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Title: Tease (4/??)
Author: Dani Shafer
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from CSI.
Feedback: DaniMarieShafer@aol.com
Pairing: Nick/Sara
Rating: NC-17 (For mentions of crime scene nasties and sexual situations)
Summary: Sexual tension can take you a long way. How long will it take before Nick and Sara admit how they really feel?

AN: Huge thank you to Heather who beta'd this. Thank you oooooohhhhhh soooooo much :)

AN2: Warning ahead... this story is moving from fluffy to semi angsty. I also wanted to warn you there is mention of blood, violence and rape and other bad things in this chapter. Nothing is too overly descriptive so don't worry. For this reason and this reason only I'm giving it a NC-17 rating. I have decided that this fic WILL remain NC-17 for *sexual situations* in later chapters.

{Chapter 4}

The car ride was silent as Nick weaved his way through the dimly lit residential neighborhood. None of them had been in the mood for conversation; each stuck in their own world. The eerie flash of red and blue lights echoed around the street as they reached their destination, the sirens having been long ncednced as the dark Tahoe pulled behind the police cars.
Warrick could see the tension in Sara's shoulders as she mentally prepared her self for tonight's case. He watched as Nick's hand, which had been resting lightly on her leg since they both entered the SUV, had began to move slightly up and down her thigh in a comforting gesture. His fingers moved to grab and interlock with the hand that had been lying limply in her lap, a sad smile pulling at his lips.

