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{Part 3}
Nick for the first time, Catherine noted, arrived before Sara. The handsome Texan had a huge smile plastered on his face, a bounce to his step, and an all around orgasmic glow radiating from his body. He had gotten laid, and very thoroughly at that, if his low key whistling had anything to say about it. Catherine gave him a small smirk, her lips shimmering with lip-gloss.
"You're in a good mood. Got laid didn't ya?" She asked bluntly.
Nick feigned outrage. "Why Catherine, that's a bit personal don't you think? I don't ask about your sex life, although I'm sure its quite interesting." Nick laughed.
"Oh come on Nick! You would tell Warrick, hell you would brag about it to him if he asked, so why can't I?" Catherine asked curiously, wondering whom the mystery girl was.
Warrick, from his place next to Catherine, suddenly got interested in the conversation; "You finally get Missy over in ballistics to go out with you? Damn, I've been trying to get her to go out with me for weeks!"
Nick shook his head, "What I can't just be in a good mood? Why does sex have to have anything to do with it?" He poured him self a cup of steaming hot coffee, hiding his smile with the brim of the ceramic mug.
Before Warrick could reply that sex had everything to do with it, Sara strolled in, a beaming smile that was identical to the one on Nick's face. She was glowing, her body relaxed, her eyes shimmering. "Good evening everyone." She said cheerfully. With out missing a beat she walked over to Nick, plucked the cup that he was holding up to his lips, mid drink, andk itk it out of his hands. She took a large gulp of coffee, handing him back the cup as she took a seat on the couch, ignoring the open stares.
Warrick and Catherine looked from Nick to Sara and back again in astonishment. Nick went on as normal, as if it was a normal, every day thing for Sara to just drink from his coffee cup and give it back to him. They watched as he brought the cup back up to his lips, draining the rest of the brown syrup before he went for a refill, this time taking an extra cup from the cabinet for Sara.
"Okay... what's going on here?" Catherine asked, folding her arms across her chest, the tops of her breast pushing out of the v-neck shirt she was wearing.
Both Nick and Sara looked at each other, trying there hardest to keep the post coital smiles off their faces as they answered at the same time, "Nothing. Nothing at all." Their eyes met in a brief gaze of amusement, both of their hands fidgeting at the sides in order to keep from touching one another. They had barely managed to exit the Tahoe. Sara was seated in his lap in the parking loer her hips grinding against his arousal as he kissed and tasted her neck and face one more.
"Sure." Both Warrick and Catherine answered, deciding to give them their privacy for the time being. "We know you guys did it... we'll get it out of you sometime." They both made a silent promise to grill the other one as soon as they were alone. They worked best as a team; divide and conquer, then exchange what they knew.
The conversation was dropped for the moment as Grissom, followed closely by Greg, walked in the room. Grissom took a surprised note that Nick was already their, reading something over Sara's shoulder as they sat on the couch, legs touching. He shook his head at the oddity, assuming that he most likely gave Sara a ride to work, as he didn't see her Tahoe out in the parking lot.
"Alright guys... seems like day shift took some of our cases. We don't have anything yet, so this is a relaxation night. Try and get some sleep, or entertain yourselves some how, but be quiet about it. I'll be in my office going over some paper work, but be ready as soon as we get a call."
*****
Four hours later found Nick's dark brow furrowed in concentration, much like he would if he were studying evidence. He held Sara's small foot in his hand, the fumes of the pale pink nail polish making him high and tad bit dizzy. Sara tried her best not to giggle, his long fingers unintentionally tickling the arch of her foot.
"Stop moving, Sar." Nick laughed, applying a thin perfect coat of polish to her pinky toe. He brought footfoot towards his mouth; his soft lips pursing together to blow air over the wet polish, helping the thin coat dry quicker.
Both Warrick and Catherine rolled their eyes dramatically, only looking up from their card game long enough to find out who had made Sara giggle like a school girl. Warrick was the first to laugh; shaking his head as he discarded an unneeded card. Greg watched with something akin to jealously, staying unusually quiet. Nick and Sara had been all over each other all night, touching and laughing. Nick had lost a bet to Sara and had found him self at the end of her feet, painting her toe nails as Warrick, Catherine and Greg all kept playing.
