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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
4,592
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Swallowed
Chapter Six: Swallowed
It was quarter past eight when Sara’s doorbell rang unexpectedly. Frowning at the notion that she was receiving unexpected company, Sara readjusted the towel that was wrapped neatly and tightly around her while she peered through the peephole in the door.
On the other side, Nick was fidgeting with his hands- stuffing them in his pockets after he had had them entwined and twisting together. He looked rather nervous but as soon as she swung open the door, one hand on the edge of it and the other on the top of the towel, Sara saw that the apparent anxiety had faded away instantly, replaced with a smug raised eyebrow and an even smugger grin.
“I think you should always answer the door in a towel.”
“I was just about to go in the shower.”
“Don’t let me stop you,” he drawled, raising both his hands as he pried his gaze from her towel-encased form to her eyes.
Stepping aside to let him into her place, Sara looked the backside of Nick over and smiled at the picture he made. Him in rather form fitting jeans that accentuated his behind nicely and a white t-shirt that practically hung off of the muscles of his shoulders and chest, put Sara’s visual sense on overload. Licking her lips, she pushed the door closed soundly with one hand, never taking her eyes off of Nick who was taking in the space that Sara called her home.
“So, what’s up, Nick?”
“Hmm?” He turned to her and smiled. “Oh, nothing, really.”
“It’s a Friday night. Why aren’t you with Natasha?”
“Natalie is having a girl’s night out tonight.”
“In other words, she’s getting smashed with a bunch of her girlfriends?”
“Yeah, but in fewer words.”
“I hope you know you’re getting the Hangover Call.”
“Excuse me?” he wondered, arching his eyebrow at her inquisitively.
“You know, the call you get the morning after your girlfriend gets hammered?”
He continued to stare at her in bewilderment.
Sighing, she explained to him, “It’s the boyfriend’s duty to go over and help his girlfriend feel better after a night of partying.”
“You’re so full of shit,” he laughed. “No girl has ever done that to me.”
“This one will,” guaranteed Sara, leaning against the wall while Nick sat on the top of the couch.
“I’ve never heard of this ‘Hangover Call’ before. Maybe that’s what you do but–”
“I would never subject my boyfriend to that.”
“So what does it mean?”
“She tries to convince you to come over and make her feel better. It’s usually not asked but it’s a guilt trip that most men succumb to if they know what’s good for them.”
“I’ll bet you she doesn’t call me.”
“I’m not Warrick, Nick. I don’t make bets.”
“Afraid you’ll lose?”
“Are you?”
“I’m pretty confident, Sidle,” he grinned cheekily.
“That’s called arrogance, Stokes. What are we wagering exactly?”
“Ah, so you are interested.”
“Just answer the question,” she replied dully.
“What are you willing to lose?”
“It’s more like ‘what am I willing to gain?’”
Chuckling, Nick folded his arms over his chest and studied Sara for a good long moment until he broke the silence with his voice.
“I’ll think of something later.”
“Why not now? We’ve got plenty of time?”
“Actually, you’re supposed to be having a shower right now.”
“You don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” replied Nick smiling and shaking his head.
She hadn’t been in the shower for more than five minutes when Nick heard the ring of her doorbell while he sat on her couch, reading particularly interesting Forensics Journal that Grissom would absolutely love. He looked down the hall and heard that Sara was still in the shower. There was probably no way that she could hear the doorbell over the sound of the water crushing down on the tile of her shower.
Nick got up and moved to the door, not even bothering to check the peephole just in case. He swung open the door and came face to face with the last person he expected to see for some reason.
“Nick? What are you doing here?”
“I’m friends with Sara,” he answered protectively. “Why are you here?”
“I’m her boyfriend,” Hank said simply, not appreciating the tone of voice that Nick was addressing him with. “Where is she?”
“In the shower.”
“How long will she be?”
“No clue.”
“When did she go in?”
“Five minutes ago.”
“You going to let me in?” Hank chuckled, trying to make things lighter but he doubted humor would help.
“Is she expecting you?”
“No, I just thought that I would come by and say hi.”
“I’ll tell her that you did,” offered Nick and the other man heard that there was no room for negotiation.
“Nick –” he began, frowning at the Texan’s behavior.
“Nick, who are you talking to?” asked Sara, walking into the room while she dried her hair with another towel that wasn’t wrapped around her dripping wet body.
Chancing a look over his shoulder, he swallowed hard and tried to keep his jaw from hitting the floor. The sight of a freshly bathed, dripping wet Sara Sidle was something Nick didn’t know if he could pass up. Screw the boyfriend, he thought to himself. Nick didn’t care if Hank was there to watch him take Sara up against the nearest wall as fast and as hard as he possibly could.
Hank shouldered past Nick and Nick glared at the back of Hank’s head while he left the door open, gripping the side of it, making it apparent that Hank was to be leaving soon. Nick’s behavior wasn’t going unnoticed by Sara and she gestured for him to close the door. He scowled. She ignored.
“I came by wondering if you wanted to grab a bite to eat. I just got off shift,” said Hank, leaning over to kiss Sara softly on her lips.
Sara glanced at Nick who was already putting on his shoes and grabbing his jacket that he had thrown on the armrest of the couch.
“Nick?” she asked confused.
“I should probably get going. Natasha’s probably going to call.”
“I thought her name was Natalie?” frowned Hank, looking between the two of them.
Nick just ignored her and smiled forcefully at Sara who looked like she was torn between the two men.
“I’ll see you on Monday? Maybe we’ll get together tomorrow?” wondered Sara.
“Sure. Call me.”
With that, Nick left and desperately suppressed the urge to slash Hank’s tires when he walked by Hank’s car to his own.
