"Sara." Nick said as he walked out after her.

Sara had already grabbed her bag from the guard who had held it after searching it, since she wasn't allowed to take it into the room where her mother had been brought.

"Sara." Nick put a hand on her arm. "Are you okay?"

"Honestly I don't know how I feel." Sara admitted.

"You got to tell her how you feel that's something."

"I know." Sara sighed. "I'll go and change."

"Okay."

…

Nick waited patiently outside the bathroom for Sara to exit. When she finally did she had changed into jeans and a shirt.

"Let me take that." Nick took her bag from her.

"We should be able to get a bus down the street." Sara told him.

"I rented a car." Nick told her. "I figured it was easier than figuring out public transport."

"How exactly did you figure out your way here from the airport?"

"Car had GPS." Nick shrugged. "And I map quested it before I left."

"Where did you park?"

"Parking lot." Nick replied.

They stopped at a deli that Sara used to frequent, they ordered lunch and then headed to the beach.

Sara stood on the boardwalk and took a deep breath.

"Smell good?" Nick asked.

"I'd forgotten how much I loved the smell of the ocean."

"So that's the Pacific Ocean?" Nick asked his face lighting up.

"You really haven't seen the ocean much have you?"

"I'm from Texas, not California."

"Big kid." Sara smiled. "Want to go and dip your feet in the water?" Nick looked at her. "Go ahead. I'll set up lunch."

Nick gave her a quick kiss before he walked across.

Sara shook her head and walked onto beach, she sat out the blanket they had managed to procure and then set out their lunch. She watched as Nick had rolled up his pants and taken off his shoes, and was stood letting the water lap over his feet.

It was another ten minutes before Nick came to join her.

"Have fun?" Sara asked.

"You're going to tease me about this for the rest of my life aren't you?"

"No. You flew all the way to San Francisco so I didn't have to go through this by myself; I think that will get you off."

"Thank you." Nick sat down on the blanket. "This is nice."

"I'm sorry." Sara apologised.

"For what?"

"Make us get married on a crazy schedule."

"Hey Sara, I didn't when or where we got married as long as we did and you showed up. I would have agreed if you woke up in the middle of the night said lets go through the drive thru wedding counter."

"Have I mentioned I love you recently?" Sara asked.

"Not that I recall." Nick teased. "I love you too." He leant over and kissed her. His stomach rumbled.

"I think you need to eat." Sara suggested.

Nick tucked into his sandwich.

"So what do you want to do with the rest of the day? We have about five hours until we have to head back to the airport." Nick asked. He'd booked them on a later flight in case Sara's participation in the case took longer than planned.

"You can't come to San Francisco without seeing Fisherman's Wharf and Pier 39." Sara told him. "And you should probably see Golden Gate Bridge."

"The tourist hot spots." Nick smiled.

"And the odd dead person." Sara recalled working some cases there.

"So it's like the Strip."

"Without the lights and the Casinos." Sara stated then paused.

"What?" Nick prompted.

"Since we're in town there's somewhere else I'd like to go."

"Anywhere you like." Nick told her.

"I thought I could introduce you to a few people."

"Who?" Nick asked.

"Some people I used to work with." Sara replied. Sara traded birthday and Christmas cards with her form colleagues and the odd e-mail.

"I'd like that." Nick agreed.

"But first Fisherman's Wharf."

TBC