Nick pushed the door open after Grissom, forcing his way back through the crowd of dancing people, trying desperately to locate Sara. Catherine, Warrick and Greg were still seated at the bar, oblivious to everything except the alcohol. Looking around the club, he couldn't see Sara. Spotting the Ladies Room, he made a rash decision to check in there. Flinging the door open, he was greeted by a series of squeals and "Oh My!" Sara wasn't there, so he made his way back through the crowd of people. Seeing a flash of brunette hair heading towards the exit, he followed, desperate to talk to her.
Stepping out into the cold evening, he spotted Sara leaning against the side of the building. She was shaking, and Nick slowly made his way over to her, concerned.
"Sara? Sweetie?"
She turned around, her face stained with tears, her arms wrapped around her slender shoulders, protecting her body from the chilly night air.
"Are you okay?" Nick questioned her gently, trying to keep the hurt showing through in his voice. She turned away from him and started down the street, her heels clunking on the pavement. Nick began to get frustrated again, and ran after her. Even in heels, Sara was fast.
"Hey!" he called out, grabbing her arm and spinning her around. "That's not fair," he drawled out, his Texan accent accentuated by his emotion. She pulled her arm out of his grasp, narrowing her eyes at him.
"This is not fair," he told her again. "I'm the one who should be angry at you! You're the one who kissed Grissom!"
She began crying again, and Nick felt his heart tightened painfully. He honestly hated to see her so upset. He hated to see her cry. Gently, he pulled her against him, letting his hands caress the skin of her back. She was still shaking, and Nick pulled of his jacket, draping it over her bare shoulders.
"Now what's going on with you?" he asked her. She pulled away from him again, pulling his jacket tighter against her. Nick took a deep breath, and steadied himself. He didn't need to get angry again. It wasn't going to help things.
"Sara…"
"Don't Sara me!" She spat out, stepping even further away from him. Nick was at a loss. What had he done to hurt her?
"Please tell me why?" he asked her. "Please tell me what I did to make you want to be with Grissom."
He saw her take a deep breath. "I just need to be left alone."
She started to walk down the street, and he ran after he again. He couldn't let her walk down a street so late at night intoxicated. Someone could take advantage of her vulnerable state. He'd kill himself if something happened to her.
"Come on I'll take you home," he told her. She shook her head.
"I'm a grown woman, Nick," she said coldly. "I can take care of myself."
He should have been mad, but he was too concerned for her welfare. He pulled her against him again, and she tried to push away from him.
"Let me go!" she screamed. Nick ignored her.
"I'm not letting you walk home in the dark, alone!"
"LET ME GO!" she screamed again. Suddenly a man appeared at Nick's shoulder.
"Let go of her man!" he yelled at Nick, prying his hands away from Sara's arms. Nick fell away from Sara, and the man went to her.
"You okay?" he asked her. She nodded, and then made her way back down the street. The man turned back to Nick.
"You got a problem?" he asked angrily. Nick shook his head, watching Sara stumble down the street. He tried to get past the man, but he held his ground.
"Just leave the nice lady alone."
Nick turned to leave, and bumped into Greg.
"Nick!" he called out happily. "Where have you been? You've missed out on all the fun!"
Nick ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Sara just ran off!"
Greg seemed indifferent to it and made his way back into the club. But Nick was in no mood to party. Jogging back round to the Chinese Restaurant, he got into his car, and sped round to find Sara.
Driving up and down the street, he couldn't find her. After an hour, he gave up, and drove home.
Without finding Sara.
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He came into work the next night, and was paired with Warrick. He didn't see Sara until shift ended. Sara was in the break room. She looked tired, and was nursing a cup of coffee. He made his way into the break room.
"Hey Sara," he greeted her. She glanced up, saw who it was, and stood up, making her way over to him. The break room was empty besides them, so Nick wrapped his arms around her when she came over to him. But she pushed him away.
"Nick, we need to talk?"
Nick nodded, feeling his heart tighten painfully in his chest. "In the locker room?" he suggested. It was further away from prying ears and eyes. She nodded, and he followed her to the locker room.
"I think we should break up."
Nick's heart exploded.
"What?" He gasped. She looked away from him.
"I think it's for the best."
"For the best?" he said, shocked. "Sweetie, what's going on?"
He saw her tearing up, but she brushed the tears away quickly. "Nothing, I just think its better this way."
Nick leant forward and brushed his hand against her cheek, desperate for her to tell him what was wrong.
"Please darlin', tell me what's wrong? You know you can always talk to me?"
She took a deep breath. "I just don't want to get hurt…"
"Oh sweetheart…." He whispered. "I'd never hurt you."
"You'll leave me soon," she shot back. "You'll get sick of me and want a pretty, younger girl. I've seen the way they look at you, Nick. They can't take their eyes off you, " she swallowed, "How much longer will you want to spend with an unattractive women like me when you can have anyone you want? I don't want to keep falling for you when you'll just end up leaving me."
Nick was so shocked. How could she think that? How could she honestly think that?
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Sara," he said seriously, "And even if you weren't, I wouldn't care. You're intelligent, kind, sensitive and caring. There's no one else like you, Sar. You're one of a kind."
A tear leaked from his eye. He didn't want to break up with her.
"I meant what I said," he continued. "I'd never hurt you. Ever."
She was crying now, and he wrapped her up in his arms again, letting her sob into his neck. He pressed his lips to her hair, whispering sweet nothings to her.
She pulled back from him. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "For kissing Grissom. I've just been having so many insecurities…"
"It's okay," he soothed her. But she shook her head.
"It's not okay," she whimpered. "See, I've already made a mistake. How many more will I make before you decide you don't want me anymore?"
Nick began to get frustrated. "God, Sara. Stop putting yourself down."
She put her hands on her hips. "What do you expect, Nick? You know your own reputation! Your a ladies man! You barely get to know a woman before your on to the next one! How do I know that this is any different?"
"What do you mean?" Came Nick's shaky voice.
"I mean," Sara stated, "How long before a hot girl comes along and I'm old news. You seemed pretty chumy with that girl last night!"
He let out a growl of frustration. "You know, Sara. Maybe you WERE right. I was like that. But thats because i was never in love with any of those girls..."
Nick gasped. He was in love with Sara?
Sara's mouth was open with shock, and then her eyes narrowed. "I guess you tell all the girls you want to sleep with that you love them!"
"That's not true!" He yelled out. And Sara shook her head.
"I dont know you at all!"
And she stormed from the locker room.
"We're over!"
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