MONDAY

"Hey, Sara, want to give me a hand?" Nick called to the passing brunette.

Streaks of chestnut and copper flashed through her hair as she turned. "What you need?"

Nick's gaze slipped appreciatively across her almost unnaturally slim figure- only for a second, though. "I need a second person to help me figure out what happened before the vic died."

Sara nodded. Grissom had assigned Nick an unusually difficult rape case.

She made her way around the examination table, pausing to study the bedsheet he had hung. There were a few red handprints, as well as some irregular patches of blood. "No spatter..." she mused.

"Trace confirmed both semen and lube on the sheet. We found a lube bottle on the nightstand at the scene." Nick replied.

"What you thinking?" Sara asked.

"Well," said Nick, motioning for Sara to join him in an open area of the room, "Trace still needs to confirm it, but I'm pretty sure the handprints are our suspect's, indicating he was on top."

"Mhm," Sara muttered, as an indicator she was listening.

"Assuming she was on her back, we can conclude he was..." He coughed. "In her."

"So if she was on her back, then how did lube get there?" She asked, reminding him that the lab had indeed found lube there, as well as her butt and waist.

"Get down and I'll show you," Nick replied, a hint of flirtation in his voice.

Sara's eyebrow hitched, but she obliged, laying on her back, but propping herself up on her elbows so she could still see him.

Nick gently straddled her and kneeled. "He was in this position when he reached for the lube." He pantomimed reaching out to the nightstand.

"Okay..."

"After he applied it and put it back, he put her arms on her back so he could pull her up and kiss her." Sara's eyes flashed with surprise as Nick slowly put his hands slightly under her shoulder blades and pulled her up until their chests were nearly touching.

Sara's breath caught in her throat. "Okay..." She fought to keep her voice under control. "So if that's how it got on her back, then what about her butt? And her waist?"

Nick slowly took his right hand off her back and let it trail down to her lower waist, and turned to her with a smug expression on his face. "Like that." He said triumphantly, his gaze penetrating hers.

Sara couldn't stop staring into Nick's eyes. She willed her heart to stop beating so fast.

"Ah... Sara? Nick? Everything all right here?" The two turned, startled, to meet the confused gaze of none other than their supervisor.

"Oh! Uh..." Nick hurriedly stood up, dropping Sara rather unceremoniously, and faced Grissom. "Sara was just helping me out with the rape case."

Grissom's mind swirled with emotion. He knew no one knew of his feelings for Sara, but it rather hurt to see another man, let alone his close colleague, on her like that.

"Okay..." he said, unconvinced, and left to check the test results at Trace.

A/N: Give me credit, it's my first CSI fanfic! I know it's kinda short, but if you guys like it, I'll upload the next few chapters (I've been bored), which are longer, I promise! Reviews are very appreciated!