Disclaimer: Don't own them, don't profit from them, and I didn't create them. And what a damn shame too.

Rating: I think I'll end things on a high note.

A/N: Camilla: I'm glad that you noticed that the cherry massage oil was unfortunately left out. Don't worry; I have had intentions on using it personally on George all along. In due time, in due time.

Charli: Not only do I love your motto, but I also agree with it completely… though I imagine there would be times when I would rather do it and deal with it later than not do it at all. As for the shower scene, it branched out from this idea where I had Nick and Sara implementing the crime scene because Catherine made them. I don't really know where I come up with this stuff. I just do.

And that's right folks. This is the final chapter to 'Quarantine.' But don't worry, I'll come up with a new story about our favorite couple soon enough. In fact, I kind of have one now…

Dedications: To everyone who read and/ or reviewed this story. I love you guys! And to Camilla: consider the cherry massage oil. As well as DarkDreamer and Kate: I like being inspirational and enjoy knowing that something comes out of what I write.

And so there Nick and Sara were, already getting accustomed to their old routines that had not been forgotten over the course of a few days. The receptionist had given them a smirk as well as a knowing wink, not to mention that every other coworker seemed to smile at them in a more than friendly matter. Apparently everything had been spilled to the entire lab just when the two had thought that it had been kept to the tight circle of CSIs and the one lab tech.

There was a slightly awkward tension between Grissom and two of his CSIs when he handed out case folders for everyone. It wasn't a surprise that Sara wasn't working with Nick. In fact, she was with Grissom and Catherine while Nick was with Warrick. She couldn't remember the last time the two men had been on a case together. Maybe it was because every time they worked the same assignment, there was usually more betting and competition involved than hard work. But they did solve what ever was given to them and no one seemed to really complain. Only Sara, who was robbed of admiring the Texan's cute behind all day.

It was all for the better, Sara decided, getting up from her seat and following her blonde female coworker out of the break room. If she and Nick worked together the UST (unresolved sexual tension) would definitely come out by the end of the shift. There were already lingering looks cast in her direction from the subtle man adorning a simple but tight white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He looked unusually casual for work but the heat had affected everyone's choice of dress. That was, of course, not including Catherine who wore a burgundy turtleneck. Lucky for her, the shirt was sleeveless or else Warrick would be ripped a new one for another day she had to wear too much clothing.

That was undoubtedly something Sara had noticed: the relationship between Warrick and Catherine. There had always been something there, everyone knew that, but over the course of thirty minutes Sara had witnessed how Warrick's eyes never left Catherine's and Catherine couldn't control her tongue caressing her upper lip or her gaze roaming over Warrick's body. Sara wondered if her and Nick had been as "subtle" as the two of them had been. Probably not, she concluded.

The four CSIs had gathered in the locker room, grabbing their necessities and indulging in light conversation.

"So did you two enjoy your time off?" questioned Catherine, slipping on a black baseball hat, one that belonged to the lab. Her, Grissom, and Sar were working in the desert that evening but it was still daylight and hot as hell.

"Yeah, actually, until I got a call from Grissom," responded Nick, shrugging on his vest. He noted that Sara absentmindedly licked her lips.

"What did you guys do?"

Catherine was always one for prodding, though Warrick to himself, smiling approvingly at the blonde beside him. It was easier for her to get information out of people than it was for him.

"Not much," was the flippant reply.

Sara closed and locked her locker before leaning back against it. "What about you two? Did someone finally get that massage?"

There was a silent exchange between Warrick and Catherine, involving a lust-filled glance and then gazes looking in opposite directions. There was a moment of silence before Sara's question was answered.

"You could say that."

"Well?"

"I don't kiss and tell," was Catherine's quick answer, an innocent smile playing on her lips.

"Come on, Nick. We'd better get going," jumped in Warrick.

"All right."

Nick fought the urge to give Sara's cheek a kiss as he left, but his hand did settle on the small of her back for a brief moment as their eyes met. She saw what he wanted to do but knew that it was better if they didn't. It wasn't that it wasn't allowed or that Warrick and Catherine didn't know, because they did, but it was something that if they got accustomed to doing it might escalade into a kiss on the lips and then more.

Sara watched Nick's backside as he left and it seemed that Catherine was just as spellbound by Warrick. However, Catherine and been caught by Sara, not the other way around.

"You've got to tell me everything," gushed Sara, her mouth in the form of a grin.

"Now why would I do that?' inquired Catherine, looking at her coworker beside her as they walked together down the hall, away from the locker room.

"Because I'll tell you what really happened during mine and Nick's time off."

"Didn't we just have a case like this a month ago?" questioned Nick, snapping another picture of the blood spatter on the wall.

"After a while, they all start to look the same," mumbled Warrick, lifting a print of the glass he found on the coffee table before the couch.

"How do you think it all went down?" Nick turned and faced his friend bent over the long wooden table.

"I have no idea."

"Oh come on. You usually have a few strong hypothesis' running through that brain of yours."

Warrick stood upright, glancing around the dark room from the broken window of the back door to the pool of blood beside Nick and the overturned furniture throughout the house.

"I don't know if I believe that it was a simple B and E gone wrong."

"Evidence?"

"Hunch."

"You know Grissom doesn't believe in those."

