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This Heart Never Stops LovingIt was an unusually quiet day at the Vegas crime lab; the majority of the CSIs were in the break room, discussing last nights game.
Grissom was sitting in his office going through the remaining paper work from the previous case hoping to clear it before the next case comes through.
Nick was sitting on the bench in the locker room with an envelope in one hand, he tore it open to reveal a small piece of paper:
Dear Mr Stokes,
We are informing you on a position that has opened at the crime lab in Dallas, TX.
The position available as Swing shift supervisor has been reviewed and you have been selected to fill the position due to the skills you have and the position you are currently in.
The pay rise will be around 20 and the shift times will be similar to those in Las Vegas.
If you are interested in this position you must contact use by June 2nd 2007.
Before he had finished reading the letter, Nick had found himself running towards Grissoms office door, letter stil
You're all I wantedHere she was, sitting in Nick's house talking about her love life, it's not as if anyone knew her true feelings, the fact they don't lie with Grissom but with someone closer to her, her friend for many years, but that was all they were friends, and nothing more.
The silence somehow deafening to both their ears, Nick knew he had feelings for Sara but thought hers were with Grissom, but after Grissom went on his sabbatical she had changed, she became more her old cheery self around him, the only time she wasn't partially happy was when Catherine and Keppler were in the same room as her, and it showed, maybe it was because she could see the two getting on, something Sara and Catherine hadn't managed to do since moving to Vegas.
It was time Nick acted like a man and told Sara of her true feelings, but first he needed to fully understand her current situation with Grissom.
Before speaking Nick cleared his throat, "You want something to drink?" He quietly asked Sara wh
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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