Hazy Nights

Hazy Nights (1/4) NC-17
Title: Hazy Nights
Author: Dani Shafer
Feedback: DaniMarieShafer@aol.com
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI.
Pairing: Nick/Sara
Rating: NC-17 (Sexual situations)
Summary: The night passed in a haze, when Sara woke up she was naked, hung over and married.

AN: I was going to wait to post this till I had all 4 parts done, but after watching the first half of the season premier, I'm gonna post it anyways. I've heard about Nick & Sara's chapel adventures and I just want you to know for the record, I wrote this before I knew or saw anything.


{Part 1}


There was a sound shrill ringing sound nagging in the back of her mind. Her head was pounding with fury, her stomach churning as she rolled over in the large bed. Her eyes remained sealed, her hand fumbling in the general direction of the noise that was pulling her from her alcohol induced coma. She flipped the phone open with one hand; bring the finally silent object to her ear as she rolled onto her back.

"Sidle." Her voice was rough and raw.

"Where in the hell are you?" Came a loud booming voice, the sound making her drop the phone against the bed in surprise.

Her eyes snapped open into the darkness of the room, her body slinging into an up right position. She grabbed the phone; putting it up towards her head again, her body suddenly feeling like it was hit with a 50-pound sledgehammer. The white sheet that was around her shoulders when she slept fell softly around her waist when she sat up, her bare breasts puckering from the chill. She looked down in surprise at her nude body, wondering when she had started sleeping naked. Wait, where in the hell was she. She looked around the unfamiliar room, recognizing it immediately as a hotel room. Oh no.


From beside her she heard a deep masculine groan, his hand moving sensually up her bare thigh to settle on her stomach. The fingers drew a soft circular pattern on her flesh before she realized that she wasn't alone and that wasn't her hand. She shrieked, almost dropping the phone once more as she grabbed the sheet and ripped it around her body, trying to conceal her modesty. The man beside her shivered at the sudden chill he felt, his nude body displayed unashamed on the bed.

"Um... give me the sheets back darlin' its cold." He moaned making a move to pull on the only thing that was covering her nude body. His eyes slowly snapped open, realizing that he wasn't alone, that this wasn't his bed, SaraSara was sitting naked with a panic stricken look on her beautiful sleep hazed face.

"Sara!" The forgotten voice on the phone suddenly erupted, making her head cringe. "Was that Nick? Where in the hell are you two, why isn't he picking up his phone? What does he mean give him back the sheets?" The string of questions poured from Grissom's mouth as he stood in the break room, waiting for two of his CSI's to show up. His hand moved through his thick salt and pepper curls. His large foot was tapping against the floor as he anxiously waited for an answer. He had been calling both of them for the last half an hour with no response.

Catherine and Warrick were seated in front of him, listening to Grissom's irritated voice rise in anger. They were both wearing guilty grins as they cast their eyes to the floor. The shared a knowing look, emerald eyes meeting sea colored ones. They had both received matching phone calls at close to 3 am in the morning, a very drunk Nick and Sara announcing that they were in love and eloping. They had both been working the same case, laughing in hysterics at the absurdity of the phone call, knowing that their friends were going to have one hell of a hang over come morning. They had not placed much stock in their drunken babble, Sara's loud laugh making it hard for them to make out what either her or Nick was saying.

They had tried to get more information out of them, like where they were, how in the hell they were getting home. The phone had gone silent, both Cath and Warrick busting out into laughter as they finished processing their case. They had planned to tease them when they showed up for , bu, but they hadn't shown up yet. They both started to get a bit worried, hoping that nothing had happened to them, that they did in fact make it home okay. Grissom had paced the floor, grilling them like guilty suspect as to where they were. They had stayed silent, denying that they knew anything.

"Griss stop yelling at me... my head is pounding." Sara moaned into the phone, giving the sheet a firm tug of annoyance as she got out of the bed, turning her back to a very naked and enticing Nick Stokes. Behind her, Nick whined on deaf ears, putting his arm over his face as he tried to fall back to sleep. He wasn't read to deal with the situation just yet. He could hear Grissom's accusing tone through the phone; the sound making his aching head hurt that much worse.

