DISCLAIMER: CSI belongs to CBS and Bruckheimer. Just borrowing.

A/N: I'm a huge Snickers fan, and thought that I might as well try my hand at it. Thanks for the support! I wrote this for the CSI100 Challenge Community at Livejournal. I also have the 100 word version of this story posted over there. I liked this, the 500 word one, better.

OVERKILL

"Do you know what pisses me off?" Sara demanded, storming into the dimly lit A/V room where Nick was carefully smoothing over a damaged roll of film from their latest case.

He looked up from his work and grinned. "A lot of things?"

She came to a huffing halt across the table from him. Then she glared at him in full force. She was already agitated. She'd just gotten out of a preliminary hearing where she thought that the judge had given CSI an unreasonably hard time regarding the recovery of evidence. It was almost as if the judge had wanted the criminal to go free without a full trial.

Nick's face softened and he cocked his head slightly to the side. "All right, what exactly pisses you off right now?"

She rested both hands on the counter, palms flat, fingers spread apart. "There's no justice in this town. It's all about cronyism and nepotism and it all just—"

"Pisses you off?" he finished with a wide grin.

Sara glowered at Nick, and he only grinned wider. His dark eyes crinkled at the corners, saying without words exactly how amused he was at her expense.

"I'm serious!" she growled.

"I'm sure you are. You're always serious."

And for some reason, that kind of hurt her. She wasn't just serious. She was a lot of other things, too. Couldn't he see that? Her expression must have shown her emotions because he instantly sobered and reached across the table and covered her smaller hand with his larger warm one. "Hey," he said lightly.

"You know, I don't know why I come to you looking to feel better," she stated sullenly, pursing her lips.

"Because," he replied, then smiled that dazzling Nick Stokes smile. The one with the white teeth and incredibly, annoyingly adorable dimples. The smile that said she didn't need anything else to make her feel better. That smile.

She hated that smile.

For a guy with such a chiseled jaw already, having dimples was just overkill.

She narrowed her eyes at him and quickly pulled her hand from under his warm one. She shoved both hands deep into her pockets, to avoid reaching for his hand again. Damn him and his I-can-make-you-feel-alright-with-the-world person. She would never admit that she would have wanted to stay in his company for the rest of the day. For comfort. To feel alright with the world. Because.

Because he could smile like that. He could listen like he always did. And he could hold her hand. He had nice, broad shoulders to lean on. And he had warm, brown, gentle eyes.

Nick was always good at diffusing her…and then making her heart skip beats…and then setting her off again because he could make her heart skip beats.

"You know what pisses me off?" she asked again, crossing her arms.

He smirked in amusement. "That there's no justice in this world?"

"Yeah. Cuz if there were any justice in this world, you wouldn't have dimples."