A/N: I was a little disappointed; only one review. Maybe I'll wait longer in between posts so I can get more reviews…

Three months had past, Sara's wound had healed but the memories were still vivid in her mind and the scar on her abdomen still scared her every time she saw it. The fact that Steven Wilcox hadn't been caught yet didn't help either. Sara would still look over her shoulder every time she was alone and would check the locks on her doors twice.

Two weeks after being stabbed, John Wilcox's body was found in a shallow grave, not far from his brother's house. When Grissom told her this, shivers went down her spine. 'It could have been me,' thought Sara, 'It could have been my grave.' Nick was always there to comfort her and she felt safe whenever he was around.

In the past weeks, they had grown closer than ever. They understood each other; he would comfort her and she would help Nick. Sara loved every second she spent with Nick and she couldn't explain it, but she loved him more every time she saw him.

One Friday morning, Sara woke up at Nick's place but Nick wasn't lying next to her. The sheets were only a slightly warm. 'I guess he got up early.' She got up and headed to the bathroom. On her way there, Sara passed the answering machine. The small red light was blinking. She pressed the button and Nick's voice began to talk.

"Mornin' Sara. I just went into work early to get ahead on my paperwork. After work, let's meet at your place. Love you. Bye." Sara deleted the message and continued to the bathroom.

While washing her hair, she thought over what Nick had said. 'Why would he want to meet at my place? It's practically empty; most of my stuff is at his house anyway.' Sara had moved most of her things into Nick's house. She liked it better than her own apartment because it felt more like home and Nick was usually there. It was also closer to work.

Sara stepped out of the shower and tried off before getting dressed. Then she wiped the moisture off of the mirror so she could see herself. She looked happier in the reflection then she remembered seeing last time she checked. Her eyes were brighter and Sara smiled more. Nick always had a good effect on her.

As she was eating her breakfast, Sara noticed a single red rose on the counter with a small, white card attached to it. She picked it up and smelled the rose. It was so fragrant and beautiful. On the card were three little words in Nick's hand writing. Sara smiled and thought of Nick. 'He's always so thoughtful. How did he fall in love with me?' thought Sara.

She pulled out of the driveway and turned on the radio. Kenny Chesney's You Save Me. It reminded her of the night that Nick sang her to sleep in the hospital. She drove for another twenty minutes before pulling into the lab's parking lot. "Hey Sara!" said an excited Greg.

"Hi, Greg, where are you going?"

"DB in Henderson with Nick," he paused and then changed his expression to a very sly look.

"What?" asked Sara who was now a little annoyed with him.

"I know something you don't know," taunted Greg.

'Whatever," muttered Sara as she hurried off into the lab. She rounded a corner and ran into Nick. He pulled her into a hug and then gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"Ahh, brings me back…" Nick and Sara turned around to see Greg standing a few feet away, tying his shoelace. He finished tying and stood up," …brings me back to when I first caught you two," he paused," canoodling." He smirked.

"Canoodling? Greg, I don't think that's even a word," stated Nick.

"My grandmother used to say it." Nick and Sara began to chuckle but were interrupted by Grissom.

"Nick, Greg you have to get going. Sara, it's a slow night, so you'll be joining Catherine and Warrick and catch up on your paper work. Grissom hurried back to his office. Sara sighed; she knew it was going to be a long shift. She loathed paper work. It was tedious and boring. Nick gave her a quick peck again.

"You got my message, right?" Sara nodded and watched him walk out the door before dragging herself to the cramped work room where Warrick and Catherine were already working.

Foe six hours, the three sat in the same room doing paperwork. Sara was ready to explode. She looked up. The small room was lit by an ugly ceiling lamp and had no windows. Paper was everywhere. Warrick was slumped back in his chair, his eyes barely open while Catherine sat hunched over, probably from a neck cramp. At four in the morning, Sara headed home.

Nick was already there. He was sitting on the couch with a suitcase next to him. He stood up and kissed her when Sara came in. She opened her eyes. Two plane tickets to Paris filled her field of vision. "What are these?" She took the tickets to examine them closer. Nick was smiling. "Nick, these planes tickets are for today. Actually, in four hours!" She looked to him for an explanation.

"You said you wanted to go somewhere." Sara hugged him.

"I said that when I was in the hospital, like three months ago."

"I guess I have a good memory. Now, come on; you need to pack if we're going to get on that plane in four hours!" Sara kissed him.

"What about work?"

"Why do you think I went in early today?" Sara hurried off to pack but turned around.

"Did you tell Greg by any chance?" Nick laughed.

"He over heard me talking to Grissom, why?" Sara smiled to herself.

"No reason." She turned back around and began to pack for her week long vacation in Paris with Nick.

A/N: Please review! It doesn't even have to be a long review.