It was quarter past eight when Sara’s doorbell rang unexpectedly. Frowning at the notion that she was receiving unexpected company, Sara readjusted the towel that was wrapped neatly and tightly around her while she peered through the peephole in the door.
On the other side, Nick was fidgeting with his hands- stuffing them in his pockets after he had had them entwined and twisting together. He looked rather nervous but as soon as she swung open the door, one hand on the edge of it and the other on the top of the towel, Sara saw that the apparent anxiety had faded away instantly, replaced with a smug raised eyebrow and an even smugger grin.
“I think you should always answer the door in a towel.”
“I was just about to go in the shower.”
“Don’t let me stop you,” he drawled, raising both his hands as he pried his gaze from her towel-encased form to her eyes.
Stepping aside to let him into her place, Sara looked the backside of Nick over and smiled at the picture he made. Him in rather form fitting jeans that accentuated his behind nicely and a white t-shirt that practically hung off of the muscles of his shoulders and chest, put Sara’s visual sense on overload. Licking her lips, she pushed the door closed soundly with one hand, never taking her eyes off of Nick who was taking in the space that Sara called her home.
“So, what’s up, Nick?”
“Hmm?” He turned to her and smiled. “Oh, nothing, really.”
“It’s a Friday night. Why aren’t you with Natasha?”
“Natalie is having a girl’s night out tonight.”
“In other words, she’s getting smashed with a bunch of her girlfriends?”
“Yeah, but in fewer words.”
“I hope you know you’re getting the Hangover Call.”
“Excuse me?” he wondered, arching his eyebrow at her inquisitively.
“You know, the call you get the morning after your girlfriend gets hammered?”
He continued to stare at her in bewilderment.
Sighing, she explained to him, “It’s the boyfriend’s duty to go over and help his girlfriend feel better after a night of partying.”
“You’re so full of shit,” he laughed. “No girl has ever done that to me.”
“This one will,” guaranteed Sara, leaning against the wall while Nick sat on the top of the couch.
“I’ve never heard of this ‘Hangover Call’ before. Maybe that’s what you do but–”
“I would never subject my boyfriend to that.”
“So what does it mean?”
“She tries to convince you to come over and make her feel better. It’s usually not asked but it’s a guilt trip that most men succumb to if they know what’s good for them.”
“I’ll bet you she doesn’t call me.”
“I’m not Warrick, Nick. I don’t make bets.”
“Afraid you’ll lose?”
“Are you?”
“I’m pretty confident, Sidle,” he grinned cheekily.
“That’s called arrogance, Stokes. What are we wagering exactly?”
“Ah, so you are interested.”
“Just answer the question,” she replied dully.
“What are you willing to lose?”
“It’s more like ‘what am I willing to gain?’”
Chuckling, Nick folded his arms over his chest and studied Sara for a good long moment until he broke the silence with his voice.
“I’ll think of something later.”
“Why not now? We’ve got plenty of time?”
“Actually, you’re supposed to be having a shower right now.”
“You don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” replied Nick smiling and shaking his head.
She hadn’t been in the shower for more than five minutes when Nick heard the ring of her doorbell while he sat on her couch, reading particularly interesting Forensics Journal that Grissom would absolutely love. He looked down the hall and heard that Sara was still in the shower. There was probably no way that she could hear the doorbell over the sound of the water crushing down on the tile of her shower.
Nick got up and moved to the door, not even bothering to check the peephole just in case. He swung open the door and came face to face with the last person he expected to see for some reason.
“Nick? What are you doing here?”
“I’m friends with Sara,” he answered protectively. “Why are you here?”
“I’m her boyfriend,” Hank said simply, not appreciating the tone of voice that Nick was addressing him with. “Where is she?”
“In the shower.”
“How long will she be?”
“No clue.”
“When did she go in?”
“Five minutes ago.”
“You going to let me in?” Hank chuckled, trying to make things lighter but he doubted humor would help.
“Is she expecting you?”
“No, I just thought that I would come by and say hi.”
“I’ll tell her that you did,” offered Nick and the other man heard that there was no room for negotiation.
“Nick –” he began, frowning at the Texan’s behavior.
“Nick, who are you talking to?” asked Sara, walking into the room while she dried her hair with another towel that wasn’t wrapped around her dripping wet body.
Chancing a look over his shoulder, he swallowed hard and tried to keep his jaw from hitting the floor. The sight of a freshly bathed, dripping wet Sara Sidle was something Nick didn’t know if he could pass up. Screw the boyfriend, he thought to himself. Nick didn’t care if Hank was there to watch him take Sara up against the nearest wall as fast and as hard as he possibly could.
Hank shouldered past Nick and Nick glared at the back of Hank’s head while he left the door open, gripping the side of it, making it apparent that Hank was to be leaving soon. Nick’s behavior wasn’t going unnoticed by Sara and she gestured for him to close the door. He scowled. She ignored.
“I came by wondering if you wanted to grab a bite to eat. I just got off shift,” said Hank, leaning over to kiss Sara softly on her lips.
Sara glanced at Nick who was already putting on his shoes and grabbing his jacket that he had thrown on the armrest of the couch.
“Nick?” she asked confused.
“I should probably get going. Natasha’s probably going to call.”
“I thought her name was Natalie?” frowned Hank, looking between the two of them.
Nick just ignored her and smiled forcefully at Sara who looked like she was torn between the two men.
“I’ll see you on Monday? Maybe we’ll get together tomorrow?” wondered Sara.
“Sure. Call me.”
With that, Nick left and desperately suppressed the urge to slash Hank’s tires when he walked by Hank’s car to his own.