Title: Changes

Rating: PG

Pairings: G/S

Category: Romance

Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't own 'em. Don't sue me.

Summary: It's been seven months since Nick was kidnapped and rescued. Everything had changed. GSR, I swear. Each chap is a different character's POV.

A/N: This is a future-fic. And it is not beta'd, so all mistakes are mine. Oh, and please review!

NICK

Seven months. It had been seven months since he had been taken; seven months since he had been found. And in those months, everything had changed, or maybe it had just gone back to normal, Nick Stokes wasn't really sure how to describe the things going on around him now.

"Sara, hand me a bindle, please," Grissom's voice was muffled by the thick oak table which he was currently on his hands and knees under.

Sara placed an evidence bindle in his outstretched hand and turned back to her work.

Nick watched her closely from across the room. The small smile on her face seemed to be permanently plastered there this evening and he could have sworn that she was singing along with the radio on the ride to their scene. This was Sara. She was back. The old Sara. Their Sara. The Sara that smiled and laughed and sang under her breath. The same Sara that read her supervisor's mind, the one that finished his thoughts and actions.

Things had definitely changed.

"-half a print, thumb maybe, on the edge of the table," Sara was saying, not really speaking directly to either of her co-workers, but to both of them at the same time, "Did you find anything, Nick?"

When he didn't respond, Sara looked up from her work, finding her friend staring at her.

"Do I have something on my face?" she asked, her smirk growing when Nick blinked and muttered a, "Huh?"

"You were staring at me," Sara told him.

Grissom was on his feet again, standing a few feet away from Sara, and he glanced up at the young CSI.

"You ok, Poncho?" he asked quietly.

It had been that way for seven months now. Since the minute Grissom had found him, since he'd realized that the coffin he was lying in was wired with enough explosive to kill them all, Nick had been Poncho. It was, Nick figured, Grissom's way of letting him know that he was his own person, that he was special to his supervisor in someway. He wasn't just another CSI. He was his CSI. As were Warrick, Greg, Sara and Catherine, even if Catherine was technically his equal; they were still Grissom's team.

Nick nodded, knowing that the other man thought that his thoughts had fallen back to the "incident", as they all referred to it.

"I'm cool, just thinking about something," he told them.

Sara raised an eyebrow, "I don't know, Nick. I don't think I wanna know what you were thinking about me, staring like that."

Nick grinned. Oh yeah, she's back.

"Please, Sar, I see you as nothing more than my little sister," Nick said, his grin broadening as he noticed Grissom's tense frame relax slightly. He knew that his supervisor was used to their banter, but it still bothered him when anyone of the male members of the nightshift joked with Sara about anything he found threatening.

Sara laughed a little, shaking her head and turning back to lifting the print she'd been working on. Grissom resumed working also, but Nick continued to watch them for a minute. He watched the way the danced, slowly, perfectly, neither of them missing a step. She moved around the table, one step behind him, now photographing each spot on the floor where Grissom had placed an evidence marker, and he moved in front of her, not moving to quickly, but not slow enough that she was catching up with him. Nick had seen them work this way so many times before, but that had been nearly three years ago, in the first couple of years that Sara had worked with them. The last year or so had been so hard on her and Sara had all but given up…

But then she changed. She was back. She had come into work one night, five months early, and she was different. She was Sara. She wasn't the cold, depressed version of Sara that had taken over the body of the vibrant, strong woman who had come to Vegas. Sara laughed and smiled and talked with her friends. She considered her co-workers her friends. The woman that had taken a hold of her hadn't. She thought of them as co-workers, and ones that she couldn't even trust.

Nick shook off his thoughts as Sara's camera flashed again, turning back to work, filing away what he had witnessed for later. He would talk to Catherine and Warrick when he got back to the lab.