Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter (and of course all the others). I couldn't keep my hands off the keyboard tonight so here's my second chapter today (aren't you proud of me?). Of course, it's not really that much compared to yesterday's FIVE chapters! I'm still high about that. So anyway, you know when you have a ton of homework on Sunday night, and you'll do anything to avoid doing it? Well, this is the product of that desperation. So far, I've read all of The Da Vinci Code, practiced piano for two hours (normally I only practice for one), made supper, taken the dog for a long walk, and now I'm writing another chapter. Just know that I love all my readers enough to fail the biology and chemistry tests I have tomorrow. Too bad it's not a Forensics test (sadly, my school doesn't offer it although there are other schools that do), because then there's no way I could fail it! I love you all!

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I'm borrowing them, that's all. I intend to return them, but of course, I wouldn't mind if CBS gave me a call and said I could have them…

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By God's grace, Grissom had given Sara and Nick the same case – a 419 near Fremont Street. They took Nick's Denali, but almost immediately broke their promise to Grissom to remain professional on the clock. They ended up pulling over and making out for nearly ten minutes, before Sara pulled back, gasping.

"Oh, crap," she muttered, looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair was all over the place and her lipstick was smudged. Nick immediately pulled the Denali into gear and continued driving as Sara tried to smooth her hair back into its previously perfect ponytail and licked her thumb, trying to rub the lipstick off.

Nick was glad there hadn't been a repeat of the movie night, because that was embarrassing enough just once.

When they arrived at the crime scene, Greg surprised them. They didn't know that he'd gotten the same case, or else he would've driven with them. Smiling inwardly, Sara realized it was a good thing they didn't know, or else they wouldn't have been able to have their little "encounter" en route.

"Hey, Greggo, what's up?" Nick drawled. "I thought you were at a B&E off the Strip."

"Yeah, well, we got a crossover. There's evidence suggesting that the murder weapon was stolen from the original scene. Catherine's here too," he added, a little too eager.

"Speak of the Devil," Sara said, smiling at her blonde co-worker.

"Hey." Turning her attention to Nick, she smirked. "You've got a little something right…there," she said, pointing to the corner of his mouth. "Pink isn't exactly your colour," she added with a wink.

Suddenly Greg seemed to connect the dots. His eyes flew to the ring around Sara's neck, back up to her eyes, and then over to Nick's mouth. "You mean you guys are…" he gulped, "…engaged?"

Sara sidled (A/N: Don't you love that? Sorry, I couldn't resist) over to Nick's side and took his hand. "Yep," she announced proudly. She laughed inwardly as the colour drained from Greg's face. Gesturing towards the crime scene, she said, "Shall we?" The two walked off, arms hooked together.

Catherine and Greg just stood there for a second. Greg was still absorbing this information, and Catherine was just sticking with him, partly in case he fell over or something, and partly to give the lovebirds a bit of privacy.

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Who knew processing a scene could be so sexy? Sara thought, flopping down on the break room couch. Again, her mind drifted to what Nick's hands were like when he processed. Deliberate. Strong. As always. Her mind was drifting off…

Nick, who'd been checking in the evidence, returned to the break room to find that Sara was already asleep. He watched her for a minute, noticing the way her hair was fanned over the back of the couch and how peaceful she looked when she was asleep. So serene and tranquil, like nothing was wrong in the world.

Sara felt someone watching her, and jolted awake. She was relieved to see that it was only Nick. "Don't scare me like that!" she said, her hand over her heart.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said quietly, sitting down and pulling her feet up onto his lap from the sitting position she was already in.

Shift was over, so they had no time constraints to worry about. Their case had been easily solved. There were fingerprints and DNA all over the place, so all they had to do was run it. AFIS and CODIS both kicked out the same match, the guy was arrested, and he confessed right away. It was a nice but rare occurrence in the life of a CSI.

The Texan leaned over and kissed her hair. She'd been leaving it curly ever since he'd mentioned he liked it that way. "Let's go home," he whispered. He just meant for her to come over to his house and he'd sleep on the couch. He knew she was exhausted, probably because that day had been so emotionally draining for them both, which took its toll physically as well. They both had trouble coping, and they were praising the heavens that they'd gotten the same case just to keep each other sane.

Once at Nick's house, Sara sat down on his couch and he next to her. She was half-asleep already, but swung her head over to look at him. He leaned over and started kissing her softly.

Sara and Nick both got what they had wanted the night they watched Napoleon Dynamite.

Author's Note: So happy! We finally broke 30 reviews! Thanks again to everyone who reviewed, and I hope you'll do the same for this chapter –hint hint –. I hope to reach 50 by Chapter Ten, but I can't do it without you guys!