Brass had narrowed the list of suspects down to two. His first inclination after eliminating the professor as a suspect was that the boyfriend might be responsible. But Sean Karl had an alibi. He had been out of town for the past week and had just gotten in the night before. He had been completely devastated at the news of Donna's murder.

Brass had turned his attention to the list of students who had been offered extra credit if they had helped with the Madrona transplant project. As he interviewed students, two names kept coming up. Philip Jones and Robert Francis. Both of them had been there that day to help with the project, and both of them had made a play for Donna in the past. But as Brass looked closer, Robert Francis seemed to be the most likely of the two.

With a warrant in hand, Brass arrived at the apartment. Nick and Sara searched his apartment. What they found was startling. Not only did he have a weapon that matched the caliber of the murder weapon, he had an entire arsenal of weapons in his closet. And as they continued to search, they found traces of what appeared to be Madrona bark on a pair of jeans stuffed into the back of his closet, along with blood spatter.

Brass arrested Robert Francis on suspicion of murder and Nick and Sara took the evidence in for processing. When the ballistics report came back on the weapons, not a single one proved to be a match. However, the DNA from the blood on the jeans was a match to Donna Flemming and the trace material was in fact bark from the Pacific Madrona tree.

Nick and Sara stood in the locker room stowing their gear. Sara closed her locker and leaned up against it as she watched Nick. He glanced over at her and grinned as he closed his locker. "Nice work, Ms. Sidle."

"Thanks." She had a glint in her eye. "You know, I recall that someone promised to take me out on a date."

Nick's eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. "Who is he?"

Sara started to giggle. "Very funny, Nick."

Nick stepped close to her and grinned. "Well, now that our case is over, maybe we can do that before Grissom gives us another case."

Sara tilted her head to the side. "You know, you talk an awful lot."

Nick raised an eyebrow in amusement. "You don't like me talking to you?"

A smirk crossed her face. "I didn't say that. I can just think of a much better use for your lips."

He chuckled and placed a hand on either side of her on the lockers behind her. His face hovered in front of hers. "Really?"

She nodded as she glanced at his lips. "Uh, huh." A smile formed on her mouth.

Nick leaned in closer. "I thought you wanted to talk about going on a date." He grinned a fraction of an inch from her lips.

Sara smiled. "Shut up and kiss me, Stokes."

Nick closed the distance between them, Sara giggling against his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

*********************The End********************

A/N: Sorry, it had to end sometime. Hope you enjoyed. Reviews always welcome.