Nice trainers
Disclaimer - Woe woe - I sadly do not own any of the CSI team - They're all Anthonys.
Pairing: To be confirmed.
Summary: A new recruit, a new lab, a new disaster. And guess what? A new relationship...
Authors note: 'Tis my first ever fanfiction - Flames are appreciated, it would be nice to have some reviews, thanks. (Note this first chapter is fairly short)
'No' He thought to himself. Not on the topic of caring about flimsy dancers - A woman had just offered to buy him a drink. "Sure - But shouldn't the guy ask first?" He furrowed his brow slightly then relaxed a little bit. She was tall - About 5"9. She had brown hair just down to her shoulders, which flicked out. Her hair suited her broad shoulders. She had high cheekbones that became more pronounced as she spoke. "Yeah - But they take too long…" She winked and sat down. Her skin wasn't tanned heavily - She obviously ran a lot - Her biceps, which were shown off by her red halter-neck, were muscular. She had heavy diostema (If you don't know what it means - It's the scientific word for gap teeth) Her legs were long and slim - a short black skirt showed them off. He watched as this calm, relaxed and even more so, down - to - earth woman ordered him another beer and a Bacardi for herself. He took out his wallet and placed a ten-dollar note in her hand that was about to reach for her purse. "You order - I pay…" he smiled as she reluctantly took the money. She paid and turned in her seat to speak to him. He smiled and took a swig of his beer. Her voice was strange - She hung onto certain words, for instance she said, "You know, your hairs real nice…." She would make the words 'know and nice' longer and more tuneful. It took him awhile to register what she had just said because he was preoccupied by her voice. He snapped out of his little trance "Eh - What? Oh - Thanks!" He blushed and took another sip of his beer. "Don't worry - I daydream some times…" She smiled her gap toothed smile and took a sip of her Bacardi. "I would probably stop daydreaming if you would put me out of my misery and tell me your name…" He smirked "Sara Sidle… How about you?" He clicked his teeth and took another long sip of his beer "Some things a gentleman keeps to himself..." He was a gentleman; he had light brown hair, which was styled into a scruffy quaff. He was wearing a black top and a pair of grey shoes with a pair of black trousers. He reminded her of Grissom - There was something about his eyes… She rolled her eyes and stood up. "Nice meeting you anonymous…" She giggled "And nice meeting you… Sara Sidle…" He had a slight lisp. "Or should I say soaring Sara…" She raised an eyebrow "What -?" He cut her off too soon. "Girl - You're even taller than me!" He stood up for the first time since he had sat down. He was right - She was an inch or so taller than him. He looked down at her feet "Nice trainers…" He disappeared into the crowd before she could say anything. "Thanks…" She whispered to no one in particular. She sighed and rubbed the back of her neck as she walked towards the club doors. She also disappeared as the dancing crowds surrounded her.