"Hey." Nick said when Sara let herself in. "How did it go?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Sara." Nick stood in front of her.

Sara kissed him, his knees hit the edge of the couch and Nick wrapped his arms around her taking her with him as he toppled backwards.

"Nice trip?" Sara asked.

"Very." Nick smiled. "Not that I have a problem with having sex on the couch but are you sure you don't want to talk about it."

"He didn't take it very well, but his wife just died you can't expect him to. But in time he'll appreciate knowing why even if it is senseless."

"Truth might always set you free, but it helps a little." Nick tucked her hair behind her ears.

"I read it."

"Read what?"

"The case file."

"Which case?"

"My parents." Sara moved off him to sit down.

"They let you read it?" Nick asked.

"I worked near the morgue where he was taken. They let me look at old case files. I thought it would give me closure. Turns out knowing how, sometimes still doesn't answer the why but it helps a little."

"So about that sex on the couch?" Nick joked which achieved his goal of making Sara smile.

"Why do it on the couch when there is more room in the bed?" She asked.

"Very true." Nick paused. "I didn't get a chance to talk to Grissom and getting more leave."

"Considering how easy it is to get married in Vegas it would just be a case of your parents get the day free and flying out. It wouldn't take much to organise, just need to get a licence and pick a non-themed chapel."

"Organised elopement."

"You never wanted to elope?"

"Never really wanted to get married before now."

"When I was a kid eloping always sound romantic. I never really wanted that big white wedding little girls are supposed to want." Sara told him.

"You're still okay with having the whole family thing in Dallas aren't you?"

"I haven't changed my mind since yesterday. It's a good idea. But if we can't get time off soon we can still get married."

"What a quick we're going to get married now and you can all come if you want after shift."

"Maybe a little more organised than that." Sara conceded.

"We'll figure something out."

"I need to take a shower."

"Need some help washing your back?" Nick offered.

"That would be good."

CSI CSI

Sara rested her head on Nick's chest, his arm wrapped around her, drawing lazy patterns on his stomach.

"Glad to be back at work?" Nick asked.

"I think I would have rather not hit the ground running."

"You figure out the truth that's all they can ask."

"I got a subpoena." Sara added.

"For what?"

"A case I worked a couple years ago they want me to testify at the appeal next week."

"They couldn't have just asked you to testify?"

"Apparently not, I needed to be served."

"Defence or prosecution."

"Prosecution, they want me to confirm that the evidence was correct and conclusive."

"Do you remember the case?" Nick asked.

"Not really. I'll look it up tomorrow."

"What are they appealing on?" Nick inquired.

"No idea." Sara yawned. "Other than a subpoena to testify on Friday, I haven't a clue."

"Go to sleep."

"Okay." Sara yawned again. "Night."

"Night."

TBC