Confessions

Genre: Romance/Humor

Disclaimer: No I still don't own them; if I did they would have been together LONG ago believe me! and the song belongs to Kenny Chesney and is called You and Me Rate: T dunno Spoilers: None Characters: Nick/Sara

Okay here's the longish chapter I promised, hope you like it. I'm really sorry it has taken so long but I found it in the end!

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''Nick, what happened?'' Grissom yelled as he tore towards Nick with Cath and Brass in tow, his worried expression apparent from where Nick stood in a daze, the dust from the ambulance setting before him.

''She got out of the car, slipped on some wet ice and smashed her head on the ground!'' Nick explained in a rush staring at the spot where the ambulance had been, a empty hole growing gradually wider in his heart.

''Go to the hospital, Sara will need someone when she wakes up, I'll be taking over this scene'', Grissom said, calmly peering at Nick, ''Are you okay Nick?'', the added for everyone's reassurance, ''She's gonna be fine, she's a fighter''

''No…Yes I'm fine Grissom, catch you later'' Nick stammered slightly as he climbed in his car and started to drive off but stopping when Grissom motioned for him to wait.

''We'll all be there in a couple of hours okay Nick?'' Grissom shouted back over the car engine.

''Okay, bye'' Nick agreed, and pushed his foot down on the accelerator, driving as fast as he could towards Desert Palms Hospital.

"Ordinary no, really don't think so
Not a love this true
Common destiny
we were meant to be
me and you"

Screeching to a stop in a parking space, Nick jumped out and sped in the direction of the reception, making himself believe that Sara was going to be alright and that she'd only have a mild cut. He couldn't live with out her, his heart would be empty without her and now maybe he'd left it to late to tell her how much he loved and adored her.

It was then Nick realized he'd always cared for Sara, loved Sara and that he couldn't live another day if she died, she was the light of his life and he'd never fully appreciated her until now. The flirting and teasing, the scorching looks and little winks all played a big part in making his day, if she died he could never live.

Finally, after it had seemed miles and hours, Nick reached the reception desk to be confronted with a harassed looking Matron like woman, her frizzy fiery red hair creeping out form her hair net.

''Young man, please do not run in my hospital!'' She snapped at Nick who immediately screeched to a stop, his trainers squealing in protest.

''I'm very sorry but I need to hurry'' Nick apologized and flashed a charming smile at her, hoping she'd let him go like always when he got in trouble with women like her.

''Humph, don't do it again'' She snapped and walked of, leaving Nick to talk to the receptionist who gave him a sympathetic look.

''Excuse me, my friend Sara Sidle was brought in here, can you tell me where she is?' Nick flashed a famous Nick Stokes grin at the tired, middle aged, receptionist whom had a name tag saying MOLLY.

''Of course, she's in…..'' Molly typed Sara's name into the computer, ''room 49 on floor 6 Mr.…?'' She asked him; pen in hand ready to write his name into the visitors book.

''Stokes, Nicholas Stokes'' Nick gave his full name and Molly wrote it down, his Texas twang coming out thickly from the worry.

''Sign here please Mr. Stokes '' Molly passed the leather bound book to him and watched as he scrawled his signature in the designated place, then fly of towards the elevator.

'What a hunk, we defiantly need more like him in here, especially with that twang,' Molly stared after him long after the elevator doors closed until a rude and impatient cough bought her back to earth.

"Like a perfect scene from a movie screen
Where every dream comes true
Suited perfectly for eternity
Me and you"

Punching the button for the fifth floor Nick stood impatiently as the doors closed and watched the numbers appear above the door until it stated 'Floor Six; intensive ward, Claredon Ward rooms 1 to 25, Washington Ward, rooms 26 to 39 and Benjamin Franklin ward rooms 40 to 60.'

Remembering what the woman had said downstairs, Nick walked quickly, glancing on the doors for their room numbers.

''40, 42, 44, 46….49!'' Nick muttered and smiled in triumph when he saw 49 in big letters, a doctor in a long white lab coat stepping out and closing the maple wood door.

Sara watched as her doctor walked out of her room and lent back against her pillow, which had Desert Palms Property; Benjamin Franklin Ward embossed on it in sky blue cotton, and groaned. "Nice going Sara Sidle, he's gonna really like you now" Sara muttered to her self, carefully raising her arm to touch the sore and tender cut at the back of her head.

