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Post by Admin on Apr 18, 2014 1:59:54 GMT
yeah, that's what I was thinking too.
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Post by cal54382 on Apr 18, 2014 3:29:44 GMT
so, we can start that when you're ready then
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Post by Admin on Apr 19, 2014 2:09:37 GMT
Sara slammed the door behind her and tried to calm down before facing Nick again. She was pissed with him now, and he didn't seem to get it.
Nick knew she was mad, but he felt the need to check on her. She always slammed doors and eventually cooled down. There was no need to think this time was any different.
"I'm just saying that if you keep going after this guy, Russell's gonna take you off the case."
Sara didn't answer him straight away. She took a deep breath and then turned to face him. "You are so oblivious Nick. I don't care about the case. It's you!"
"Me? What did I do besides try to keep your job for you?!"
"You always force me to talk when I don't want to, but when I ask you something, you shut me out. I hate it."
"Hey, Sara, when I go after a guy twice my size or run into a room before it's cleared, we'll talk about my stuff. Until then, I'm gonna do whatever it takes to keep you safe. If you don't like it..."
"That's not the point. When I ask you about something 'cause you look upset, you don't talk. But if it's me, you push until I tell you even if I don't want to. It has nothing to do with cases and work." She was calming down a bit.
"The hell it doesn't," Nick said, partly because he knew he had a valid point about her safety, partly because he was still steamed and hurt.
"Nick, I love you and I know you want to protect me. I don't care about that right now. I'm not angry because of that. I'm angry cause you never want to talk to me. It seems like you can't trust me enough to tell me things."
"I trust you," he said, no longer yelling.
"Then why don't you ever talk to me?"
"Because." He looked away.
"Why? Cause you're perfect? Cause I always screw things up?"
"No," he said, taken aback. "God, no. Sara, is that what you think?"
"Did you ever think it's because you already know almost all my hurts?"
"Really? I don't believe that. If I know them, why won't you talk to me?"
"Think about it, Sara. You came home when Warrick died. You were here when our family fell apart. You took care of me after I was stalked and then again after I was buried. You know almost all of them."
"Almost all? What don't I know?" She wasn't angry anymore, just sad.
"I don't tell..." He said before he stopped, thinking back. If he'd told Catherine, why was it so hard to tell Sara? He loved her. Shouldn't he want her to know everything? Would she run if she did? "I was just a kid. My mom and dad went out for the evening. Everyone else was at a friend's house, at a movie...they were always gone. I was nine. It was a female babysitter. I never...I never told anyone what happened that night, except for Catherine, because I lost it on a case a few years back because of it." He tried to tell her without actually saying the words and held his breath, praying she knew what he meant so he wouldn't have to go into more detail and praying she wouldn't turn and run.
Sara was shocked. She had never seen anything like this hurt him on a case, but then she realized something. She had always known that there was something special about Nick, always known there was something that made her trust him more than she had even trusted Grissom.
"Nicky, I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me."
He shook his head. "You're right. I shouldn't...I'm not perfect, Sara. I'm far from it. I never wanted to pretend that I am. And I don't think you screw stuff up. You've just got dealt a lot of bad hands in the past, but you've dealt with them. That's more than I can say."
Sara shook her head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. But I was angry that it's always me talking. I guess, now, I know why. I wish I could make it better for you, but I don't know how."
"Stay?" He whispered, afraid to even ask.
"Of course. We live together, you know."
He nodded, afraid to trust his voice to speak. It was the closest he'd gotten to tears in years.
Sara moved over to him and hugged him. "I love you, Nicky."
He held her, burying his face in her head for a moment before kissing her hair gently. "I love you. I just...I never want to see you get hurt. People have already hurt you too much."
"Don't worry about me. I can look after myself."
"I guess the truth is that you outwardly express your emotions and I bottle it up." He did that about everything, his anger at her ex, his fears at what he'd gone through, pushed it all down until, when he was upset enough to express it, it all came out at once.
"I've never been one for keeping quiet," smiled Sara.
"Thank God for that. I don't know where I'd be without my Sara." He said, smiling for her, not a normal Texas grin, but a real smile.
Sara wrapped him in an embrace and kissed him. He held her close, needing her comfort now more than ever.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you."
"I'm sorry too. I don't want to bring up bad memories for you. I'm just scared sometimes that you'll get hurt again." He had never really gotten over losing her in the desert that way, although she'd been with Grissom at the time.
"With you around, I'll be fine." He kissed into her hair again. "Want to lie down?" He shook his head. "Why not?"
"Nightmare."
"I'll be with you."
He was terrified, but he new it was part of trusting her. "Okay."
"I'll be right next to you." He lay down, opening his arms for her. Sara climbed into his arms and kissed him again. He held her close.
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Post by Admin on Apr 19, 2014 2:21:52 GMT
"I love you."
"I love you too," he whispered, feeling drained from the past day, both with worrying about her, work, the fight, and the emotion of bringing up his past.
"Go to sleep." He nodded, his eyes closing. Sara kissed him again.
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