"You. Nick. Here. Now. You're not here in 20 minutes you can both look for new jobs!" With that he hung up the phone, turning his heated glare towards Catherine and Warrick. He crossed his arms over hiest,est, his lips set in a grim line. "Tell me what's going on right now."

They exchanged a look between them, knowing that he would find out sooner or later. "They went out last night, they probably had a bit too much to drink and passed out. Take it easy Griss, they've both been working really hard they needed a break." Catherine chastised the older man with a spa in in her blue depths.

Grissom's jaw tightened at the thought of Sara and Nick out together. He could see the way he looked at her, the glances when he knew she wasn't looking. As the weeks passed they began spending more and more time with each other. He often found them together on their nights off, hearing the other in the background when he would call them in. He shut his azure eyes, not really ready to deal with the situation. He was already thinking of ways to punish them for their lack of punctuality. It would, of course, have to wait until after their cases.

Sara listened to the dial tone of the dead line for a moment before she snapped her phone close, tossing it onto the bed. She groaned, putting her heavy head in her hands wincing at the soreness between her legs when she took a step. "God, what in the hell did you to me Nick! I can barely walk." She could feel the swollen sticky flesh between her legs rub together as she attempted to walk away from the bed, knowing all too well what he had done to her. A sudden wave of dizziness passed through her that had nothing to do with alcohol.

Nick moved his hand away from his face as he cracked a sly grin, his sleepy eyes opening only partially, "Well, what can I say I do aim to please." He sat up slowly, swinging the lead weight of his legs over the side of the bed. He rested his head in his hands, willing the throbbing in his bones to stop. "Damn what happened last night?" He asked more to him self then to her.

Sara could feel the tears stinging into her eyes. She was humiliated. She had gotten shit-faced drunk and had sex with her best friend/partner. Great. Grissom was pissed, she was hung over, and dammit where were her clothes! She moved silently around the room, the white sheet dragging along the carpet as she fought off the urge to throw up. Her eyes searched for clothes as she did her best to ignore the pleasant ache deep with in her womb that was only caused of hours of mind numbing sex.

She stopped moving fosecosecond, her eyes unable to focus on anything tangible as she ran a shaking hand through her hair, fighting with the tangled curls. "OW!" She yelled as something caught in her hair, ripping a few strands of hair from her scalp as she pulled her hand free. She looked down in astonishment, her heart freezing as her eyes went wide.

There lay on her slender finger was a delicate a white gold, 1-karat princess cut diamond ring, a thin wedding band welded behind it. Her first thought was how beautiful it was, her second thought hit her hard, knocking her breath out of her gut. What had they done?

"Nick..." She growled as a suddenly fury pushing her embarrassment to the side. She advanced towards him; hand in the air as the diamond sparkled, "Why is there a ring on my finger?" Both panic and bile start to rise in her stomach, her head spinning with dizziness.

Nick was still groggy, fighting to wake up, to cut through the daze of the pous ous evening as he saw her anger advance towards him. He knew it was coming, he just wished he had a bit more time to brace him self for the wrath of Sara. God she was beautiful when she ws pissed.

His body was pleasantly numb, a stupid grin plastered on his face. It was a grin he only got after hours of incredibly satisfying sex. He cracked one eye open, catching the gleam of a diamond on her hand before his eyes moved to the bright twinkling lights of the Vegas strip, a smallak iak in the blinds letting the blinking lights cast a glow in the room.

"Where are we?" He croaked out, completely ignoring her question.

He looked towards the phone, seeing a pad of paper that proudly displayed the "Belagio" logo. Next to the pad of paper was a Nevada State Marriage license, both his and Sara's scratchy and barely recognizable signatures on it. He quickly looked down at his own hand, a plain white gold ring proudly sitting on his finger. He groaned even deeper, knowing Sara was going to be pissed when he confirmed what he knew she had already figured out. A half smile played on his lips; in his opinion there could be worse things then marring Sara Sidle in a drunken moment.

"Promise not flip out Sara." He turned his head to face her.

He really did find the whole situation a little amusing, if not deeply satisfying. He was sitting there naked, with an equally naked Sara barely covered with a see through sheet, both married, and if he's read the look of horror pasted on her face, neither could really remember anything about it.

