A/N- So... is there any excuse that I can give you all that you'd accept from me? I really do apologize. I completely forgot all about this story and the GSR bandwagon kept me rather busy. My bad, forgive me!

Thanks to kakidoll for the beta on this one, and all of the old chapters as well. I know I'm a pain in the ass, Kim.

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All Nick had done, the entire night so far, was apologize to Sara. He felt like a total dumbass now that he thought about it. Why had it taken some old guy at a gas station to point out that, Nicholas Stokes- ladies man, according to half the lab, was doing the wrong thing in this situation?

God, the things she did to him! He thought back to what she had said earlier ‘Oh my God, a bug, Nick? A five year old could’ve done better than that!’ Of course a five year old could’ve done better than what he did. He couldn’t think around her. Nick paled in comparison to a five year old when he was with Sara.

When he was with her, he lost the ability to speak correctly, walk correctly, and think correctly. He nearly lost the ability to keep his hands to himself, though back at the lab he had lost that battle.

Six years he had been around her, and never once had a problem with anything, until he realized that he loved her. Now he had pissed her off and the only way to make it better was to go all out for a huge apology, since his little ones had worn out their welcome.

He needed a completely blown out, balls to the wall, pull out all the stops, hardcore apology, and Chuck had given him a great idea.

“Sara?”

“Mm?” was all the response he was going to get from her, or so she had decided anyway.

“I know that you said if it wasn’t about the case or work, then not to talk to you, but its too quiet in here and I just wa-“ he was cut off by Sara turning on the radio.

What they heard about made both of them shit a brick.

And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever

And if you'll only hold me tight

We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right

“Change it!” Nick said quickly.

She sure as hell didn’t need to be told twice, hell she didn’t even need to be told the first time, her hand was halfway to the knob when he told her to change it.

I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me

I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me

“Oh my god!” Nick went red, but his color was nothing like that of Sara’s.

Neither thought they could be anymore embarrassed or nervous at the moment.

Sara didn’t seem to reach for the radio knob fast enough for Nick, so he changed the station.

I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'm beggin' you to beg me.

“Oh, come on!” Sara yelled, as they both went for the dial, their hands brushing against each other. Normally this would’ve been a classic ‘feel the sparks between us?’ kind of moment but they needed that ‘put you in the mood for sweet, sweet lovin’ music off of the radio and it needed to come off of there now. Sara might have been upset with Nick, but if he would apologize like he actually meant it, jumping his bones would be accomplished without hesitation.

I've been really tryin , baby
Tryin to hold back these feelings for so long
And if you feel, like I feel baby
Come on, oh come on,

About the worst possible song for these two just came on the radio. Of course, it always could have been ‘Me So Horny’.

Let's get it on
Lets get it on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on

“Move, Sara!” Nick yelled, as he fought for the dial.

We're all sensitive people
With so much love to give, understand me sugar
Since we got to be
Lets say, I love you

“Just change the goddamn thing, would you?!” she fought back, neither really cared who changed it, but someone sure as hell needed to.

There's nothin wrong with me
Lovin you-- And givin yourself to me, can never be wrong
If the love is true

CRACK!

Anyone want to take a quick guess as to what that noise was?

That noise, boys and girls, would have been from the tuning knob snapping off in Sara’s hand. Of course, it wouldn’t have been too much of an issue if Beefcake Nick hadn’t been so overcorrecting with the volume knob right after, in turn, having that piece of crap in his hand as a souvenir.

So now they are stuck, driving down the road, in the middle of nowhere, listening to one of the greatest love songs of all time, blaring in Sara’s truck on their way to a scene. How fan-freaking-tastic for them.

“What did I do in a past life?” Sara wondered aloud.

Don't you know how sweet and wonderful, life can be
I'm askin you baby, to get it on with me
I aint gonna worry, I aint gonna push
So come on, come on, come on, come on baby
Stop beatin round the bush...

“Twenty bucks says you were a siren.” Nick answered her rhetorical question quietly enough that she didn’t hear him over the radio.

Let's get it on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on

“Thank God, its over.” Sara sighed.

“Well, I don’t know about the stations you listen to, but the ones I listen to generally play more than one song.” He laughed nervously. ‘Nothing could be worse than Marvin Gaye’

Nick thought, and pleaded silently to the radio ‘Right?’