Her head had been turned to look out the window, seeing the scene before them. He could see from her reflection in the tinted window that she hadn't been focusing on any one detail. Her dark eyes were glazed over in deep thought. She turned her head slowly at the heat of his hand over hers. She looked at Nick as reassuringly as she could, her heart swelling as he pulled their clasped hands towards his lips. He pressed soft kisses on her knuckles before moving to the inside of her wrist, the drumming beat in her veins increasing as his lips lingered against her sensitive skin.
Warrick watched in amazement, as the tension seemed to drain from her system almost instantly. Her skin regained the slow tinge of pale color and the golden luster in her eyes returned as they shared a brief intimate look between them. Even though their relationship was brand spanking new, he could tell that Nick had already fallen in love with the brunette.
Nick tore his eyes reluctantly away from Sara's, killing the engine as they all took a collective deep breath. They had no idea what kind of a situation they were walking into, but they had a bad feeling about it. Sara closed her eyes momentarily, willing the unbidden images from her mind as she tried to calm her nerves.
They all exited the vehicle, the SUV rattling on its springs as they all slammed their doors at the same time. They walked in formation, Sara and Nick leading the way as Warrick trailed behind them, three silver forensic kits held by their sides. Cops parted out of their way, the grim faces everyone was wearing ma Sar Sara's heart sink a little bit more. There was no jokes, no friendly banter, nothing. This one was bad.
They had not gotten two steps into the house when Nick's eyes practically fell from his sockets; his abrupt halt almost making Warrick run into him. Sara looked to him with concern, wasps starting to worm their way into her intestine track.
"Becca?" Nick's dark brown eyes shot wide with mixture of concern and surprise.
"Nicky? Oh god Nicky..." The woman cried, her bright green eyes filled with tears as they ran down the side of her tanned skin. She came bounding from the plush beige of the couch, the EMT that was seeing to the wounds around her neck almost falling backwards from her momentum.
Nick took a few involuntary steps back as the lithe woman with fiery red and brown hair jumped into his arms and wrapped her long slender arms around his neck. He struggled momentarily to regain his balance, dropping his kit to the ground with a loud thud as he hugged her back.
"Please don't let him hurt me." She sobbed violently, her tears soaking through the tight black shirt that clung to his muscular frame.
Warrick and Sara exchanged confused glances, Sara feeling the bile rise unsteadily into her throat. How did Nick know this woman?
"Whoa Becca, it's okay. I'm here sweetheart, no ones going to hurt you." He drawled out slowly, rubbing comforting circles against the small cotton t-shirt that barely covered her frail form.
Nick shot a sympathetic glance towards Sara, his eyes full of deep sadness as the woman he knew all to well snuggled against his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of him. It was still the same, exactly the same as she remembered it. Sara tried to look on as supportive as she could, desperately quelling the beginnings of jealousy that she was feeling.
In front of her a tear stricken super model had molded herself to Nick's body, her nails clawing at his back, the back she herself been clawing only hours ago. She had long darvy hvy hair, tips of bright red hair starting from the bottom and weaving up to the middle of her long mane. Sara had gotten a good look at her before she flung her self at Nick. She had large expressive emerald eyes, a small nose, and small pouty lips. She had a perfect sharp bone structure and what look to be only an inch, if that, shorter than her self.
"Becca calm down honey. You need to tell us what happen so we can catch this bastard. Did he hurt you?" Nick asked as he pried her off of his body.
They all watched as her body shook slightly, her fingers trembling as she hugged her body to fight the missing warmth. Nick led her to the couch, crouching down on his haunches as he settled before her, his hands held firmly and desperately in hers.
Warrick took a moment to observe the crime scene, looking for anything that jumped out at him. His sharp ears picked up a faint howl of wind coming from the open window in the kitchen. The drapes danced around the kitchen as his keen eyes quickly spotted a muddy footprint on the tile floor. Size 10 to 11, his eyes squinted further to determine the ridges. He suddenly got a flash of a man, around 6 feet, crawling into the window, black mask over his face. He looked up suddenly, hearing for the first time the shuffling of feet from aboim. im. He guessed that was where the DB was. His eyes continued to take in the scene, looking for anything else that seemed out of place.
Sara stood in a bit of a daze, her eyes riveted to the couple in front of her. They obviously had shared some kind of a special bond she could tell. He was gently moving long hairs away from her face to tuck them behind her ears, a gesture that she had gotten to used from him. She wanted to kick her self for paying more attention to them, then to the actual crime scene. This was probably the reason interoffice relationships were frowned upon.
"He didn't... I mean he tired to but I kicked him. Yould uld have been so proud Nicky... I did just like you taught me." She whispered, giving him a small smile as she choked on a strangled sob.
Sara could place the drawl of her voice, the brazen color of her skin. They must know each other from Texas. Maybe high school or college?
Nick gave Becca a smile, his eyes still holding an infinite amount of sadness. He was relieved to know that she was okay, but he knew her sister Rachael had not been so lucky. "That's my girl." He kissed the top of her head, his hands tangling through her hair as he let her cry on his shoulder some more.
Sara's mouth was hung slightly open, her heart on fire as she watched the man she loved slowly slip from her. She had never seen him like that before, never seen the sincerity in his eyes as his body relaxed against hers. He had always been a people person, his brazen personality, charming good looks; people were open to talking to him. He was warm and compassionate, patient and forgiving, but the warmth that he was giving to this woman was something she had not seen from him.
She turned around quickly, trying her best to ignore the scene before her. She didn't need to think about that right now. She had a job to do, she wanted to nail this bastard and then go home to her small empty apartment, alone.
"I'm gonna..." She stammered, looking towards Warrick, "Go see how David's doing."
Warrick gave her half a smile, nodding his head. They both looked at Nick, who was ignoring the commotion around them.
Sara was just approaching the stairs, as she pulled out a pair of white latex gloves of hef her pocket.
"Hey Sar." Warrick called out, eyes looking up at her.
With a snap and small puff of powder Sara finished putting on her gloves. She took a deep breath, turning her whole body to face Warrick.
"You okay?" The concern etched his voice made her give him a small nod. She couldn't find the words to speak just yet, but Warrick knhat hat was all he was going to get from her.
Warrick snapped on his own gloves, his keen eyes starting to move around the room as he began the tedious task of collecting any evidence that would be useful. He knew having an eyewitness was a plus, but it didn't sink the deal, they needed forensic evidence.
Sara took the stairs two at a time, her long legs moving with grace as she begrudgingly made her way towards the bedroom. Her eyes quickly took in a few useful bits of information along the way. There was a blood drip leading away from the bedroom and down the stairs, a smudged maroon handprint staining the wall. Whether it was 'Becca's' or the suspect she wasn't sure. She took a deep breath, willing her nerves in order. This was just a case, a case like any other. They went in, they collected evidence, and then they caught the bad guy. What she saw when she walked in the room made her iron stomach lurch, tears pricking in her eyes almost automatically. It was horrid.
Her hand moved over her mouth, her lips sealed to close out the anguished gasp of surprise. David looked up to her, his own eyes fighting against the moisture. He wished suddenly that he could go to her, embrace her in hug and tell he it would be okay, but he knew that he couldn't do that. They all had a job to do and the quicker they did it, the faster they would catch the sick son of a bitch that had done this.
He closed his eyes, his voice sounding unattached and a little too professional even to his own ears. "I would put time of death at around 11 pm; she's been dead between one and two hours. I see signs of strangulation..." He choked slightly, but kept on, "her throat�s been slit, and she most likely bled out from here or the other various wounds covering the body" he pointed to the gaping wound that had almost severed the head from the body, "I see ligature marks around her wrists and ankles, massive bruising along the jaw line, ribs and thighs." He had to close his eyes to the get the scene out of his head.
Sara approached softly, her camera already posed in front of her face. Seeing it through the lens seemed to somehow detach her self, to trick her mind into believing that the body wasn't right in front of her. She snapped the pictures soundlessly; her eyes swollen from unshed tears as David's voice fell on numb ears. She had stopped listening, the sound of her blood rushing in her ears making her almost deaf. The dark room was illuminated time and time again every time the flash went off, a glimpse of blood covered walls staining her memory forever.
It was only when she was done snapping several photo's that she caught his last sentence, "I'll know more when we get her back to the lab, but Sara..." He paused, debating if he should disclose the last bit of evidence he had gathered, "Based on the sisters statement earlier, she walked into the room while he was raping her," his eyes closed tightly. "She was already dead by then Sara. There looks to be semen mixed with the blood around her neck� there was no way she was alive..."
That was too much for Sara; she took an awkward step back, tripping on her own feet. There was so much blood, everywhere around the room, as if the walls had been painted crimson. Deep gashes lined the mutilated body, this girl had not just been raped and killed, and she was tortured. This was a crime of passion, most likely by someone she knew.
She turned and ran down the stairs in a blind panic to get as far away as she could. Nick and Warrick both startled at the sight of Sara running out the door, her hair billowing behind her as the front door slammed shut behind her.
Nick's head shot up in concern, feeling suddenly over-ridden with guilt that he had forgotten she was there. He should have been with her when she took the body shots.