She opened her mouth, her voice slowly rising until she's fully yelling at him, "Promise not to flip out Nick!" She instantly regrets yelling as she grips at her throb hea head. He quickly searches the area around him for his boxers, checking under the bed and then behind him with no avail. At least he could be semi clothed when she killed him.

"I'm naked, in a room with you and I have a ring on my finger!" She yelled as if it was so obvious, annoyed that she had to explain to him why she was upset. Wait, why wasn't he upset?

Sara in her approach spotted the boxers she knew he was searching for. She bent down to pick them up with a groan of pain rushing to her head. She threw them at his head as hard as the fabric would allow, the underwear hitting him squarely in the face. She lowered her voice, "Please tell me we didn't do what I think we did."

He couldn't help but flash her a cheeky grin, "Okay do you want me to tell you that we didn't spend all night and day having sex or that we didn't get married last night?" He held the license out to her as he pulled on his boxers.

"Oh god, I'm gonna be sick." She groaned, only glancing at the Nevada license before she ran towards the bathroom, her hand over her mouth.

She kneeled in front of the porcelain toilet, her knees digging against the marble floor as she let the contents of her stomach empty into the water. Nick came in after her, kneeling beside her as he held her hair out of her face, rubbing small circles on her back. She rested her heated forehead against the cool rim of the toilet, grateful when Nick flushed it away. She watched the water swirl around the pristine bowl before it sucked the contents of her stomach down the drain and out of her sight.

She groaneondeondering how she was going to make it through a night of work. She was tired, sore, hung over and incredibly confused. Not only had she had mystery sex with her best friend, but she had married him too. Nick stood and walked over to the shower, his bare feet padding along the cool floor. He quickly adjusted the knobs, his hand drifting in the stream of water till it ran to the perfect temperature. He stood back, shaking his hand free of excess water as little droplets fell to the floor. "Jump in the shower, you'll feel better. When you get out, we'll talk." He gave her a sympathetic smile.

She nodded her head wordlessly, pushing her body up as he gently shut the door behind him. Sara stood, letting the soft cotton sheet fall free from her body. She walked to the mirror, the glass already starting to fog from the condensation of hot water. She stood straight, her back cracking in protest. Her body was glowing, faint out lines of bruising finger marks around her hips. Her lips were full and swollen, her eyes, despite the fatigue she felt, held a certain sparkle to them. She ran her hands on the outside of her neck, moving her head to the side as she spotted a dark purpling circle of bruised skin. She closed her eyes, wanting to cry. How in the hell were they going to hide this?


Grissom had demanded that they get their asses to work, no time to go home and change, no time to cover her loves bites with a turtlek ork or make up. As soon as she felt better she made a silent vow to kicks Nick's ass for getting her into this mess. She had been sitting at home the previous evening; her legs curled under butt a bowl of popcorn in her lap.

She was watching some sappy movie from her movie collection, sighing as she struggled not to pick up the phone and call work. Maybe they needed her to come in. She hated her days off, always feeling more exhausted with the task of entertaining her self than she did when she actually worked. She was bored and lonely, not wanting to bother Nick on his night off. She was sure that he had some hot date. She had jumped when the shrieking of her phone cut through her thoughts, the popcorn almost ending up on the floor.

"Sidle." She answered, not even registering that this wasn't her small company issued cell phone. This was her home.

Nick laughed full throatily into the phone, "Sara... haven't you heard of hello." His Texan accent traveled through the phone.

Sara couldn't suppress the smile that automatically drifted to her face at the sound of his voice. Only Nick could make her smile like. "Shut up stokes. Are you enjoying your night off? Got some hot date to fill the void in your life?" She teased, using her remote to put the TV on pause.

"Ouch Sara. Yes actually I do have a hot date, and it's you. Get ready we're going out." aid aid nonchalantly, as he moved around his bedroom deciding on what to wear.

He had been sitting home alone, his thoughts drifting to Sara. He wondered what she was doing, what she was wearing, was her hair in a high pony tail or was it down around her shoulders in curly waves?

The girly laugh that she seemed to use only with him made his dark brown eyes lit up. "And what if I have plans?" She teased back; they both knew that she wasn't doing anything.