What an utter and total fool Nick must think of her now, just when she'd gotten over Grissom and started to delve into deep old feelings she had of her handsome Texan co-worker, secretly hoping, desperately hoping that maybe he would ask her out.

Hearing footsteps stop outside her room, Sara turned her head slowly towards the door again and waited for the door to open.

When it did she was shocked at who stood there, the very last person she wanted here at this embarrassing time although strangely she'd expected him to come.

"Every day, I need you even more
At the nighttime too
There's no way
I could ever let you go
Even if I wanted to"

''Nick?'' Sara stammered, unsure if he was a mirage or real.

Spotting her in the giant bed that made her seem tichy with a bandage wrapped around her head his heart went out to her and he flashed her the famous Stokes grin.

''Hey Sar, you gave us quite a scare!'' Nick moved over and sat on the hard plastic hospital chair by her bed, taking her miniature hand in his big ones, inhaling her beauty as if it was aroma of coffee. The touch of his hand sent a shiver up her spine as Sara gave a weak grin in answer, not daring to speak, not even sure that she'd be able to.

''Sorry, what happened?'' She couldn't remember and it frustrated her a lot.

''Its okay, don't be sorry,'' Nick saw the look of frustration and smiled, ''Well, you got out of the car and you slid on some ice, knocked your head and you went out like a light''. Nick explained and reached across to brush a lock of silky hair out of her eye. ''Then I ran like a madman to your side and called the ambulance, what did the doc say?''

''Well, I have a whopping great headache and a cut on the back of my head,'' Sara groaned lifting one hand out of his grasp and pressing its cool touch gently against her forehead, relieving the headache.

''I was so worried, I saw the blood on the ice and freaked' Nick gently caressed her soft small hand with his thumb, sending more shivers up and down her spine in delight.

''I'm sorry Nick'' Sara apologized and gently lent back into the pillows, groaning from the aching pain of her head.

''Hey, hey there's no need to apologize, as long as you are okay that is the main thing sweetheart'' Nick used a pet name with out realizing it, the name coming so naturally to him for her as if it been made for her.

''Sweetheart?'' Sara mumbled softly under her breath but Nick heard it and smiled, yes, Sara was his sweetheart and will be for ever. Now was the big opportunity he'd waited for, it seemed, forever.

"Every day I live
I try my best to give
All I have to you
I thank the stars above
That we share this love Me and you"

"Sara" Nick began, capturing her hair gently and twirling it in his fingers, and cupped her face with his spare hand.

Sensing that Nick was going to say something important Sara sat up and looked into his eyes.

"You know we've known each other for at least 6 ½ years now", he nervously fiddled with her hand, a light pink hue creeping up his face.

"Yes"

"And all the gossip that goes round work"

"There's a lot of gossip Nick!" Sara laughed softly, the sound filling his inside warmly

"Yeh, but im talking about the gossip that goes around bout us honey" Nick grinned at her manically.

"Well, there's so much gossip going on about us I can't think of a specific one, there's the rumor that we're married, I'm pregnant, we're going out, I'm a ice queen, you're a playboy down at the Tangiers, we eloped last week, we have four children and seven animals, we live down in Henderson…" Sara stopped at Nicks stunned expression,' You haven't heard them?'

'I've heard a few but nothing like them, where have you been hanging out Miss Sidle?' Nick laughed at the rumors.

"Girls toilets" Sara confessed, giggling as Nick shook his head in exasperation and amusement. '' Anyway, carry on'', Sara prompted him to continue, staring at the way his muscles rippled under his shirt.

Every day, I need you even more
At the nighttime too
There's no way
I could ever let you go
Even if I wanted to

''Well what if those rumors came true, what if we did go out Sara?'', Nick bursted out quickly in a rush, watching her face intently for some sort of reaction to his comment.

Giggling softly, almost insanely Sara did a double take when she realized he was serious, ''you want to go out with me?''. Shock coursed though her body. No man had never wanted to even get that close to her before and here was Nick Stokes, asking to go out with her, not the drop dead gorgeous girl on reception at CSI, but her!

''Yes, you Sara Sidle'' Nick grinned widely, 'I love you more than words can say, I'm just sorry that there had to be something like this happen before I admitted it to you''

Gaping at him Sara let out a squeal and grinned widely back at him, savoring every second as he hugged her gently, it feeling exactly how she imagined it except much better.' I love you too Nicky!''

I'll update soon.

This one is much longer than the last one, hope you enjoyed it.