"You pretty good at that Nick. Anything you want to tell me?" Sara joked, her back leaning against the armrest of the couch, eyes raised over her book as she studied the lines of his face.
She was laying comfortably, a Forensic Journal in her hands as she lay back with both of her bare feet in Nick's lap. The warmth of his hands on her feet was spreading up her calves towards her thighs, making her read the same sentence over and over again. She was wearing a pair of thin black slacks, the cuff ridding up to expose most of her smooth calf.
Nick was perched on the other end of the couch, reveling in the fact that he was holding Sara's small foot in his hands. His legs were stretched out on the outside of her body, his thighs touching hers intimately. There was the distant sound of the TV was echoing in the background, no one really watching it as the relaxed group made comfortable conversation.
It had been a slow night for the CSI's, all their cases had been solved and their really wasn't anything left to do. They had all agreed when Sara, much to the surprise of the other CSI�s, suggested that they relax in the break room and play a game. Normally she was the first to go pursuing through the pending cases, combing over the details to see if she get any other leads.
Sara kept giving Nick sly smiles over the top of her journal, and in the last 5 minutes he had yet to see her turn a page. He could feel her eyes on him; feel the way her skin jumped under his fingers every time he stroked her foot.
"Funny Sara...� He rolled his eyes jokingly at her. �I have a couple of sisters... who do you think they made paint their nails for prom? Or before a big date? I was the youngest, which meant I had to do pretty much whatever they said." Nick chuckled.
�Wait a second," he said as if he suddenly got her joke, "you you challenging my manhood?" His eyes lit up in playfulness, holding her foot tight in his hand. She started to squirm away from him, trying to get her captured foot out of his hands. He set the small bottle of polish on the floor next to the couch with one hand, his chest puffing out in a show of male pride.
"She might not, but man I sure the hell am." Warrick quipped from the other side of the room, cursing under his breath as Catherine took his card.
Sara laughed loudly, placing her un-bookmarked journal on the floor, arms crossing over her chest. "Yeah Nicky, what if I am challenging you; what are you gonna do about it?" The smile on her face was barely contained, the feel of his hands on her body just a reminder of what he could do to her. Of what he had spent all day doing to her.
Nick gave out a snort, slowly crawling up her body like a predator getting ready to devour its prey. His hands pulled on her waist, dragging her body from the half sitting position so that she was now laying flat her back. As he dragged her, the hem of her baby blue shirt rode up slightly, exposing an inch of her midriff. His heavy masculine weight pushed her further into the soft cushions as he settled his head right next to her ear.
He felt Sara shiver underneath him, and he knew it had nothing to do with the temperature in the break room. His teeth barely nipped at her ear, hands moving from her waist slowly up towards her ribs.
"Sara, Sara, Sara. If anyone knows about the validity of my manhood it should be you darlin'." His voice was deep and husky, low enough so only she could hear. His warm breath was tickling the puckering skin around her neck. "Should we tell them how many times I made you cum? How you were screaming my name until you were horse? Better yet, lets tell them how you begged me to take you."

Sara bit her lip to keep from moaning, forgetting for just a moment that they were in the company break room, Nick's long body laying on top of hers, her own legs parted and cradling him between her thighs. She could feel his arousal start to stiffen against her stomach, making waves of excitement flood from her womb to her silk panties.
Before Sara could open her mouth, the hands that had just been so erotically caressing her body started to dig against the sensitive skin on her ribcage, tickling her for all that it was worth. She squealed loudly, thrashing her head to the side as she started laughing in hysterics, her arousal being long forgotten.
"Say it Sara." Nick taunted, laughing himself at the look of pure radiance coming off of her in waves. She was so beautiful it struck a cord in his heart, making him breathe a bit deeper when she was around. He loved her laugh, loved to see it shining in her eyes.
"Never." Sara yelled back, her own fingers finding the ticklish spot under his arms.
