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It was probably one of the most thrilling moments of Nick's life when Sara started to kiss him back. She'd been hesitant at first, he could tell, but when her lips had parted, inviting his tongue to dance with hers, it had been amazing.
His hand moved up to cup the back of her neck, his fingers caressing the back of her neck. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as she let out tiny whimpers of pleasure. Their mouths exploded with passion, and Nick could honestly say he'd never experienced a kiss like it.
The need for oxygen made them pull back, both gasping for air. Nick's hand immediately went to cup her jaw, brushing her jaw line with thumb as she struggled to regain her breathing.
He'd kissed her. He'd kissed Sara Sidle.
She looked up into his eyes, and he saw confusion.
"Nick?" She questioned softly, and Nick immediately felt guilty. He'd taken advantage of her vulnerable state to fuel his own wants and needs. He felt like a jerk.
"Sara I…"
"Please don't say you're sorry!"
Her panicked voice rung out through the room and Nick felt his heart squeeze painfully at the fear and hurt in her voice. He wasn't sorry he kissed her, he was far from it. But was she ready?
"I'm not sorry," he assured her softly, continuing to rub her cheek reassuringly. Her eyes still showed doubt, and Nick, once again, felt extreme anger for all the men that had hurt her. He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close. She was shaking slightly, and he was reminded of her condition.
"Have you taken your pills today?" He questioned her. She shook her head, and he stood up, pulling her with him.
"Come on then," he instructed softly, and he led her to the kitchen, giving her the pills, and she swallowed them, gulping down the water slowly.
There was a moment of silence between them before Sara finally spoke again, her voice timid.
"Did that kiss mean anything," she asked, "or was it out of pity?"
Nick was shocked, and reached for her again, desperate to comfort her, but she pulled away from him, surprising him even more.
"I need to know," she said, hints of frustration showing through. "Because the last thing I want is to be strung along. I don't need that!"
A few tears leaked from her eyes, causing Nick's heart to break again.
Grabbing her hand, he led her to the couch. She was wiping the few loose tears away, clearly embarrassed about them.
"Just listen to me," he told her, preparing to spill his heart, "Something's changed these last couple of days, Sara. You've been my friend for a long time, and I've always cared for you. You've always been there for me, from the moment you came to Vegas. You're one of a kind, Sar."
She gave a weak smile, giving Nick the courage to continue.
"But… when I saw you in so much pain, and I honestly thought... something might be seriously wrong, I realized my feelings are more then that of a friend, or even a best friend."
He hung his head, feeling his heart beating in his chest, hearing his heart beat in his chest.
"I know you've been hurt," he whispered softly to the floor, "And I know you care for Grissom. But…"
He took a deep breath, and willed himself to look into her eyes, her beautiful, caring, chocolate colored eyes.
"But maybe in time you can learn to care for me, like I care for you."
Her eyes were round and bright, and her hands were twisting nervously in her lap.
"I don't care for Grissom, Nick," she whispered softly, and Nick felt his heart leap. Maybe… Just maybe…
"What if it's just pity?" she added sadly. "What if what you're feeling is just sympathy? Sympathy for a poor lonely women who had no one?"
Oh Sara…He reached out and grabbed her hand, softly stroking his thumb over her knuckles.
"When we get a case where a women has lost her child, I feel sympathy," he told her, "When we get a case where someone has lost a husband or a wife I feel sympathy. When we get a rape case, I feel sympathy for the victim," he took a deep breath, "When I was buried, I experienced sympathy. I know sympathy, Sara. And the feelings I have for you aren't that."
She swallowed nervously, and Nick moved closer to her.
"I will wait," he told her, "I'll wait until you are ready. I'm not going to pressure you. I know you've been hurt, but if you give me a chance, Sara, I can promise you that hurt will be a thing of the past, because I'd sooner shoot myself then ever hurt you."
A few more tears leaked from Sara's eyes, and Nick felt himself tearing up. He didn't usually cry, but he was so desperate to prove to her that he wasn't like the men she knew, he was different, and he would never hurt her. She was too precious. She was worth more than his own life. He wanted her to know that she was special.
To his delightful surprise, Sara suddenly flung herself at him, molding herself against him. Nick happily hugged her again, pressing his lips to her hair.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, before she finally pulled away, a bright smile on her face, despite the dried tearstains on her cheeks.
"I trust you," she told him, "And I'm willing to try things… if you are?"
Nick thought his smile could light up the room. "Should you even ask?"
She smiled her a thousand-watt smile, and Nick pulled her towards him again, feeling his heart about to explode from joy. Was this what real happiness felt like?
Her head was resting on his chest, and he stroked her hair lovingly, unable to keep the smile off his face. The whole apartment was silent except for the sound of their breathing. Eventually, Sara's breathing evened out, indicating to Nick that she was sound asleep.
He hadn't truly believed that Sara would say yes. He had been so convinced that she liked Grissom. Obviously, he was wrong. Maybe she had in the past, but that was it was, the past.
Remembering the breakfast he was supposed to be making, he gently removed Sara from his chest, scooped her up, and carried the sleeping brunette back to her room. She didn't rest enough as it was, and she needed to get as much of it as possible before her results came back. He tucked her in, and pressed his lips to her forehead. She didn't stir, thankfully, so he made his way out of the room, closing the door gently behind him.
Nick was on an emotional high. Making breakfast was quite the enjoyable experience that morning for him. Sara only slept for half and hour, coming out when Nick had just finished serving the vegetarian omelet, and pouring the freshly brewed coffee. She smiled gratefully, sitting down opposite Nick. They ate in silence, and Nick finished quickly.
"Taste okay?" he asked her. She smiled and nodded.
"You have the most beautiful smile," Nick told her. She blushed, toying with the omelet on her plate.
"Thanks," she smiled again. Nick's eyes fell to her plate, she barely had touched it, and Nick instantly felt concerned.
"Sweetheart, are you feeling okay?"
She nodded. "Those pills really work."
Nick smiled at her, but then gestured to her plate.
"You need to eat darlin'," he instructed her, "It's important that you keep your energy up."
She nodded her head in agreement, although Nick could have sworn that he saw her eyes flash with frustration from being told what to do.
She didn't finish her breakfast, insisting she was tired. Nick felt unbelievably concerned. He wanted her to get better, and for that she needed to eat.
He cleaned up the kitchen, and she made her way back to bed. It only took a minute to clean it, and he made his way to Sara's bedroom. Opening the door, he heard quiet sobbing. Making his way over to the bed, he saw Sara hugging her pillow, tears streaming down her face.
Slipping onto the bed, he pulled her to him, soothing her.
"I just want to know the results," she whimpered.
Nick kissed her hair. "You'll know soon enough, sweetie," he assured her, and she soon drifted off to sleep, as Nick soothed the emotional unstable women.
He'd never really been one for God, but, as he lay there with her, he prayed to God. Prayed that Sara would be all right, that she wouldn't have cancer, and that she'd always be with him.
Because, without her, he was nothing.
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Because of the errors ive been having with uploading chapter, ive had time to write the next chapter, ... so the quicker you review, the quicker the next chapter will be up.
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