She really should have put more thought into this plan.
"Uh, hey, Sara," Nick said tentatively. "We were just talking about, um-"
"Oh, cut the crap, Nick," Sara shot. Nick turned his gaze to his shoes, once again looking like a little boy being scolded.
"How much… did you hear," Warrick asked, seeming fairly certain he already knew the answer.
"I was listening the whole time," Sara confessed, her voice significantly softer.
"Even when-" Nick started.
"When you boys were placing bets on whether or not Catherine's fucked me?" Sara finished for him with an annoyed smirk. "Yea, Nicky. I heard that too."
God, now he looks like a kicked puppy again. Nick didn't do anything to you, Sara. Stop yelling at him. Unless you're really just out to single handedly crush the spirit of the entire lab, one CSI at a time…
"We're sorry, Sara," Warrick apologized.
"Yea, Sara, sorry," Nick repeated.
"It's whatever, guys. It's fine," Sara said, exasperated. "Now, tell me, what kind of "thing," Warrick?"
"I don't know, Sara," the man replied sympathetically. "Just… a thing. It's just a feeling a got. Catherine never said anything to me about it, if that's what you're wondering."
"No," Sara replied simply, staring at the floor. Well, just what kind of answer were you hoping for? She asked herself, acknowledging her slight disappointment.
The two men exchanged an awkward glance as Sara remained silent.
"Sara, you doin' alright?" Nick asked, concerned.
"Yea, I'm fine," Sara replied, coming out of her trance and mustering up a big, fake, gapped toothed grin.
Nick shook his head, knowingly.
"Now you cut the crap," he said.
Sara huffed defensively, then caved.
"I don't know," she admitted, rubbing her temples. "I'm just, confused."
Sara saw realization flash across Warrick's face, as she prayed he wasn't about to ask the question she saw in his eyes.
"You have a thing for her too," he said, acting on her fears, though it was more of a statement than a question.
"No," Sara replied firmly.
"Sara," Warrick started.
"I don't know!" Sara whined, sinking down into a chair, resting her elbows on the table as she squeezed her head between her palms. "Do I?"
"Well, I can't say for sure," Warrick chuckled, "but if I were to bet on it…"
Head still down, Sara raised her eyes to glare at him.
"Ok, ok," he said, still smiling. "Either way, Sara, you need to talk to her."
Sara sat up straight.
"To Catherine?" she asked, her voice much louder than intended.
"To Catherine," Warrick confirmed. "Look, the two of you are both strung way tight right now, eventually one of you is gonna snap," he paused, then added, "and right now, my money's on you."
Once again, Sara groaned in frustration.
"Sara," Warrick pushed.
"Fine!" Sara huffed, pouting as she stood up. She noticed Nick standing off to the side, a look of pure puzzlement on his face as he processed the conversation he'd just witnessed. Sara couldn't resist the urge to stun him even more.
"Oh, and speaking of bets. Warrick," she said, now smiling mischievously, "breakfast is on you today."
"Why's that?" he asked.
"Because Nicky here is about to pay you a hundred bucks."
Both Warrick and Sara couldn't suppress a laugh as Nicks eyes went wide and his mouth hung open in disbelief.
"You got it, girl," he agreed, still laughing at Nick.
Sara smiled at Warrick, who nodded back, accepting her silent 'thank you' as she turned to leave.
Having no idea what she was going to say once she found her, Sara set about looking for Catherine.