Say My Name

Chapter Five: Bad Girl

Humming a tune in her head that had been stuck there randomly for the past several hours as she had been working a crime scene, Sara danced a little around, wiggling her hips and shaking her behind. She rose her arms above her head and continued to hum, practically hearing the music out loud as if it were playing from the vic’s stereo. And just when she was beginning to sing the song out loud, she heard the distinct sound that one hears in the movies of the record player discontinuing.

“Shake it, Sara,” smiled Warrick.

The grin across his lips was practically dominating his faces while he recorded her dancing and singing on his phone. She squealed at him and was about to throw the nearest object to her at Warrick but she decided that the vic looked a little heavy.

“Nick is going to love this,” he muttered, storing it into his phone.

“Nick is not going to see that,” stated Sara sternly, folding her arms over her chest as she clutched the dusting power with her left hand and the brush for it in the other.

“Oh, I think he will. Maybe Greg too.”

“You wouldn’t.”

Her eyes narrowed at him and he chuckled, feigning menace.

“If you showed Greg, it would be all over the internet by the end of shift.”

“That’s the idea. Then the whole world can see how Sara Sidle shakes her thang,” he said, putting some extra drawl into the final word.

“You’re going down, Brown.”

“You going to blackmail me, Sidle?” he wondered, packing up his field kit as she started the do the same.

“I was thinking about it.”

“You know you’ve got nothing on me.”

“That’s why there’s Catherine.”

He scoffed manly, trying to act unaffected by the fact that if Sara did ask Catherine, Catherine might just spill a few things… especially if Sara got her drunk. He brushed that idea aside and figured that Sara wasn’t really that desperate since she knew that he wouldn’t show it to Greg. But definitely Nick.

“She knows nothing.”

“I think she knows a little more than you’re letting on. I mean, she does go drinking with you.”

“So, I can handle myself.”

“Not when you’re drunk.”

“Not true.”

“Most people can’t.”

“Got a statistic to go with that?”

Deciding she had nothing to really say back to that, she stuck out her tongue at him and picked up her kit, making her departure.

“Oh very mature.”

“And blackmail isn’t?”

“Fine. I won’t show Greg.”

“And I suppose there’s no way that you’re not going to show Nick.”

“That’s right.”

Her eyes rolled and she shook her head once while letting out a sigh in exasperation.

“Men.”

“My gender has nothing to do with it.”

“That’s what they all say.”

The drive back to the lab was filled with music in the background and the usual witty banter that the two of them often indulged themselves in. Warrick, taking the initiative of driving the Denali, pulled up to the building in his regular parking stall before killing the engine.

“Nick, have I got something for you to see,” Warrick said with a smirk plastered across his face once Sara and him encountered Nick in the hallway.

“Yeah?” he said intrigued, looking from Warrick to Sar and then back to one of his best friends.

“I’ll show you in the locker room. Sar, you coming?”

“I don’t deal well with public humiliation. Besides, I have to run these off to Greg,” she replied, beginning to head in the direction of the lab while the two men made their way to the locker room.

“What’s she talking about, man?” asked Nick, frowning his brow at Sara’s back.

“What?”

“Public humiliation?”

“You’ve got to see this,” said Warrick.

It was the end of shift and Sara had managed to not see Warrick or Nick in her last two and a half hours. She sighed heavily as she tugged her shirt off of over her head, standing in the middle of the locker room in her jeans and dark red bra. What an opportune moment for Nicolas Stokes to walk in and smile approvingly at her, tracing his bottom lip with his tongue slowly.

“Impressive,” he murmured.

Sara jumped and clutched her clean shirt to her chest, whipping her head to the side to stare at him in shock. She hadn’t even heard the door open or close but she did notice, however, that it was locked. She wasn’t a CSI 3 for nothing.

“You don’t usually change at work,” Nick commented, leisurely strolling to her, his hands in the front pocket of his jeans.

“Well, I don’t usually spill baby powder all over me.”

He raised one eyebrow in in question and it sufficed.

“It has to do with the case.”

By now, he was completely behind her and she couldn’t see him. She tried to turn around to face him but he stilled her movements with his hands on her hips firmly. He was standing so close behind her that she could feel his breath against her back and hear his slow, deep breathing.

“We have a problem.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re going to have to do another show.”

“Excuse me?”

“A repeat performance. Ever since Warrick showed me that little clip of you shaking your,” he glanced down at her denim clad behind, “assets, I haven’t been able to get it out of my head.”

He ran his hands down the sides of her hips and over her behind as she braced herself with her hands on the lockers for support. Finally, he pulled her body flush against his and she held back a sigh from the relief of it. She felt so right with his body moulding perfectly with hers and his arms wrapping around her form. One hand settled just below the front clasp of her bra and the other rested dangerously low near the top button of her pants.

“Come on, Sara. Just a little wiggle,” he whispered into her ear and she arched her neck to one side, giving him better access to her throat.

Obediently, Sara pushed back against him with her lower body and swayed her hips from side to side with a pace that was both teasing and seductive. His hand that was on her waistline pressed her more firmly against him and he moved with her. It wasn’t long until the innocent dance they were doing, however not innocent it looked, turned into a sort of grind that had them both craving each other’s touch.

Sara rested her head back against Nick’s shoulder and brought her lips to meet his. His hand on her abdomen went to cup the side of her face while he took her deeper with his lips and harder with his hips.

No longer being able to withhold the urge to turn her around and just devour her, Nick made Sara face him. He pushed her rather roughly up against the bay of lockers and wedged his thigh in between her legs, which she basically sat on. She rubbed herself down against him and he continued to meet her thrust-like motions with his own of the same accord. His hands were on either side of her head as his mouth found hers once more.

“Damn it, Sar,” he drawled out, discontinuing the kiss but not the movement in his pelvis.

Chuckling softly, she wrapped her arms loosely around his neck and smiled at him loving the look of pure desire in his eyes.

It took him a moment to realize that Sara was still wearing no shirt, just a deep red hued bra that conveniently unhooked in the front. He smiled down cheekily at the clasp and fingered it for a long second while she waited patiently in anticipation. Looking up into her clouded eyes, he searched for the answer to his unasked question. She was almost imploring him with her eyes to remove the garment and he smirked at the knowledge of it.

“Another day,” he whispered in her ear, giving a hard and quick thrust up against her, causing a small whimper to erupt from her throat.

“You sure you don’t want me to take care of that now?”

With an off like that, Nick didn’t know how he could refuse. He smiled softly at her, gazing into her eyes with an affection that he knew she could see clearly, and resting his hand on her cheek lightly. He kissed her lips gently, taking his time now to feel how wonderful it was to have her lips pressed perfectly against his and how soft they were.

“I don’t think now or here is the right place.”

“One day we’ll do it in the locker room,” she stated lightly, smiling as she turned her back to him to pick up her shirt she had dropped after he pulled himself away from her.

“Do what, exactly, Sar?” inquired Nick, feigning naiveté.

“You’ll see,” she smirked though he couldn’t see it.

She closed her locker after she grabbed her bag from it and locked it soundly. Smiling at Nick briefly, nearly getting caught up in his still aroused state, Sara made her way out the door and nearly ran down the hall grinning and laughing.