Backstage
Warrick watched as a mournful Miles Ruben got back on stage in front of the crowd of cheering women, ever the good sport, to pay homage to his dead wife Amelia.
Warrick told him that his wife had committed suicide, and as for the reasons why, Miles already elaborated on them when in interrogation. He was twisting his ring either out of regret, or reminiscence; he wasn't sure which it was, but he believed Miles when he said that he had nothing to hide. He admitted that his wife was lonely and starved for attention. That was no motive for murder.
"Fightin', lovin', laughin'…it's passion."
Sara wasn't as convinced though. The case seemed to get to her for some reason. She was more quiet than usual, and she seemed to be in a trance, looking at him strangely, like he had two heads or something uncanny on his person. He was able to really see into her dark brown orbs; the ones that held so many unspoken words and questions the Sara Sidle of old would have vocalized.
But on this particular night, she looked beautiful, but in a daze. She opted to wait for Warrick backstage instead of being present to tell Miles what happened to his wife. She was the one that broke the case after all, clearing Miles and his manager. He remembered that she had a faint smile on her face when she heard him play a few notes on the piano for the first time in the years that she's known him in Miles' loft.
Warrick shook his head at the tragedy of it all, thinking that Miles and his music was never going to be the same now that his inspiration was gone.
He headed through the hallway where the dressing rooms were to get to the parking lot where Sara said that she'd be waiting. He tried to tell her that maybe the very back wasn't the safest place for her to be waiting, but she insisted that she would be fine. Thinking back on that conversation now, he realized that Miles was probably thinking the same thing when he left Amelia. Anything could happen to anybody at anytime.
Warrick's heart palpitated in his chest with uncertainty until he reached the exit door where she was leaning against the wall, looking thoughtful as ever. She had her arms crossed over her chest and he could almost see her withdrawing into herself.
He came closer to her and put his hands on her shoulders.
"What's the matter?" He asked.
She looked into his eyes with something that he was familiar with, and he wasn't sure if he reflected her look.
"Warrick," she started. "Life is just way too short."
He was expecting her to say more, but she didn't, and even from the words she uttered, he understood what she was saying. He may not have known all the details, but he knew her plight over the last couple of years in her life, and she was absolutely right.
With that, he gently caressed her soft cheek with his hand, then brought a finger under her chin and brought their lips just inches away from each other.
"I know," he whispered. "You don't have to be alone anymore."
With that, their lips met for a sweet kiss that quickly escalated to a deeper, more passionate kiss; hands caressing of their own volition. Their closeness made Sara shudder and she pulled away and looked at him.
He grinned and joined his hand in hers, Miles Ruben's soulful interlude from when they first started their case flooding through backstage as they exited the building together.
Love ain't gonna get me
Til I know I'm ready…