A/N I wrote this at night whilst the rain was pounding on my bedroom window, hence the setting for the story. It's about Sara and another character. When I wrote it I had two possible people in mind, but for the time being I'll leave the decision up to you.
As always please read and review. It's the reviews that make it worth writing. Otherwise all these stories would just stay in my head.
Sara stood at the entrance of CSI, gazing out at the parking lot. It was dark and the rain beat down fiercely, pounding the sidewalk. She could feel the night chill biting at her front, in sharp contrast to the inside warmth of the building at her back. Footsteps echoed down the hallway behind her, gradually getting closer. They stopped beside her and she could feel their body heat, but she didn't turn around.
Finally the spoke, "Are you going to stand there all night?"
Frowning Sara stuck one hand out into the rain. "I dunno. Drowning wasn't on my list of things to do tonight."
They chuckled. "You planning on walking home or something?"
Sara shrugged. "Well…My cars in the shop, so…" She trailed off.
They looked concerned. "But it's too far for you to walk."
Sara smiled. "I know. I was going to get the bus or something."
"I'll give you a lift."
"No! You can't do that. It's too far out of your way. I'll be fine."
"Seriously. It's no trouble."
Sara hesitated. It wasn't the first time they'd offered her a ride and she always refused. She knew that they liked her as more than a friend and if she was being completely honest with herself, she had to admit that the feeling was mutual. If she accepted a lift, she'd have to invite them in. One thing would almost inevitably lead to another.
She didn't believe she had the self-control to stop things before they reached the point of no return. She didn't know if she would want to. The big thing holding her back was trust. She couldn't even trust one of her best friends. Hell, she couldn't even trust herself around them. She liked to be in control. They blurred the lines so much it scared her.
The rain continued, relentless. She realised they were staring at her, perplexed. She gave herself a mental shake. "I'm sorry. Did you say something?"
They laughed. "Yeah. I said, 'stop being so stubborn.' I'll go fetch my car. Bring it round to the front. You'll barely have to get wet."
Sara forced a smile.
Just before they stepped out into the rain, they turned to look at her. As if reading her mind they said, "Relax. It's just a ride. I don't expect anything in return. Friend to friend." They jogged into the parking lot.
As she watched their retreating back, a small, but genuine smile lit up her features. Seconds later she heard a car engine start up and saw the headlights edge towards the building. As they stopped she trotted out to the waiting car.
"It's just a ride," she repeated to herself.
A/N Sorry it's so short. It might be a stand alone, but I have a few ideas for a second chapter. If there is a second chapter then I'll reveal the identity of the mystery person, but since I haven't made up my mind myself who it is yet, any preferences will be duly noted.
As always please read and review. It's the reviews that make it worth writing. Otherwise all these stories would just stay in my head.
Sara stood at the entrance of CSI, gazing out at the parking lot. It was dark and the rain beat down fiercely, pounding the sidewalk. She could feel the night chill biting at her front, in sharp contrast to the inside warmth of the building at her back. Footsteps echoed down the hallway behind her, gradually getting closer. They stopped beside her and she could feel their body heat, but she didn't turn around.
Finally the spoke, "Are you going to stand there all night?"
Frowning Sara stuck one hand out into the rain. "I dunno. Drowning wasn't on my list of things to do tonight."
They chuckled. "You planning on walking home or something?"
Sara shrugged. "Well…My cars in the shop, so…" She trailed off.
They looked concerned. "But it's too far for you to walk."
Sara smiled. "I know. I was going to get the bus or something."
"I'll give you a lift."
"No! You can't do that. It's too far out of your way. I'll be fine."
"Seriously. It's no trouble."
Sara hesitated. It wasn't the first time they'd offered her a ride and she always refused. She knew that they liked her as more than a friend and if she was being completely honest with herself, she had to admit that the feeling was mutual. If she accepted a lift, she'd have to invite them in. One thing would almost inevitably lead to another.
She didn't believe she had the self-control to stop things before they reached the point of no return. She didn't know if she would want to. The big thing holding her back was trust. She couldn't even trust one of her best friends. Hell, she couldn't even trust herself around them. She liked to be in control. They blurred the lines so much it scared her.
The rain continued, relentless. She realised they were staring at her, perplexed. She gave herself a mental shake. "I'm sorry. Did you say something?"
They laughed. "Yeah. I said, 'stop being so stubborn.' I'll go fetch my car. Bring it round to the front. You'll barely have to get wet."
Sara forced a smile.
Just before they stepped out into the rain, they turned to look at her. As if reading her mind they said, "Relax. It's just a ride. I don't expect anything in return. Friend to friend." They jogged into the parking lot.
As she watched their retreating back, a small, but genuine smile lit up her features. Seconds later she heard a car engine start up and saw the headlights edge towards the building. As they stopped she trotted out to the waiting car.
"It's just a ride," she repeated to herself.
A/N Sorry it's so short. It might be a stand alone, but I have a few ideas for a second chapter. If there is a second chapter then I'll reveal the identity of the mystery person, but since I haven't made up my mind myself who it is yet, any preferences will be duly noted.