Rated T - Don't own CSI.

This is a fluffy little chapter that helps move the story in the direction I need it to go.

Nothing major, just what goes on as they enjoy each other's company.

Hope you still like it. * REVIEWS APPRECIATED *

The laughter coming from the bathroom in the Bellagio Hotel was loud and rambunctious. It was the kind of infectious laugh that made anyone who heard it laugh too. Nick had an adorable laugh but Jules, she had a loud, boisterous laugh that Nick loved more than anything. It always made him laugh harder just hearing her laughing.

"Knock it off, Darlin'! You're killing me," he laughed as he wrapped her in a towel.

Jules spun around and faced him, wrapping her arms completely around his body.

"We haven't laughed like this in a long time, huh, Handsome?" she smiled a bittersweet smile.

"I missed it…I missed you…I missed us," he whispered putting his forehead to hers.

Jules leaned up and kissed him deeply and he could feel the emotion behind it.

He ran his fingertips down her back and the towel fell to her waist. He could feel the goose bumps forming and he knew he was giving her the chills.

"If you keep touching me, we will never eat, ya know," she whispered and kissed his neck.

"I have no problem taking you back to that bed and making love to you until tomorrow, but if you really want to eat then by all…" Nick didn't finish because Jules' eyes grew wide and she threw her hand over her mouth.

"LINDSAY! Oh my God, Nicky, what time is it?" she said panicking.

"Hey, hey, relax, you've only been in here a couple hours," he pulled her back to his chest.

Jules pushed out of his arms and tore out of the bathroom to grab her cell phone on the nightstand.

"Ugh, it's almost 11:30, Texas! We've been in here longer than a couple hours," she raised her eyebrows.

"So, call her, see if she minds being there later," he smiled, "because after we eat I have to slip you under those fresh, clean sheets and have my way with you at least one more time tonight," he reached out, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in as she had the cell phone to her ear.

"Hey, Linds, it's Jules, is everything okay?" she asked trying to wiggle from his arms.

"Yep, Emma's still asleep, she hasn't made a peep since you left and I checked on her twice," she told Jules. Jules felt happy that she looked in on her sleeping daughter twice already.

"What time did your mom want you home?" she asked biting her bottom lip as she waits for her answer.

Nick smiled at her as she spoke. He loved just watching her. He leaned in and began to kiss her naked shoulder.

"It doesn't matter. I'm just watching a movie so if you want to stay out longer it's cool with me because I'd really love to see the end so…trust me I don't mind," she told her.

"Oh, okay, if you don't mind I would like to come home a little later," she pushed Nick away and mouthed 'stopppp ittt' to him.

He chuckled softly and walked to the bathroom.

He walked back out with a towel around his waist and another in his hand.

As she spoke, she watched Nick stand in the middle of the room with a towel around his waist and a chiseled chest glistening from remaining water drops. He didn't notice her watching him and she smiled as he used another towel to rub around his wet hair. She almost couldn't concentrate on Lindsay Willow's answer because she was finding him so enticing and sexy.

"Not a problem, I will call you if I need to go home or if I am tired or something," she said sweetly.

"Thanks Lindsay, you're the best!" she clicked her phone shut and threw it onto the bed.

So, you'll stay a little longer?" he smiled from ear to ear.

Jules didn't answer him. She just walked straight to him, reached her arms up and around his neck and planted a huge kiss on him. He wrapped his arms completely around her and kissed her back happily.

Forcing herself to pull away she walked over to the food cart and opened the lids.

"Glad I got the turkey club! Yours is cold now!" she chuckled, "You can have half of mine, if you want it," she nodded and walked over to the small table and put her dish down on it.

Nick walked up behind her and grabbed her plate and put it back on the cart.

"HEY! What are you doing?" she complained.

"We are going to eat in bed, no?" he said wheeling the cart next to the bed. "We can sprawl out better. I want you in my arms, Darlin'… for as long as I can tonight," he explained.

Jules nodded, "Oh, Handsome, I have missed being in your arms more than you know!" she said as she fixed her towel tighter around her.

Nick laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" she furrowed her brow unsure.

"You tightening that towel up over there," he smirked.

"What? It was loosening," she didn't get it what he was saying.

Nick laughed devilishly.

"You just might as well leave it on the chair, Baby," he winked.

"Ohhhh, you dirty, dirty man," she laughed as she realized where he was going with his comment.

