Well, I got this idea after watching CSI and the fact that it was raining, and I wanted to go dancing, but I have a wicked cold, so didn't. But anyway, I just decided to write this. I'll add more drabbles if I can think of them, however I've decided that I should probably stick to oneshots, since I absolutely cannot update. Seriously, I have something inside of me that just doesn't allow me to ever update. ANYWAY, R&R. and I apologize for the fact that I tend to ramble. I just keep thinking of more things to add. Okay, I'm just gonna stop talking (writing?) now.
Disclaimer- For legal purposes, I don't own the character of Sara Sidle, the show CSI: Crime Scene Investigation. What I do own is the plot.
Sara Sidle listened to the rain. Her 5 year old self ached to go out and dance. She wanted to go out and ask her mommy and daddy. But they were always busy, with their bee&bee. She had no clue why they would name the place where people visited after the mean bug that stung her twice. She knew her daddy made up the name, because her mommy was too nice too do that. As the rain fell harder, she stuck her head out of the window, and smelled the sweet smell of pouring rain.
"Pitter Patter, drip drip drop." She sang the song her mommy would always sing to her whenever it rained. She knew it was to cover up the sound of her daddy drinking something bad, that made him different, but she would never tell her mommy that. Her mommy would get sad if she knew that Sara knew that her daddy did bad things.
Sara still wanted to go dance. Her daddy took her dancing once before, because he always went when her mommy kicked him out after he drinked that weird stuff, but one day, he tip-toed up and took her with him, when she was just 4. "Our little secret," he had told her. She growed up a lot since then, but she still always wanted to go dancing in the rain again.
She kept looking out at the rain. It was warm rain. Like a big girl shower. She reached up and touched her hair. It felt like the time that she went to her bestest friend Shailah's soccer game after sleeping over, and it was raining just a little bit. Her brown straight hair got all wet on the outside, but under it was dry. She took her head out of the window, and tip-toed over to her door, and peeked out. She heard a weird sound that sounded like her mommy crying again. She tip-toed down the stairs and peered around the wall. All of the bottles that her daddy drinked out of were all over the kitchen counter, and there was a bunch of red stuff on the pieces of sharp glass. Sara wasn't allowed to use glass till she was bigger, cuz she could make some of that scary red stuff come out of herself. She heard that noise again, and walked, not even bothering to tip-toe, over to the noise.
She watched in awe as her daddy grabbed keys off of the big sharp thing that her mommy called a tack. But Sara didn't like that name. It reminded her of the scary red stuff. She didn't know why, it just did. So she called it the sharpy. Her daddy taked the sharpy out of the wall. He walked over and poked her mommy hard with it. Her mommy wored only her bar, the thing that covered her two boobies that Sara would grow when she was older, and her undies. But her undies weren't princess or Barbie undies, like Sara's. They we're just white. After her daddy poked her mommy with the sharpy, that scary red stuff came out. Her mommy made that crying noise again. Sara was scared now. But she knew she had to stay hidden. Or else her daddy would hurt her too. As she silently watched, her daddy took the sharpy and pushed and dragged it down her mommy's arms. More scary red stuff. It was all over her. But then he throwed the keys into the air. He tried to catch them, but he missed and they landed on her mommy's private part. He picked them up, but his hand grabbed all of her before just taking the keys. He walked funnily to the door and tripped twice. But he just barely made it without falling. Sara always falled. She just wasn't that good at walking. Her daddy called her a bitch klutz crybaby when it happened. He didn't even have to be drinking to say that. He finally made it out the door. Sara heard the car start and make that weird noise that happened whenever her daddy was drinking the weirdo drink and drived. She knew that he was gone now.
"Mommy?" Sara voice was tentative, scared. "Can I go dancing in the rain?"
Please R&R, it'd be really appreciated. I'll add another drabble I think of one, ideas would be wonderful. But anyway (again with the anyways!), I hope you liked it!