Author's Note: Guess what! My exams both got postponed. Just goes to show that good things happen when you write FanFiction :P. Now I am going to try to apply the same principle to Math. I was really bored today so I wrote Chapter Nine (duh, this is it) in class. Sadly, I also have a test in Math tomorrow too (don't we all hate high school?). I figure that since I wrote it in Math, the test tomorrow would be postponed, or better yet cancelled. Like that's going to happen, but hey, a girl can dream, right?

As I got another review from jd, here goes: Actually, to tell you the truth, I completely forgot about Warrick. So now I have to put him in this chapter. Actually, probably not this chapter, probably…like Chapter Eleven. I was also very pleased with Greg's reaction (which is a good thing, considering I wrote it). I was debating between whether Grissom would blow up, hold it in, or have no feelings at all. I must say, I'm not very fond of Brass, so if he's in this fic at all, it's probably only going to be professional. Glad you enjoyed, and thanks for the review. You should really get a real account unless you want me to keep continuing to post my replies for everybody to see…this is a not-so-subtle hint…

The pancake recipe mentioned in here is an actual secret family recipe. It does include some really gross things, including cucumber rind (and I don't mean zucchini rind). But the pancakes are actually delicious. I might even be willing to trade the recipe for CSI. But it would be a tough decision…(who are we kidding? Of course I'd take CSI)

These Author's Notes seem to get longer and longer by the chapter. I just realized that in my Chapter 5 A/N, I said that the restaurant was from "Got Murder?" but then I realized it's actually from "Recipe for Murder". Sue me. No, don't, Mr. Bruckheimer, sir! Please don't!

Spoilers:

Disclaimer: Не создавал, не иметь. Хотите Джорджа, как всегда.

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Sara awoke with a warm body next to hers. She had a strange feeling of déjà vu as she looked down and saw Nick's arms slung over her waist again. This time, though, they were in his bed instead of on her apartment floor. She covered his hand with hers and sighed. Once again, he slept longer than she did, but he greeted her the same way. Peppering her shoulder with kisses, he whispered, like before, "Mornin', beautiful."

She turned to kiss him but he held her down, continuing to kiss her. Sinking even deeper into his bed, if it was possible, she didn't protest. It wasn't a kiss like you'd expect from a horny teenage boy looking to get some, but it was instead loving and gentle.

"We should probably start planning our wedding," Sara realized out loud, as Nick finally let her roll over.

"Yeah. But first, how about some breakfast? What do you want?" he asked.

"Actually, I was going to make breakfast for you this time," she said. "What do you want?"

He looked at her, a bit surprised but very pleased. "Pancakes."

She was glad. Now she could use a secret family recipe one of her foster mothers, Evelyn, had told her. Evelyn was the best foster mother Sara'd had. She saw her foster kids as her family, which is why Sara had been given the recipe.

Making their way to the kitchen together, Sara realized that he might not have all of the ingredients. It was a really weird (actually it was downright disgusting) recipe, but as long as you didn't know what was in it, it was heavenly.

Luckily for her, Nick had decided to shower before they ate, so she had a few minutes to rummage through his cabinets before throwing everything she needed into a bowl, then replacing the ingredients before Nick could come back and see. He'd probably think she was trying to poison him or something.

Sara mixed the batter and poured it into the frying pan with a ladle. Nick, now out of the shower, chose that exact moment to sneak up behind her and place his hands on her hips, a little too roughly apparently. Startled, she elbowed him in the groin, probably something she'd learned in the self-defence class she'd taken when she was fifteen, Nick reasoned.

With a loud, "Oof!" he was pushed backwards and doubled over in pain.

"Oh, Nick! I'm so sorry! You just scared me, that's all," Sara said.

Face contorted, still doubled over, he replied weakly, "It's okay. I shouldn't have snuck up on you." Eventually he was able to stand up.

By now, the pancakes were done on one side, and Sara searched the drawers for a spatula, cursing when she couldn't find one. "Do you seriously not have a spatula?" she asked, slightly exasperated.

"No," Nick replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I've never had to use one. Here, let me do that." He took the frying pan out of her hand and flipped the pancakes expertly, the way he'd done with the French toast. Sara, as she had also done before, watched in amazement.

"Will you teach me how to do that?" she begged, sounding a bit like a little girl asking if it was her turn to go on the slide.

He gave her a heart-stopping grin and a slight chuckle. "Sure."

He stepped back so she could stand in front of him, and covered her hand on the handle with his. "You just kinda…throw it forward and up, like…that," he said as he flipped it with her. She giggled like a girl at the zoo who had just seen an elephant spray water or something. "Now you try." He let go.

She picked the pan back up off the burner and tried again without Nick. In the middle of the flip, they both knew the pancake hadn't caught nearly enough air. When it folded in half, Sara looked disappointed, but Nick was quick to comfort her.

"It's okay. It takes a lot of practice. Plus, pancakes are the hardest things to do it with. They kinda stick, and they fold in half really easily," he assured her.

"Well, let me try again," she said, now determined to get it right.

Three batches later, she finally landed her first one. She squealed in delight, and Nick just smiled. He loved seeing her like this. Happy. Carefree. Easily amused.

Sara, who hated seeing food go to waste, insisted that they eat even the ones that didn't quite survive the flipping.

"I've gotta say, Sara, these are some pretty weird-tasting pancakes. Really good, but really weird too," Nick said. "What's in them?"

A devious look spread across Sara's face. "I can't tell you."

"Secret family recipe?" he asked, the words already out of his mouth before he even realized what he'd just asked. He was about to open his mouth again, to say, "I mean…", but Sara cut him off.

"Yup."

This threw Nick off a little bit. Sara enjoyed seeing the puzzled look on his face for a minute too long before continuing, "Foster mom passed it on. She couldn't have children of her own, so she always thought of us as her children."

"That's sweet."

"Yeah."

They continued eating silently for a while, just enjoying each other's company.

"So when do you tell me what's in these things?" he asked.

"When you join the family," she replied, smiling.

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Author's Note: Don't even think about me telling you what's in them in a future chapter. Of course, if you review, I might be somewhat tempted…