flipped a piece of French toast in the pan without using a spatula, something Sara had always wanted to do but had never been able to learn how.

Baby lock the door and turn the light down low
Put some music on that's soft and slow
Baby we ain't got no place to go
I hope you understand

I've been thinking 'bout this all day long
Never felt a feeling quite this strong
I can't believe how much it turns me on
Just to be your man

Less than wholesome thoughts were running through Nick's mind as he thought about Sara, just one room over, in the shower. He hadn't realized that the water had stopped running about three minutes ago.

Ain't nobody ever love nobody
The way that I love you
We're alone now
You don't know how
Long I've wanted to

Another flip. God, Sara envied him.

Lock the door and turn the lights down low
Put some music on that's soft and slow
Baby we ain't got no place to go
I hope you understand

I've been thinking 'bout this all day long
Never felt a feeling that was quite this strong
I can't believe how much it turns me on
Just to be your man
I can't believe how much it turns me on
Just to be your man

"Good singing," Sara commented. She really liked how his accent was laid on especially thick when he sang.

Nick was startled, and he dropped another piece of French toast in midair during another flip. His attention, however, was on Sara's attire. She wore only a towel, which went down low on her chest and came up far beyond her knees.

Nick tried to distract himself with the fallen piece of toast. He was stuttering now, trying not to look at Sara for fear of a repeat of last night. "Um, how much do you want? I mean, how much toast do you want?"

"Four pieces, maybe?" Sara said.

"You eat like a linebacker," Nick jested, but at Sara's glare he quickly added, "but it definitely doesn't show."

"Good save," Sara poked at him. "I'm going to go get dressed now. Are you going to shower before or after breakfast?"

"I guess I'll shower after, so that the food doesn't get cold."

"Good. There's something I need to tell you."