This is my first try at a Nick and Sara Fanfic. It could be multichapter, depends on, you know, the reviews.

I like Sara with Grissom, but to be honest, I prefer these two…

"Nick, just cut it out…"

"Oh come on Sidle! You know you love it, maybe just as much as you love me…?" Sara laughed aloud at this. Nick grinned at he blew on her neck again. Sara, sick and tired of it, decided to try another tactic.

"Oh God Nick, I can't concentrate with you doing that," she groaned exaggeratedly, moving her head to the side so he had more skin to play with. She felt the cool breath on her neck stop. "Stokes, please, it felt so good." She smirked as she felt Nick's hands on her shoulders.

"Sara?" Sara looked up at him, her eyes now innocent and doe like. He looked completely aghast at her, but nothing in his demeanour said that he was going to back down from this. Once he started.

"Yes Nick?" Nick looked at her and grinned. Sara looked at him, wondering if she really was still, you know, acting. Nick blew on her neck again, this time more slowly. Sara let out an involuntary moan. "What would Greg say if he saw us?"

"I think he's over you Sidle, and anyway, the storage closet has been terribly empty…" Sara swivelled her chair round to face him.

"How would you know?" She didn't mean to make it sound accusing, but it did. Nick quirked his eyebrow, but decided to ignore it.

"I hear it, calling to me," he was now leaning into, his face mere inches from hers, his voice husky and low, "and I know, you want this just as much as I do Sara…" She leant in and kissed him on the mouth. He chuckled and kissed her back. She pulled away first, breathing heavily.

"You tease Nick Stokes." Nick laughed.

"You workaholic Sara Sidle. And as I said, that storage closet has just been screaming for us…" Sara bit her lip. She did quite like the sound of that.

"That sounds nice, but I really have to work." Sara tried to stand up and leave the break room, but Nick wasn't letting her.

"Nuh uh, you led me on Sidle, I expect something when I reach the finish line!" Sara giggled. When had she turned into this person? She never giggled, ever. Oh wait, now she remembered…

"Maybe, you know, the finish line isn't here. Maybe," she traced a line along his arms, scars scattered on them, "just maybe, it's at home…" Nick let out a growl. Sara kissed him, pushed him off her, and stood up. She was about to leave the break room when she turned around.

"I think you're hearing things Nicky, I can't hear the storage closet…" She grinned, "just the bed." And she walked out, leaving Nick to feel like he was going to pass out.

Well, that is definitely a T rating. You don't know how much fun that was to write! And I tried to stay in character for it. Nick was so much fun to write