Nick chuckled, pulling up a pair of dark grey slacks up his legs. He had settled on a tight black shirt, the material clinging to his muscles in a way he knew most women couldn't resist. Much to his chagrin, Sara wasn't most women. She was sexy, beautiful, smart and oh so very stubborn. She had never shown him the slightest bit of romantic interest, only friendship. He valued that, choosing to ignore his stronger feelings for her. The last thing he wanted was to push her away and loose her all together. So, instead he settled on innuendos and flirting, chance glances and mere glimpses of touching her as he stood as close as he could to her with being obvious.

He cherished the times when she would laugh, her head thrown back, her hands holding onto his bicep as he kept her from falling to the ground in laughter.

"Well gorgeous what should I wear?" She flirted, biting her lip nervously. She was already in route to bedrbedroom, her closet door flig opg open as she tried to find something to wear.

She had carried a torch for Nick Stokes as long as she could remember, who wouldn't? He was gorgeous, kind, compassionate, and also her best friend. She knew that he would never respond her feelings; she simply wasn't his type. She had come to face these facts long ago, brushing off his flirty banter as nothing moren frn friendly behavior. He flirted like that with everyone right?

ick'ick's smile grew evergerrger as he batted his eyes, "Well darlin' put on a skirt cause we're going out drinking and dancing."

"A skirt?" She swallowed the lump in her throat. She hated dresses and skirts.

"Oh come on Sidle, show off them legs. I know their amazing, you forget I have had the pleasure of seeing you in shorts." He could feel himself responding to the memory already.

He had come over with a six-pack and a veggie pizza, Sara answering the door in a pair of short pajama shorts and an over sized sweater. He had never realized just how long and gorgeous her legs really were. He knew she had to have a body, her lithe form standing a full 5 foot 9 inches, only a couple of inches shorter than him self. She had laughed when he almost dropped the pizza, tripping over his jaw as it hit the floor. It had taken all of his strength to sit chastely beside her, those said legs in his lap as she lounged on the couch.

"Alright alright you big flirt. See Nick flattery will get you far in life." She almost felt giddy, she knew he was just joking with her, but she couldn't help but blush when he told her how beautiful she was. She never took him seriously, but the words were still nice to hear.

Sara could feel him raise an eyebrow over the phone, "Really Miss Sidle, and how far is that?"

He in turn could feel her roll her eyes. "Pick me up in an hour." Was her only response as she clicked off her cordless phone. She tossed the electronic device to the bed, a grin on her face as she pulled out a thin black wrap around skirt.

It was brand new, the white over priced sales tag still attached. She had gone shopping with Catherine a few months ago, and was talked into buying it. It was loose and comfortable, hanging low on her bony hips as the material lost some of its sheerness when doubled around. There was a simple string on the side that tied it together. When she walked she could feel the soft material flutter around her knees, the hem resting just below her kneecaps. Catherine had shrieked in delight, making her do a couple of spins in the small dressing room before she all but forced her to buy it.

Sara was suddenly glad she had listened. She pulled out a light blue v-neck shirt, with 3/4-inch sleeves; the tight material making her arms look long and thin. She put her outfit on the bed, a slight bounce to her step as she went to jump into the shower.

It was 54 minutes later that Nick had shown up on her doorstep, a beautiful white lily clasped in one hand, his knuckles rapping on her door with the other. Sara had to smile as she checked through her pep hole; Nick's head stretched oblong as he rocked back and forth on his heals. She glanced at the time, her heart secretly fluttering that he was on time.

She opened the door, running a hand down her skirt to smooth it out as she pulled it the rest of the way open. Nick stood there agape for a few minutes, his face coloring blue as he forgot to breath. To say she looked amazing was an understatement. True to her word she was wearing a thin black skirt, hugging all her curves in the rightist way. She hand on black sandals the heels flat to the floor for comfort. The baby blue of her tight shirt made her skin look healthy and vibrant. Her hair was swept up in a mass of curls, some spilling out of the loose bun. A few lone curls danced around fac face, framing her beauty.

Sara smiled, her cheeks growing red with his response to her carefully put together ensemble. She had taken extra care on her hair and make up, wanting to look extra nice for him, not that it mattered much. He stood gaping at her, his mouth doing a wonderful impression of a fish. She crossed her arms over her chest, inadvertently pushing her cleavage up and out of the v of her shirt. If it was possible Nick sucked in the last bit of oxygen that was keeping him alive.

