A/N: okay I don't own CSI... blah blah blah you know it 'cause this would be part of an eppie if I did!
Yeah... so here it goes
"Hey Sar," he waves to me as I enter another one of our scenes. This one is a double-homicide. I pretend to not hear him as I walk to the other side of the house to find the other body. But I shoot a glance back as I turn the corner. His head is turned, and though I'm relieved, my heart aches.
At the end of the shift, I finish logging in my evidence and go to the locker room. He's at his locker, changing his shirt. I see his bear chest, which makes me blush and turn away, ashamed. I go to my locker, which fortunately isn't near his. I change, grab my purse and hurry out the door. But his voice stops me.
"Sara!" I turn, almost close to tears now.
"Yeah?" I ask, biting back my emotions. Lord how it hurts!
"Cath, me, and the guys are going to breakfast. Wanna come?" he smiles, making my skin tingle.
"Uh..." I can't speak. I want to just walk away. "No thanks... I need to get home." I hurry through the door, leaving him standing there, confused and probably uncomfortable.
I sit on my couch, in my lonely, empty house. In one hand I hold a beer, in the other I hug a pillow, tears falling down my face. I want the pain to go away. I want my feelings for him to die. I hate myself for loving him.
"Why?" I cry to the empty room. I continue to sob, and I drink my beer, trying to drown my hurt. I finish the drink, setting it down by the other empty bottle I'd already drunk. I stand to get another, but I stop myself, knowing all it will do is blind me from the truth: I will hurt with or without the alcohol.
I fall back on the couch, closing my eyes and clutching my pillow tighter. Every tear that falls from my eyes creates a bigger hole in my broken heart.
"He was your friend before," I scold myself. "You could talk to him. But you ruined it." I know! I want to scream. "Then why didn't you stop yourself? You're so stupid Sara! He would never love you! Now you can't even speak to him, much less be friends."
My pain takes over again. I cry so long that the tears stop.
"I'm sorry!" I yell out. "I'm sorry... sorry..." I close my eyes.
When I wake up, I know in my heart that if I couldn't have his heart, I'd take friendship over unwanted love.
"Today," I tell myself as I throw away the beer bottles and go to my shower. "I'll talk to him."
I reach the break room at the beginning of the shift, craving Greg's Blue Hawaiian. As I turn, cup in hand, he enters. I start to leave, but force myself to sit at the table, as he gets coffee and sits too.
I smile, "Hi Warrick."
A/N: Okay I'm sure there's some people who don't like the idea of Sara and Rick. It's not one of my usual. But sorry... Hope you liked it! R&R please!