"Warrick... can you sit with Rebecca? Do a formal interview for our records, I'm gonna go make sure she's okay."
Warrick nodded, taking a cautious slow gentle seat next the brunette who watched with wide eyes at the situation around her. Nick was out the door before either coblinblink. Warrick turned to her slightly, putting is kis kindest smile as he looked to her affectionately. "So you know our Nicky?" He said lightly, trying to make her feel more comfortable. He found people opened up more once you found some kif cof common ground with them.
He watched as she gave him a small smile, "Me and Nick go way back. We went to high school together in Texas..." She blushed slightlHe wHe was my first boyfriend. We dated for about a year, but we stayed good friends after we broke up� well, not at first. It took us a while, but I forgave him for breaking my heart. God, I haven't seen him in years." A brief look of reminiscing flashed across her face, as if she was reliving that happier time in her life.
Warrick nodded, urging her to continue. "I came out to Vegas a couple of months ago to be with my sister. She was having problems with her boyfriend; they broke up and she wasn't taking it too well." Her voice was small and unattached.
Warrick's mind was already jumping to conclusions, "Do you have his name?"
"His name is David Williams..."
"Was that the man who assaulted you and your sister tonight?" He asked softly.
"I think it was, but� I can't say for sure. I've never seen him before and Rachael burned all of their pictures together� but she described him to me a couple of timeshe ghe gave a tiny smile, "We used to do that you know. After a bad break up, we would make a party of it. You should have seen the bonfire I made after me and Nick broke up." She laughed softly, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Warrick couldn't help but smile at her, not wishing this fate on anyone. He knew Nick would be taking this hard, knowing the victims personally. He didn't even want to think about what this was doing to Sara.
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Sara leaned against the Tahoe, her eyes closed, silent tears dripping from her face to the ground. She shivered slightly as the night air lapped at the moisture leaving her skin to dry before the next drop of sadness followed down the same fateful path.
Nick's eyes quickly flashed around the dark night, spotting Sara's slumped form almost instantly. He jogged towards her, his heart breaking with each step, as he got closer to her.