"Is that for me?" She asked, pointing to the flower that he was holding in a death grip.

He stood dumbly for a few more seconds, her ruby painted lips making him squirm on the spot. "You look... wow..." was all he could say, handing over the flower.

She took a minute to inspect his choice of attire for the evening. His hair was done as usual, lightly frosted with gel to keep it in order. He was freshly shaven his t shi shirt clinging to his muscles like a second skin. She could feel her heart beat increase, the warmth spreading through out her body. He looked amazing, the bright smile on his face making him look all the more attractive. She waved him in, the scent of his cologne making her knees weak as he walked through the door.

His arm grazed hers as he past, both stiffening at the contact. "You look really nice Nick." She said nervously.

He still couldn't put into words how beautifhe lhe looked, but he tried again. "You... wow..."

She didn't know why her nerves were acting up; they had gone out a million times in the past. This was nothing new or different. He watched as Sara put her flower in a vase, adjusting it on her coffee table so it was center focal point of the room. Nick was having his case of nerves as he watched her move gracefully around her kitchen, her light scent making the hair on the backhis his neck stand on end. She flashed him a toothy grin, grabbing her purse as she walked towards the door. She gave him a curious glance as he just stood there, staring. She was starting to wonder if he was feeling alright.

"You gonna stand there all night, or did I get dressed up for nothing?"

"Oh you got dressed up for something. And can I say damn. You're a gorgeous woman Sara Sidle." He winked at her, placing his hand on her lower back as he shooed her towards toor.oor. With each step ouldould feel his confidence returning. This was just Sara, nothing to worry about, right?

She could feel the tingle move up her spine at his close proximity, her head starting to feel light headed. She turned her head, giving him her own wink as they exited the apartment.

Oh yes there was definitely something to worry about. He had rarely seen that wicked gleam in her eye, but when he saw it, he just knew he was in a world of trouble. He was putty in her hands, a slave to her devices.

They chatted easily in the car, Nick steeling glances at her from the corner of her eye as she talked animatedly about something she was passionate about. That was another thing he loved about her, her passion. She was so strong, not afraid to let anyone know exactly what she was thinking.

It was right after they got to the bar that things started to become unfocused. She remembered:

Drinking.

Flirting.

More drinking.

Dancing.

More flirting.

Body shots?

Oh no.

Sara shook her head under the hot spray of water, the water cascading down her body before he slowly washed down the drain. She reached for the shampoo only then realizing she had already washed her hair twice in her dazed memory of the prior night. She had finally hooked up with Nick and she couldn't remember a single detail. Just her luck.

She turned the dial of the shower, the water spraying out a brief dash of extra hot water before it turned cool. The spray lost pressure, water dribbling out into a few drops of remaining water. She stepped out of the shower wrapping her body in a fluffy oversized towel. How they had ended up in a suite at the Belagio she wasn't sure, at this point she just wanted to be in her own bed, sleeping off her hang over.

The door to the bathroom opened in a billow of rising steam, Sara emerging with just a beige towel wrapped tightly around her body. Nick looked up from his current task ironing. Sara looked amused, Nick, still in his boxers ironing her skirt free of wrinkles.

"Aren't we domestic this evening?" She laughed, feeling slightly better after the shower. To her surprise, besides the w mar marriage issue, it was relatively awkward free.

He laughed, throwing his head back. "Hey I'm a kept man now." He joked, making light of the whole situation.

On the bed she found her underwear and shirt, folded in a neat pile. He handed her the warm pressed skirt, moving to pick his pants up off the floor. "Griss called again while you were in the shower to make sure we were on our way. We won't have time to stop by our places, so I figured we could at least have wrinkle free clothes."

She rolled her eyes at Grissom's urgency. He most likely just wanted to grill them as to why they were together, both over an hour late for shift.

"Go, shower, I'll dress and then iron your pants." She shooed him into the other room, trying not to stare at his near naked body.


He flashed her a smile, dropping his lips against her cheek in a chaste kiss. "Your the best Sar." His lips lingered against her cheek, his warm pants of breath making her shiver. She felt the curve of his smile against her skin before he pulled away.

She shook her head, and not for the first time that evening she wondered what in the hell they were going to do.

TBC...