To both Sara and Nick’s great relief, the host came on the air instead of some more of that horrid music. ‘That was a little Marvin for all you love birds out there. We’ll be right back with ‘I’ll Make Love to You’ from Boys to Men.’

“No way. No damn way will I be listening to that!” Nick said as he pulled over.

“What are you doing? Why are you pulling over?”

Nick ignored Sara’s questions and walked to the back to get into his kit. He came back a minute later with a pair of pliers.

“Nick, what are you doing?”

“Not. Listening. To. More. Sex. Songs.” He grunted as he turned the station to country. “There, that’s much better.” He smiled with relief.

“The hell it is.” Sara said. “You better get to changing it again. We don’t know how far from the scene we are, it looks like it’s going to rain, I have to pee again, we’re tired, and we are not listening to country music.”

Nick was about to protest and say that country was the best, but the look in Sara’s eye quickly shut down any comment he would have made, other than “Sorry, what do you want?”

“No sex tunes and no country, that’s for damn sure.”

No other stations, besides the two, would come in, so it was back to silence for the two. Nick wasn’t happy with that, but he figured that Sara was, so he just left well enough alone and drove on to the scene.

The most ridiculously long road trip of either of their lives later, and they were finally at that damned scene, nearly eight hours after being handed the assignment slip. When they got there…no one else was there. It was the right address, there was yellow crime scene tape, and it sure as hell looked like a B and E, but there was not one other person around.

“What the hell?” Sara said.

“I don’t know.” Nick shrugged “Its not like they could all just go home. One officer had to stay, at least.”

“I’ll call Grissom and see what’s up.” she said, pulling out her phone. She saw his confused look “What?”

“I thought your phone was dead, Sara.” he grinned.

“Um, it was?” she said innocently, as she dialed.

“And it magically charged its own batteries?”

“Shut up, Nick.” She rolled her eyes, with a tiny grin on her face.

Nick looked around as Sara talked to Grissom. While he was looking around, Sara started to practically yell into the phone. When she hung up, he waited for her to talk first.

“Ridiculous.” She muttered.

It didn’t sound like she really meant that for him, so he didn’t respond.

“Rain and hotels, its all ridiculous.” She muttered again.

Did she just say hotels?

“Nick?”

“Yeah. Sara?’

“Grissom says we need to find a hotel.”

Nicks eyes almost bugged out of his head. “What?! What happened? What about the B and E?”

“We apparently took long enough for the manger to cave. Some insurance scheme. Not the point though. Grissom started taking about rain, and spouting off all of the stupid facts about the weather and said that we need to find a hotel for now.”

Though it did go along with Nick’s plan quite well, he still acted shocked at the idea. “Why the hell do we need to do that?!”

“Its already raining in Vegas and the roads are washed out. We can get a hotel here and drive back later, or drive back a couple towns over now and get a hotel later. Either way, we aren’t getting home tonight.” She sighed. The thought of staying in a hotel with Nick would be fantastic otherwise, if she wasn’t so hell-bent on keeping up the façade of being mad at him, just so she didn’t look like an idiot.

“Chuck said something about a decent one up the road from here, or do you want to drive back some?”

“Why were you and Chuck discussing hotels, Nick?” she raised a curious eyebrow at him.

“He…uh…uh, he thought the weather might get bad enough to warrant getting rooms, so he suggested one, just in case.”

“Oh.”

“Well? We getting rooms there, or driving back?”

“I’m kind of tired.”

“So, we’ll go get rooms now.” Nick said, and started walking back to the truck.

“Great.” Sara muttered. “Just freaking great.” She joined Nick, and they headed to the hotel Chuck suggested to Nick.

The Hotel Yorba was very nice for being in the middle of nowhere. The only problem was that it was just rooms, no food and Nick and Sara were both starving.

“We aren’t too far from the gas station. I’ll go get some stuff when it opens in the morning.” Nick offered.

“That’s nice. I’m going to sleep now.” Sara said, as she turned to walk into her room.

“Sara?”

“Yeah?”

“Um…never mind. I’ll talk to you in the morning, Sara.”

“Good night, Nick.” She smiled at him and shut her door.

Before Nick went to bed, he made a list of things he would need for tomorrow.

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Okay, so the next, and final chapter is going to make the rating worth it.

Oh, and I totally stole the hotel name from a Whitestripes song.

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