Title: Distance, Hearts, and Fondness
Rating: Anyone
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. If I did, do you really think I woulda let Grissom leave?
Spoilers: Potential Season 10 Premier spoilers
Summary: Nick and Sara talk about Sara's return and Grissom's absence.
Author's Notes: Reviews are appreciated. I hope you enjoy this small story. Not beta'd, so any and all errors are mine.


Sitting in a plastic chair outside Jim Brass's office, Sara Sidle and Nick Stokes waited tiredly for the police captain to return from his call. At this point, with the case pretty much wrapped up, both were exhausted – physically and mentally.

"So, Sara, how ya been?" Nick asked, sinking into the uncomfortable seat, tilting his head back, and closing his eyes.

He hadn't expected the rhetorical question to garner much of a response, so he was surprised when she said, "In the last year and a half, I've lost my mind, left the man I love behind, lost a friend, left Gil again, gotten married, and left my husband on a boat bound for South America."

Chuckling at her uncharacteristic candor, Nick opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at the brunette. He shook his head when she grinned and said, "Overall, I'm pretty damn good."

Quirking a brow, Nick languidly asked, "So, what'd he do to piss ya off, darlin'?"

It was Sara's turn to chuckle.

Smiling, she asked, "Have you ever spent too much time with someone and gotten that feeling that if you didn't have a little time alone, one of you wasn't going to make it out alive?"

"Sure," Nick replied, tilting his head back again and closing his eyes once more.

"Well, as much as I love being with Gil – and I do – he'd managed to find my last nerve and started yanking," Sara explained, tilting her head back as well.

Nick barked out a laugh, though, when she wryly added, "Unfortunately, I'd done the same to him. His words were 'Distance makes the heart grow fonder'. That was about the time he decided to take the research ship to South America."

"Isn't it supposed to be 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'?" Nick asked, curiously peeking at her in his peripheral vision, with only one eye open.

"Yep, it is," she replied. "We're not looking for too much absence, though – we've had enough to last us awhile. Distance seems better."

"Why, you sound married, Sara," Nick said with a sing-song, taunting tone, and grinning wide in his relaxed state.

"That's okay, Nick," she retorted. "Sometimes when you hang around Greg too much, so do you."