"Not entirely, he doesn't. There just doesn't seem anything here to steal. The wife said the only thing stolen was a set of golf clubs from the garage. I mean, there is plenty of goods to steal but they go for the clubs? I don't think so."

"What do you think then?"

"She's hiding something."

"We need to find those clubs."

"Think we should head back to the lab?"

"Yeah. I'll call Brass about the witness."

"Meet you in the car."

Warrick gathered his half of the evidence and headed outside in the daylight of the early morning to his car parked on the street. Processing that crime scene had been particularly grueling because of all of the blood spatter and the house practically turned upside down.

A minute later Nick was in the passenger seat of the car beside Warrick, buckling himself in.

"So, Rick. What really happened with Catherine?"

Warrick sent him a side-glance before turning his attention back to the road. "What really happened with you and Sara?"

The man beside him chuckled low in his throat and rubbed his stubble-covered jaw. "What do you think happened?"

"I don't think you guys made it out of the bedroom much."

"That's not entirely true. The shower was used a lot, not to mention the kitchen counter, and a couple of walls…" trailed off Nick, looking at his friend with a cocky and smug grin on his face.

"Well, Catherine and I never really made that much use of my place."

"Just how much use exactly?"

"The bed…three times."

Nick whistled low, the smile still on his lips. "I'm glad you two finally hooked up."

"Yeah. Me too. And I'm glad that you and Sar won't be flirting constantly any more."

"Who said we were stopping?"

A pair of eyes were rolled at Nick as they pulled into the parking lot of the crime lab. "I don't think I will be able to handle the two of you now. The break room table will probably have to be sanitized hourly."

"I like to think that I can keep it in my pants," Nick coolly replied, unzipping the vest that he wore as he strolled into the locker room.

"Yeah, sure."

Nick heard something hit the bench soundly and he turned to see what it was.

"My wallet!" he exclaimed, reaching down to pick it up.

His hand stopped in midair as Warrick placed a torn foil wrapper on top.

"You think you can really keep it in your pants?"

The wallet slipped into Nick's back pocket but he left the condom wrapper forsaken.

"I've been looking for this for a week and you've had it all along?"

"Yeah."

"When did you find it?"

"You forgot it after you and Sara made use of the showers," stated Warrick, nodding in the general direction behind Nick where the showers were.

"Thanks, man."

"No problem."

Nick grabbed his jacket, cell phone and keys before closing the door to his locker.

"So it seems that you've scratched that itch?"

Chestnut eyes flashed up to meet cool blue ones. There was a fierceness and something else in the former that anyone could recognize as lust. Apparently, the itch had not been completely scratched and Warrick wondered if it truly ever would be.

"Not exactly."

Warrick smiled knowingly and reached into his locker to pull something out of his backpack. Instinctively, Nick caught whatever it was that his friend tossed to him. Nick turned the bottle in his hand so that he could read the label.

"Cherry body massage oil?" Nick read aloud, raising an eyebrow at Warrick.

"Something to help quell the itch."

Nick eyed it curiously, flipping it over to read the back of the bottle.

"Though it might only make things worse."

"I can handle that. Ever tried it before?"

"Only in raspberry and strawberry."

"Any good?"

"Very good."

Following Warrick out of the room, Nick continued to read the rest of the label on the bottle as they made their way to the break room. He looked up just in time to see their two female coworkers sitting down and eating at the table. Before anyone could see what he held in his grasp, Nick slipped the bottle into the front pocket of his pants.

"Taking a break?" asked Nick nonchalantly, resting a friendly hand on Catherine's bare shoulder.

"Yeah. All the smells of the restaurant made us hungry," she answered through a mouthful of Chinese food.

"Restaurant?"

"Yeah. Our case."

"Oh," he nodded, heading towards the counter where the coffee sat. Sara was brewing a new pot and it was nearly finished.

Nick leaned back against the edge of the counter, folding his arms over his muscled chest as he watched Sara's back covered in the flimsy material of her low-cut tank top. Her shoulders were slightly tanned from the Vegas sun and smooth as silk. There was an urge in him to bite into her shoulder, running his tongue across her flesh and tasting it. There were times like these when Nick wondered if he really could work with her without hoisting her up onto the table and screwing her until it hurt for her to walk. Sara looked over her shoulder and he flickered his gaze elsewhere just in time.

The two of them were left alone a moment later after Catherine had finished her meal and left with Warrick. The wink that Catherine sent Sara was not unseen by Nick but he chose to ignore it.

When Nick was sure that everyone was out of sight, he stood close behind Sara and brushed her hair away from her shoulder. His fingers lifted the strap of her bra and tank top off her shoulder, letting it fall onto her arm. Without making any noise, Nick pulled out the bottle of massage oil, flicked open the top and poured a line from the curve of her neck to the tip of her shoulder. She gasped out the coolness of it, angling her head to look back at him. But what she saw was his eyes staring into hers as his tongue cleaned the oil off her shoulder. He dropped the bottle into her lap and she picked it up curiously.

"Cherry massage oil?"

"You're missing the best part," he murmured into her ear as he flicked his tongue out to catch the lobe.

"What's that?"

"Edible cherry massage oil."

"Nick Stokes, where did you get this from?"

"Warrick. Said the stuff is 'very good.'"

"Oh really?"

"Let's go home, Sar. I've got an itch to scratch."

FINISHED! FINI! TERMINA! MUAHAHAHAHAHA….!