Warrick closed his locker and stretched.
"I'm just glad to be gettin' a break."
Sara looked at him. "You don't feel wrong to be going home to sleep while everyone else is still in there working?"
Warrick scoffed. "Are you kiddin' me? We've been workin' like indentured servants. I need some sleep. Or else I'm gonna shoot myself."
Nick grinned as Warrick left the locker room, and Sara sat down beside him.
"I wonder if Mary Prescott's getting to sleep."
"Sara, we're only human. We need to rest. Besides, some of the best CSIs are still on the case."
Sara nodded absent mindedly. Nick couldn't tell if she was still thinking about the case or she was zoned out from lack of sleep.
"Let's get outta here."
He stood up and took her hand, pulled her out of the building and, physically, at least, away from the case.
Sara headed for the stereo as soon as she opened the door, and Nick took his coat off and tossed it on the back of the couch. Sara did the same and then picked up the remote and hit play. The blues-y tune echoed throughout the apartment, and Sara stretched and put her hands on her hips. She hadn't said more than three words on the drive, and Nick new that the case was still bothering her. He walked to her and planted a kiss on her cheek, and then excused himself.
He left the bathroom door ajar as he ran a tubful of hot water, and he sat on the basin, smelling the bottles and jars of different gels and beads. After finding one he liked, he poured it into the water and watched the bubbles rise with the steam. He walked back into the living room and looked around, and Sara looked up from the book she was reading.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," he replied, his hands on his hips, his eyes still wandering.
"Do you have any candles, Sar?"
Sara grinned. "What for?"
Nick smiled and walked to the couch, put his hands on the back and leaned toward her, his nose almost touching hers.
"I'm gonna set your bathroom on fire."
Without even blinking, she answered, "Yes," in a serious tone, and pointed to the kitchen. "Top drawer," she added. After retrieving them and heading back to the bathroom, Nick peeked from behind the door to catch her smile.
A few minutes later he peeked out from behind the door again.
"Come in here."
Sara faked a sigh and got up. She put the book on the coffee table and rolled her sleeves up. Nick opened the door, and Sara couldn't hide her grin.
"What's all this?" she asked, eyeing the bubble bath and candles, and Nick shrugged.
"Look, it'll help you relax. You haven't said more than ten words to me the entire night."
Sara looked down. "I know. I'm sorry, it's just that this case…" She paused, and Nick moved behind her. "Doesn't it bother you?"
"Of course it bothers me, but when you start taking it off the clock…that's when it consumes you, and you lose it."
He massaged her shoulders and kissed her temple. "C'mon, get in. I'll go watch TV."
He opened the door to leave.
"You can stay."
Nick looked at her and she shrugged.
"If you want to, I mean."
Nick nodded and closed the door, and as Sara began to undress, he turned away.
She stepped into the hot water slowly, and then said, "Okay."
Nick turned around and sat on top of the toilet seat across from her, and Sara leaned back in the tub and closed her eyes.
"Thank you, Nick," she said after a moment, and he smiled.
"So I pulled everything we had on the Walter Gordon case and found this," Greg said, handing Grissom a piece of paper.
Grissom put his glasses on and read over it as Greg continued.
"Looks like Sylvia Mullins was going to be getting more than her usual fee for services rendered."
"But none of this has been paid to Kelly," Grissom noted. "It says the funds are no longer available?"
"That'd make me pretty mad."
Grissom looked at him.
"But what's any of this got to do with Mary Prescott?"
Greg rolled his eyes and flipped the page Grissom was holding.
"Look who's listed as the Prescott family financial manager."
Sara came out of the bathroom in her robe, a towel wrapped around her head, and she found Nick in her bedroom, pulling back the blankets and fluffing her pillows, and she laughed.
"You fluffed my pillow for me?"
Nick laughed. "You're just not used to anyone being nice to you, are you?"
"Nice is one thing. Fluffing pillows is something different."
She pulled the towel from her head and dried the ends of her hair with it, and Nick walked to her. He took the towel from her and tossed it on the floor, and put his arms around her waist. He kissed her.
"And what is it, exactly?" he asked finally.
"Idaknow. I'd say it's either being extremely interested in my comfort, or thinking that you're going to share that bed with me."
Nick laughed and backed away from her. He picked the towel up and kissed her on the cheek, and she grabbed his hand.
"You can share it with me, Nick."
His smile faded and he stared at her.
"I want you to," she said, her voice above a whisper, and she walked past him and closed the door. She found him in the dark, both his hands still holding the towel, and she wrapped his arms around her waist. He let the towel drop and his hands moved up and down her back. She kissed him, and they moved toward the bed.