Nick held out his hand and she placed her hand in his. He walked her over to the bed and together they crawled into it. Nick propped up the pillows and rested his back against them. Jules crawled in and sat between his legs and leaned her back on his chest. Nick moved her hair to the side and kissed her neck.

"Texas, eat!" she yelled and leaned up and grabbed her plate.

"I was hoping you'd say that," he chuckled and sucked her neck harder.

"YOUR FOOD," she insisted.

He leaned over and grabbed the cold burger off the plate, leaving the dish behind. He took a bite and while it was cold and far from delicious, but he was starving and it would be just fine.

Jules pulled a piece of bacon from her sandwich and held it up, leaning it back to his him. Nick leaned forward and took it from her with his mouth.

She turned to look at him.

"Good?" she smiled.

"Very good, Sunshine," and he took another bite of his burger.

With nothing but crumbs and leafy garnish left on their plates, Jules snuggled down deep into Nicks arms perfectly.

"We, um, we didn't get much talking done as planned, huh?" he smiled and kissed her shoulder.

"I should've known better than to think I could be left alone with you," she smirked and leaned the back of her head on his shoulder.

"I can't come home yet, can I?" he whispered as he had his lips resting on her shoulder.

"I don't think that would be a good idea, do you?" she looked over at him. "I mean, I like the idea of you back in my bed, back in our lives, but I am just saying we need to clear this whole Brooke thing up first. Make an honest man out of you first, ya know what I mean?" she gave him a grimaced smile as if to say sorry.

"You afraid of Warrick?" he furrowed his brow.

"No, I'm not afraid him or Trista," she turned her body more toward him, "I'm not afraid, but I totally get how they will feel if you come strolling back in, without any proof to your innocence but only my faith in you…" she closed her eyes thinking about it.

"You don't understand, Nick, Warrick held me in his arms as I sobbed after talking to Brooke," she looked down sadly, "Trista took Emma for me when I cried for two days straight and couldn't get out of bed when I told you I wanted out of our marriage. They helped pick up the pieces...the pieces of me that were shattered."

"I do, I do understand, and I am so sorry this is all happening," he stroked her hair, "I'm sorry for this whole mess," he told her and stroked some hair away from her face.

"My brother and Trista were my rocks through this and they made sure they were there for Emma constantly. I knew Warrick was coming over every morning just to make sure I was okay and that Emma had a father figure around. Warrick knows how to stand up to the plate…he always has for me…since the beginning," she sighed, " And I don't want to have him doubt you either. I want your name to be cleared. I don't want Trista to look at you and think you are such a conniving asshole that weaseled and lied your way back into our home. No, I don't want that," she rested her head into his shoulder blade.

"I don't want that either. But I want to still be close to you! I need my family back" he pressed his face into her hair inhaling her as much as he could. "But I also need for this to all be fixed. And if I know I have your faith in me...if I know you are by my side, I know we can get to the bottom of this. We need to find out who would splash those pictures on your FaceBook, who mailed them, who took them...these are all questions we don't have answers to."

"I agree with you. I have spent so much time hurting and crying that I never thought about WHO did that to me..." she squinted up at him.

"I want my name cleared too. I don't believe what those pictures show. You are the only one in my life that I could ever be with...I hope you know that," he stroked her arm with his fingertips, "But...but I can't stand not being with you and Em."

"You stay here instead of Greg's couch. You don't want to hang out on his couch this long anyway, give the guy his place back. I will meet you…every day if I have to. And You will come see Em…we can do this without having to upset anyone who cares so much about me. They are only looking out for me and it would look like I am just spitting in their faces. I really understand how it looks, I do," she looked up at him. "Once we figure this all out, we can let them know you are the stand-up man I know you are," she looked up at him and he leaned over and kissed her softly.

"I love you, Sunshine, you know that?" he whispered in between his kisses, "I will never, ever forget how you are believing in me despite the evidence. That takes a lot and don't think I don't know that," he hugged her tighter as he spoke.

"It does…I gotta say, it does, but you looked me in the eyes and told me something is way wrong and that Brooke was not telling you something…I trust you and I trust your instincts. You haven't lied to me yet, Nick, even when it would have saved your ass…you wouldn't lie to me," she reached over and grabbed his hand and brought it over her heart, "I gave this to you a long time ago and I don't accept returns," she smiled.

Nick scooted down a little and maneuvered himself to his side; he propped his head up with his hand and stared at her. Jules rolled to her side to look back at him.

And for the next few minutes they just stared at each other and occasionally touched each others face. But no words were spoken because their silence let their souls embrace again.

Every part of them missed each other…right down to their souls.