Splash of Crazy
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Finn awoke slowly hearing someone pounding on their hotel room. She could hear some grumbling behind the loud knocking. Finn rolled over to look at the clock and sighed. The red numbers read 2:37. She covered her face not wanting to leave the comfort and warmth of her bed and blankets.

"Finn! I lost my room key." She heard Nick yell. She sighed as she pulled herself out of bed.

"I'm coming!" she yelled back as she slid her slippers on and slowly walked to the door. The hallway light made her quickly close her eyes so they could adjust, Nick took this opportunity to grab Finn and pick her up. "Nick!" she yelled startled.

"Finn… I erm, I'm sorry for being a jerk earlier." Nick slurred as he walked inside still holding Finn. Finn could smell the various beers, alcohol, and his cologne. Finn smacked his back as she tried to squirm to get free.

"Nick, put me down." Finn said as she held herself up on his shoulders.

"No, not until you forgive me." Nick said trying to keep his balance as Finn tried to get free.

"Nick, come on we have to wake up in a few hours. You need to put me down."

"Forgive me?" Nick chuckled.

Finn grabbed the back of Nick's shirt at the same time that Nick had lost his balance and went tumbling down. Nick landed on back with his arms tangled in his shirt that was now surrounding his head. He could smell remnants of Finn's perfume and feel the weight of her on top of him. Nick freed his head from his shirt and realized he was only inches away from her face.

"I'm at your mercy, Finlay." Nick whispered his accent plenty thick with wide eyes. Finn had his hips straddled and had his arms pinned above his head.

As much as Finn wanted to yell at Nick for waking her up because he was being a dumb drunk, she also knew the truth behind his words. Nick was at her mercy. The whispering devil on her shoulder let her know that as well. Fooling around on the floor wasn't anything that they weren't use too. Finn knew that she could bring Nick to her bedroom and have her way with him and he wouldn't mind. Seeing Nick's shirtless body beneath her didn't help her thinking either.

"I thought you said you weren't going to get drunk." Finn said letting go of his arms sitting back, still on top of him. Nick just smiled at her.

"I didn't plan on it," Nick chuckled as he burped. "I met up with some ol' friends. I'm not even drunk." Nick chuckled smiling. Finn sighed and as she went to get up Nick quickly pulled her back to him.

"Nick…" Finn said again startled.

"I'm sorry for getting frustrated with you earlier, it was uncalled for." Nick said letting her go. Finn stood up and helped Nick get to his feet. A task that proved to be a little too difficult in Nick's drunken state.

"Nick…" Finn said as she just about pushed him on the sofa.

"Huh?" Nick said getting comfortable on the couch.

"What is the 1-8?" Finn asked she saw him smile again.

"A group of the baddest, meanest sons of bitches in all of Texas..." Nick slurred as he fell asleep.

Finn climbed back in her bed hoping to grab a few more hours of shut eye before her alarm went off. However the events that had just happened left her mind puzzled to say the least. There had been an unspoken sexual tension between Nick and Finn that had been witnessed by everyone. This had only been enhanced after New Years.

Finn's alarm went off at seven. Finn had never been much of a morning person and working grave didn't help any either. However when she woke up she heard the TV on and a little commotion where she had left Nick. Sure enough when she walked out she saw Nick sitting on the couch eating a bowl of cereal in gym clothes watching the news.

"How are you awake right now?" Finn asked as she went to the coffee pot. Nick just chuckled in response.

"Not a morning person, Finn?" Nick chuckled as he wiped his face.

"If I was as drunk as you were, I wouldn't be." Finn said sitting next to him.

"Working grave has taught me two things. I can function on the bare minimum hours of sleep and life is too short to spend any of it hung over. I'm going to go take a shower, the mixer is at eight." Nick said as he left to wash his dish and went to the shower. Finn followed suit and once she was ready she came back out she saw Nick ironing his shirt.

"Why haven't you settled down yet?" Finn asked as she went to the couch to put her shoes on. She saw Nick get a confused look on his face as he stiffened up a little.

"What about you?" he chuckled.

"I've tried, how about you?" Finn asked again.

"I don't know. The job makes it hard… but I guess, I've just been taking care of other people for so long that I won't let anyone take care of me." Nick said shrugging his shoulders as he put his shirt.

"What about the 1-8?" Finn asked and Nick's demeanor just as it did before.

"What about it?" Nick asked trying not to get frustrated.

"I'm just curious."

"It's not important. I already told you what it was." Nick said angry.

"I didn't mean too…" Finn started to apologize but Nick interrupted her.

"Forget it. Let's just go, so we aren't late." Nick said trying to stay calm.

The elevator ride to the banquet hall was just filled with awkward tension. Finn didn't want to speak because she could still tell that Nick was still frustrated. She couldn't think of a reason to why Nick would get so angry with her. Everything she knew about Nick was that he was a nice, funny, great guy, and now her mind was starting to change that she didn't know him as much as she thought. There were two sides to this man, and it was the side of Nick that she didn't know that she had been attracted too. That had her questioning lab rules as well as her own sanity.

Finn didn't listen to anything that the speaker had said, she had been lost in her own thoughts. She wanted to know why she couldn't stop thinking about Nick. She had been trying to politely avoid Nick after New Years' hoping that he would leave her thoughts and dreams, but she was wrong. There was something about Nick that just had a hold of her that wouldn't let go.

"I'm going to get a bottle of water, want you?" Nick asked his tone a little flat. Finn just nodded. Nick opened his mouth with an apologetic look on his face but he didn't say anything and just walked away as he scratched the back of his head. Finn stood alone looking around.

"Hey, you're Poncho's friend right?" Buster asked as walked towards her.

"Excuse me?" Finn asked confused.

"Nicky?" Buster corrected.

"Oh yes, we work together in Vegas."

"Ah, another scientist. I worked with Nicky in Dallas. We were in the 1-8." Buster chuckled as he took a swig of his Pepsi.

"The 1-8?" Finn asked, the man looked shocked almost even a little offended that Finn would ask.

"We are only the meanest and toughest SOBs in Texas," he said his accent heavy. "We were one of the SWAT teams for Dallas PD."

"Oh…" Finn said a little shocked.

"Nicky, didn't say anything?" Buster asked now shocked.

"I don't know, never to me." Finn said confused but her mind almost flooded with questions.

"Really? He was only with us for a little while but he could've gone places within the department. He was a great office. Fearless dude. You'd want him to have your back, but you'd know." Buster said.

"Why'd he leave?" Finn asked, and Buster took a deep breath and made a face.

"That's really not for me to say. You should talk to him." Buster said as he left.

Once his spot was voided Finn could see Nick looking at her. She could see his frustration return as well as another emotion that she couldn't yet make out. She saw Nick turn away and storm off.

"Nick!" Finn yelled as she attempted to follow him.

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