"Damn you two, get a room." Catherine laughed, watching the ease in which the two should- be-probably-already-are lovers were touching each other. Sara was arching into his hands without thought, her own fingers relentless in their pursuit to get him back.
She knew that they flirted all the time, but this... this seemed almost intimate. All of their gestures all night had been on a different level. He would wer ser something and she would blush. She would touch him under the table and he would jump. She wondered if something had transpired in them over night. They did leave together, and they did arrive together, but that wasn't something that was new. It was the sound of Greg making a gagging sound, finger down his throat in mock disgust that pulled her out of her thoughts. He gave a small pout, putting his slightly bent cards face down on the table.
"I think I could make her giggle." Greg said suddenly, looking between Warrick and Catherine for validation.
Warrick smiled apologetically at the younger man. It was no secret that Greg had been holding a burning torch for Sara for as long as they all could remember.
"I don't know Greg... you might not be able to, but I�m pretty sure I could." He teased, making the sandy blonde roll his eyes. This started a debate, which Greg had no chance of winning.
Grissom walked into the break room, his lips drawn tight in a somber mask of emotions. He had just gotten a call on two tough cases, wishing that they could all just take a night off from the crime and violence of the city. It was just after midnight, and he had hoped to just pass under the radar. He paused in the entranceway, dark brown folders clutched in one hand as he crossed his arms over his chest, his back resting against the doorframe. He took a moment to observe the people he considered his family.
Catherine's bright blue eyes were sparkling as she sat trying her best not to laugh at the current disagreement between Greg and Warrick, the youngest CSI-in-training waving his arms all around as he spoke. It was something akin to who was better looking, he or Warrick? Greg of course was pointing out his best features, while Warrick sat back with his eyebrow raised, muscular arms crossed against his chest and his long lean legs propped up on the table.
Greg kept looking to the strawberry blonde, looking for validation, but only got a small shake of her head. She held her hands up in indifference, not wanting to take sides or hurt Greg's feelings. He could see Warrick turn his head, giving Catherine his small patented smirk that made the hearts of women around him melt like butter in the hot desert sun. He could practically see the senior CSI swooning in her seat, much to Greg's dismay. Warrick was chuckling and Greg had huffed and looked for Sara to help. She, however, was otherwise occupied.
Sara was laughing in near hysterics, her golden eyes wet with moisture and her cheeks flushed. Nick had his strong arms wrapped around her body, lying almost directly on top of her as he whispered something into her ear, his fingers tickling against the sides of her ribs. She kept giggling, "never..." over and over again. By the blush on her cheeks he had a good feeling he knew what he wanted her to say so he would stop his torturous tickling. He couldn't help the surge he felt in his chest at the sight. He had never seen Nick or Sara so blindingly happy; and the good mood seemed to be infectious with the other members of their family.
He loved Sara yes, but she deserved to be happy. He could never give her what she truly needed. Nick would be wonderful for her. He would devote himself to her completely. She had come in with a smile, her eyes bright and shining with new love. That was something he wasn't quite ready to delve into.
Grissom coughed, watching as Nick's hands seemed to roam all over Sara's body, finding each new ticklish spot on her flesh. Grissom had never known Sara was ticklish, and he mentally put it on his list of things he would never get to find out about her for himself.
"What exactly is going on here?"
At the sound of his voice, both froze, the last bits of laughter fluttering out. Sara, with a spark of disobedience in her eyes, made a move to tickle Nick one last time while he was distracted. The feel of his hard body under her fingers was addictive. He must have seen her from the corner of his eyes, because his hands clasped against wrists, pinning them down.
Nick sat up, pulling Sara with them as they both straightened their now wrinkled clothes. "Sorry Griss, she was challenging my manhood, what's a man to do?"
Nick flinched and chuckled as Sara smacked him on the arm, doing her best to straighten the hair that he had disheveled.
Grissom took one look at the bottle of nail polish on the ground, then the sight of Sara's perfect little wiggling toes shining with gloss, then to the slight hint of pink on Nick's fingers and put it all together.

"Well Nick, if you wish to prove your manliness, I suggest you stop painting her toenails." The joke was delivered with a straight face, just a hint of sarcasm and a smirk left in its wake.
