A/N: Thanks for reviewing and sorry about the spelling mistakes.

As they pulled into the lab's parking lot Nick shut off the radio.

"Thank goodness," breathed Sara who now had a throbbing headache.

"That may have been the best forty minutes!" exclaimed Greg.

"Shut up Greg. I think I speak for both of us when I say you have possibly the worst taste in music." Sara nodded. Greg looked hurt.

"Sara, I thought what we had was special. How could you betray me for him?" joked Greg. You have no idea, thought Sara.

"Whatever Greggo," said Nick as he went into the building with Sara close behind him.

In the locker room, Sara finally got to change into her t-shirt. Catherine came and sat down on the bench.

"How's your case Sara?"

"Confusing but right now I want to eat and then sleep so I can get rid of this headache that Greg's music gave me." Nick appeared at the door.

"Do you guys want to go grab some food?"

"Sure, how 'bout you Cath?"

"I have to drive Lindsey to school. See you guys later." Catherine left the locker room, leaving just Nick and Sara.

"Where do you want to go?"

"A place that serves more than breakfast meat."

"How 'bout Connie's Dinner?"

"Sure. I'll meet you there." Sara's heart pumped. 'Breakfast, alone with Nick. Date? No, it's just food with a co-worker, a very attractive co-worker with a nice singing voice."

Ten minutes later, Sara found herself in a booth across from Nick who was busy looking at the menu. Sara was busy watching Nick. "He has very nice eyes. Dark brown, like chocolate. I like chocolate. I like Nick's eyes too. Stop it!"

A friendly waitress named Joanna came up to the table and asked them what they wanted. Nicked order eggs and bacon while Sara chose a fruit salad. Just as Joanna cleared their menus, Nick's phone rang.

"Sorry. It's AAA." Sara nodded and Nick answered," Hello? Yes, this is Nick Stokes…what? It can't be fixed? Yeah, okay. Bye."

"What's the matter?"

"My A/C is busted so it looks like I'll be living in the heat."

"You could stay at my place," blurted out Sara before she could stop herself.

"That's okay."

"I mean, it's not the Ritz but I have a guest room and A/C."

"Really? Are you sure?" Sara nodded, "that would be great actually, thanks."

On the inside, Sara was freaking out. Why did I say that? You know you like Nick and you still invited him to stay at your apartment? He probably just thinks of you as a co-worker. Their food came and the two enjoyed it. Sara thought that she should say something but Nick started the conversation before she could even think of something to say.

"So Sara, what kind of music do you like?"

"Um…I like most kinds, just not Greg's noise." Nick laughed.

"Noise. I like that. I'll have to tell you said that. It will break his little heart."

"Yeah, it probably will." As they finished their meals, Nick paid, and they each went to their cars.

As Sara drove to her apartment, she tried to think if it was clean. She rarely was there because she spent most of her time at work and when she was home, she mostly slept. The two walked in together and Nick saw that Sara was a relatively neat person. The apartment was smaller than Nick's house but it had two bedrooms.

"Can I get you anything?"

"No, no I'm fine." Sara showed Nick around and then went in search of some Advil to sooth her headache.

"Nick, make yourself at home. I have a headache so I'm going to bed now. Goodnight." Sara hurried off to her room. 'Maybe I should have been more welcoming, but I am really tired and my headache is killing me. Oh well," thought Sara as she got ready for bed. Even with air conditioning, Sara was still hot during the night.

In the morning, she woke up and went strait to the shower forgetting that Nick had slept over. When she came out of the shower, Sara smelled something cooking. Without thinking, she went into the kitchen. Nick was cooking breakfast and humming the lines of an old country song but stopped when he saw Sara standing a few feet away in a towel. 'Wow,' thought Nick.

"Sorry, I uh…didn't mean to interrupt," said Sara. Her face was beet red as she hurried back into her bedroom. 'Nick just saw me in a towel. How could I forget that he was here?' Sara quickly got dressed and headed back to the kitchen.

"How do you like your eggs?" Sara was relieved that there was no awkwardness between them.

"Scrambled."

"Really?" Nick seemed surprised by this.

"Yeah, why?"

"Never mind."

"What?" She really wanted to know what was on Nick's mind.

"It's just that you are so orderly and neat but you like your eggs scrambled. You don't seem like the scrambled kind of person, that's all."

"Well, there's a lot you don't know about me Nick Stokes," said Sara a little more suggestively than she meant. Luckily, Nick's phone rang. He answered.

"Stokes. Oh, when can it come? I need it as soon as possible. Four days! Okay, fine. Thanks, bye." Nick hung up his phone.

"Hey, Sar, would it be okay if I stayed here for a few more days? It's okay if I can't. I have no A/C and the heat isn't supposed to break until some time next week."

"Nick, it's fine."

"Thanks. Here are your eggs, scrambled just like you apparently." Nick smiled and Sara blushed. He sat down next to her and started reading the paper. After breakfast, they both headed to work but got no further on their case and soon enough, the shift was over.

"Sara, I'll meet you at your place. I have to go get some things from my house." Greg chose that time to appear in the locker room doorway.

"What is this I hear? Sara, explain yourself," he said, only half joking.

"Greg, relax. Nick's A/C just staying at my place till he can get his A/C fixed." Greg nodded and glared at Nick. Sara wasn't happy with her explanation of the situation either. She wished Nick could stay there longer and that he wasn't there because he had to but because he wanted to be there. Sara got in her car and drove home. She did some cleaning and then took a shower. She didn't hear Nick come in so she felt that she could sing in the shower without anyone listening to her. Fifteen minutes later she got out of the shower and into some clothes.

When she came out of the bathroom, Nick was in the kitchen cooking something, again. "What are you cooking?" Sara asked, hoping that Nick didn't hear her sing.

"Vegetable lasagna, just for you." Sara joined him at the counter and began to eat.

"Thanks, that was really sweet of you."

"By the way Sara, you have a very nice singing voice."

"You heard me!" Nick started laughing so Sara swatted his arm.

"I was being serious. You have a nice voice."

"Well thank you." Sara realized how close to Nick she was sitting. She could hear his steady breathing and could smell his indescribable scent that could only be Nick's. She looked up from her food towards Nick. Her eyes met his. Sara smiled slowly.

"Sara," Nick began," I don't know how you feel but I'm pretty sure that I have loved you since the day we met." Sara smiled wider. Nick leaned in to kiss her. A moment later when he sat back in his chair, Nick was smiling. And for the first time in a long time, Sara knew how he felt.