A.N: it's called fan fiction for a reason. I don't own CSI. Whaddya think? The Song is called Move along by th all american rejects. I got the idea singing the song with my friends. hah.
Move Along
Sara sat on her couch comfortably. She heard the faint noise of music coming from the room down the hall. It was that one noise that made her house from being eerily silent. She walked around the living room, amazed at how far she was in life already, when she heard the song. She sat on her couch, thinking how well this song represented most of her life.
Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
Sara sat in the break room. Doing nothing important just thinking about how much she screwed up in life. She never knew she would be the woman on the side. She hated men after Hank.
When you fall everyone stands, another day and you've had your fill of sinking
Sara was crying, crying her heart out. No one on this case was as hurt as she was. Nobody was sitting there by her side. Nobody. Why? Does no one actually care about her?
With the life held in your, hands are shaking cold
Nick passed the break room, no one was in there. He saw a figure, sitting on the couch in fetal position. She was crying. He went into the break room and sat down next to her, comforting her with a big hug. He intertwined her fingers with his.
These hands are meant to hold
She sat there in his arms, feeling better. Feeling loved, feeling someone actually caring for her. She lay in his arms silently, wiping tears from her eyes. 0
Speak to me
"Do you want to talk about it, Sara?" Nick asked quietly, still holding her in his arms.
"Maybe later, just stay like this." Sara never knew, the one guy that knew her most, the one guy who really felt her, the one she actually loved was right here.
When all you got to keep is strong, move along; move along like I know you do
"You can't keep beating yourself up, Sara. Guys just can't see the real you. The one that makes you the real you. Just move along. I know you will, you have to push all those men aside and find a great one. One who treats you well."
"You mean like you?"
"Yeah, like- WHAT?!"
And even when your hope is gone, move along, move along just to make it through
Thoughts raced through her mind. Did she actually say that? Oh well, I'll make through it. It's ok. Nick's still holding her, things will be all right. Nick was still here. Thoughts raced through her head when lips, LIPS, fell on top of hers. She loved it.
Move Along
Sara woke up from her daydreams by those same lips.
"Good afternoon Mrs. Stokes." Sara smiled at the handsome Texan in front of him. The she heard the soft patter of footy pajamas running down the hall.
"Daddy!" The young version of Sara Stokes ran up and jumped into his arms. Then a older teenager version of Sara Sidle came up nonchalantly hugging her father. Sara watched the sight in front of her and realized, she was glad to move along.