Warrick, Greg, Sara and Catherine couldn't help but laugh at Grissom's rare joke. They were few and far between, something to be cherished when he did loosen up a bit. Catherine, having spent the more time with him outside of work than the others, knew he did have a sense of humor; he just choose to not let out very often. It was just one of those mysteries that was Grissom. Nick blushed, giving Sara a small glare as she laid her head on his broad shoulder.
He opened his mouth to speak; a weight in his heart heavy at having to break up the friendly banter of his children.
"Alright guys... we�ve got a tough rest of the night ahead of us." He spoke, everyone's laughter slowly draining and dying down until only one consecutive groan could be heard.

Grissom looked supportively towards Greg, trying to give him a reassuring look as he began to pass out the two pressing cases. Greg had been doing field assignments one to two times a week, with Grissom trying to slowly expose him the harsher realities of life.
"Warrick, Nick, and Sara, you guys got a possible rape and DB. Brass is with the victim right now and is waiting for your arrival. Seems she walked in on her sister getting attacked, and the perpetrator went after her. The neighbors called the cops after they heard screams, but the perp got away. David has been called to the scene. The sister didn't make it."
Everyone gave Sara a nervous glance, making sure she was okay with the situation. They all knew that Sara tended to get a bit emotionally involved when it came to sexual assault cases. Everyone had their vices, and this was Sara's. Sara had felt Nick's arms tighten around her waist, her body pressing into his.
"I'll be fine, guys. Professional, remember?" Sara said in exasperation, putting up her toughest persona as she huffed in annoyance. Why did it always come back to this?
Her small characteristic "I'm fine" speech might have pacified the rest of the night crew, but Nick was far from convinced. He could feel the tremors in her body as soon as Grissom had mentioned the word rape, he could feel the sweat already beading on her flesh making it slightly clammy.
Grissom nodded, moving on to pass out the other assignment. He would have normally let Catherine and Greg handle this one, but he felt the rookie CSI might need a little bit of back up, and he really didn't have anything else to do, "Greg and Cath, you're with me. We�ve got a DB dumped in the desert; small female child, age still unknown."
At this Greg gulped, feeling his stomach clench in tight knots. He too put on a brave face, trying to let the images of what lay ahead of him not haunt his thoughts. He knew that to become a CSI you had to take the bad with the good. He smiled up towards Catherine as the blonde grasped his hand, squeezing gently before she released it. Greg knew that Griss and Cath would take care of him.
They all rose, the melancholy mood quickly spreading from one to the next as they filed out of the room. Nick lagged behind, pulling Sara's back against his chest as he waited for everyone to leave. Warrick gave Nick a knowing nod, walking out silently to wait by the car.
"You okay Sar?" He asked, turning her around in his arms.
She nodded, looking anywhere but into his eyes. He tilted her chin up with his index finger, his deep brown eyes melting with hers. He could see the moisture already gathering in their depths, his chest tightening at the hurt he saw behind her bright eyes. He would give anything in the world just to take away her pain. If he ever found the bastard that had hurt her, he would kill him.
"Nick..." She complained slightly, trying her best to keep up her facade.
"Sar, don't bullshit with me. I know you're not all right; this is me you're talking to. We'll do this together, I promise, okay? You won't be alone. I'll be there, and you've got Warrick too." He drawled slowly, his eyes moistening with the overwhelming feelings he felt for her. "I love you sweetheart."
Sara nodded in understanding, feeling as if a small weight of burden had been lifted from her shoulders. He was the only one who truly understood. He brought his hand to the back of her neck, pulling her face towards his. He kissed her softly, the warmth of his breath warming her skin as their mouths danced slowing against one another. "I love you too Nicky."
He pulled away, forehead resting against hers. "Now come on, we�ve got a case to solve." He smiled at her, wiping the lone tear that had escaped her eye with the pad of his thumb.
He pulled her out of the break room, their fingers intertwined as they walked out into the cool desert night, ignoring the questioning stares of the lab occupants.
TBC...
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