"I'm so sorry Sar. I should have been there." He wrapped his arms around her waist, attempting to pull her body to his.

She struggled against him, moving headhead to the side as she avoided his concerned stare. She knew that she had fucked up, that once again she let her emotions get the better of her. She was supposed to be a professional, one of the best CSIs. She had taken off running at almost the first chance she had got. She could have compromised the scene in her haste to exit. Did she disturb the blood trail on the carpet? Did she touch the walls as she ran blindly down the hallway?
"Nick don't, please I just want a few minutes to my self." She whispered, her voice unusually low.
"Sara don't push me away." He said almost sternly, using his heavy body to keep her back pushed up against the truck.
Sara snapped, suddenly feeling trapped. She lashed out, pushing his weighty frame off of hers in an instant, her eyes full of rage. "I don't want you here Nick! I don't want your comfort and I certainly don't want your pity. Go back to that woman in there, she was more than happy to accept your concern!" Sara was screaming, tears pouring from her eyes.
A few curious glances were thrown towards the shadowed couple, all turning their heads quickly as Sara shot them a warning look that would make most grown men drop to their knees.
Nick took a step back, hands in the air, watching as Sara broke before him. "Sara don't do this, this isn't about Becca. This is about you."
"Oh, so it�s Becca? What's that short for, Rebecca? God, tell me Nick, is there any one in Vegas you haven't slept with? I can see the way she looked at you, the way you looked at her." She spat out in disgust.
Nick felt tmagimaginary knife plunge into his heart, painful bursts of emotions causing his jaw to twitch. "Give it a rest Sara! She just lost her sister; she hasn't seen me in years! I was a familiar face for her, someone to ground her. I wasn't just going to push her away because you were standing there!" Nick was getting agitated.
He just wanted to take Sara into his arms, to go back to this morning when they had fallen into a lust endued coma, both too sated to even move. They had ended up on the floor of his bedroom, the lamp knocked off the end stand, blankets and pillows scattered across the room. He had pulled her damp body on top of his, looking deep into her eyes as he kissed her passionately. His tongue had moved flawlessly inside her mouth and on her heated skin, their bodies sliding against one another's in a sensual dance of passion. They nipped and pulled at each other, each kiss and caress fueling a burning fire.
Even when they had no energy to move they still touched every available inch of skin within their grasp, feeling and learning each new plane and line of the other�s body. They had been intent on memorizing each inch of new skin that was no longer forbidden to them. He had wanted to cry, to confess his undying love to her over and over again as he thrust within her body, as he felt her walls squeeze him so tightly he felt as if he would faint from the sensation.
They had made love all throughout the day, both finally passing out on the floor, cuddling against each for warmth. They had woken just before shift, terribly sore, sticky and in complete and utter bliss. The 1000-watt smile that was plastered on both of their faces when they had come into shift together today had been a dead give away. They couldn't stop touching one other.
He sighed sadly, wishing that they could just go back to a few hours ago. "Why don't you go home�me and Warrick can wrap this up."
If Sara thought she was angry before, she had no words to describe what she was feeling now. "WHAT!" She advanced on him like a predator to prey. "You don't think I'm capable of doing my job?" She yelled even louder as she closed the distance between them, her voice dropped dangerously low. "Just because spenspent the day fucking me, doesn't give you the right to know what's best for me." Her nostrils were flaring slightly as she took deep calming breaths of stale air.
Nick winced at the harshness of her words, taking a few steps back from her advancing form. He suddenly mused that he had said the wrong thing; perhaps he should have told her he loved her, and that he would always be there for her. He put his hands up in the air once again in surrender; not even wanting to touch that one with a ten-foot pole while she was like this.
"You know what, never mind." He murmured quietly, "Forget I said anything. Lets just back inside and wrap this up. The sooner we�re done, the sooner we can all go home."
Sara nodded, the fire in her eyes still burning bright and focused solely on Nick. She straightened her shoulders and marched towards the house, leaving Nick standing there by him self, his head tilted up towards the clear night sky. If he could only make it through the night, maybe he could repair some of the damage they had both inflicted upon each other.
TBC...
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