Summary: S/N friendship, G/S implied - some light swearing.
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. We all know who owns them.
Part One - Mr. Freeze
"Hey Nicky!" Sara's bright voice, immediately to his left and in his ear,
made him jump.
"Geez, Sara - sneak up on a guy much?" He discreetly tried to hide what he
had been reading by sliding it under his leg, as he turned sideways in his
chair to glance at her.
Sara grinned cheekily. "Too tempting. You were zoned, man. Watcha
Nick grimaced. "Nothing." He kept a wary eye on Sara, and groaned
silently when he saw her eyes roll.
"Nothing? Than why are you hiding it, huh?" Sara lunged forward and tried
to grab it out from underneath him.
"Sara, don't. Stop it - stop." Sara was tickling him, trying to get him
to shift his weight so she could grab the magazine more firmly and pull it
out. Nick didn't know whether to be angry with her or to laugh at her
childlike attempts to get what she wanted. She was so exasperating at
times, like a little sister can be, but Sara so rarely showed a playful
side Nick didn't really want to burst her bubble. Instead, he started
tickling her back.
Both were laughing so hard at Sara's attempts to see what he had been
reading, neither heard footsteps until it was too late.
"Nick! Sara!" Grissom's voice was like a whip, colder than a bucket of ice
water. They stopped laughing, and both turned shocked faces to stare at
him. Nick's hands were on Sara's waist, against her skin just above the
waistband of her jeans. Her shirt had ridden up during their fight, and a
good portion of her back and midriff were exposed.
Sara was sprawled half across Nick, one arm draped around his neck, and the
other firmly pinned under his butt.
"Hey Gris." Sara smiled weakly, "we were just..uh..just."
Gris' eyes were like ice as the flicked to Nick's hands, still at Sara's
waist, and her arm, still pinned underneath him.
"I know what you were 'just'." Both Sara and Nick flinched from the fury
in Grissom's voice. "Next time, save it for after hours. The office is no
place for.this." And with that, he turned and stalked out of the room.
Sara blanched at Gris' words, and Nick could have sworn he saw tears in her
eyes. Silently, he helped her extricate herself from her sprawl across his
lap, and waited for her to say something. Nothing was forthcoming. Sara
just sat on the floor, staring blankly at the door Gris had just stormed
out of. She was shaking.
And that's when Nick knew. Swearing under his breath, he knelt down on the
floor beside her and pulled her into his arms.
Sara leaned her head against his chest, and Nick rubbed her back gently.
Finally, she pulled away and looked up at him.
"How long have you been in love with him, Sara?"
Her eyes shot to his face, and back down. Nick was looking at her with
such compassion, the tears she had been holding back suddenly overflowed.
Nick cursed again, got up and went to the door, closing it and locking it
firmly. Then he walked back to Sara, picked her up, and carried her over
to the small vinyl loveseat. He held her loosely in his arms, murmuring
soothingly until the storm had passed. When her silent sobs had turned to
hiccups and the occasional weary sigh, he asked her gently, "Want to talk
Sara's eyes reminded him of bruised violets. "What's the use." She
sounded weary and defeated. He hated hearing her like this. They sat in
silence for a few more minutes, and just when Nick thought she would say
nothing more, she began speaking.
"He's the reason I became a CSI. I signed up for his course because I
thought it would be an interesting diversion from my other classes. I went
to his lectures, and he was so passionate about his work - I remember
thinking, 'I wish I was that passionate about what I'm doing'. So I
changed fields. I stayed after classes to ask him questions. For whatever
reasons, we became friends - he was my mentor, but.I always saw him as
something more. I thought that, maybe, when he asked me to come to Las
Vegas, he had finally stopped seeing me as is student, but he hasn't, has
he? He treats me like a little kid."
She wiped her face with her hands. "I'm pathetic. Damn him!"
"Sara.his reaction was not the reaction of a man who is oblivious to you."
Nick's voice was gentle and reassuring. When Sara looked up at him,
questions in her eyes, he expounded.
"When he walked in here and saw my hands on your skin.and then saw your
hand underneath my butt- I honestly was glad he doesn't carry a gun. I
thought he was gonna kill me. His reaction was.too violent. I'd say he
was jealous - he wants you feeling his ass, not mine." He waggled his
eyebrows suggestively at Sara, garnering a small smile.
"Not possible." Sara shook her head.
Nick just grinned. "Totally possible. I was on the receiving end of that
glare. He was like Mr. Freeze!" He leaned over, and grabbed what he had
been reading, dropping it in her lap.
"Since you're sharing, I will too. He's the reason I became a CSI." He
indicated the book in Sara's lap.