She could hear him whistling as he made his way to the Denali, but she however refused to look at him just yet. She had to act pissed off because he had called driving dibs, but she was not, not even angry in the slightest.
Sitting in the passenger seat gave her time to do something she couldn't when she was driving. Study him without him noticing in the dark, or the shadows, from every passing light they passed.
I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
I count the colors in his eyes
She shook herself out of her thoughts to watch him, she had memorized every freckle on his face, the way his eyes would turn to a shade of deep brown when he was confused or pissed off, a light green when he was chipper and excited, and an amber when he was tired or anxious.
Seeing his lips move, those luscious lips producing some short of sound that she should be listening to, and any other given time she would be, holding on to his every word and filing it away in the back of her mind for a topic starter on a later date. She didn't have to hear him to know he was telling her about his day, if memory served correctly being a Tuesday he would get home work, make a pot of coffee and given the case that night would either grab a couple lemons from the crisper in the fridge and take a hot shower, or wait patiently watching the coffee drip to the pot below the machine.
From there he would drink one cup with two sugars, sitting the spoon down neatly beside the sink, the spoon could be used again for his coffee later that night. He then would proceed to get the mail on his way out. He would sort through the mail from smallest to largest, placing it neatly on the passenger seat beside him and drive the grocery store.
He had mentioned once that going on a Tuesday to get your groceries was better because it was the slowest day for the supermarkets and after a long day at the office she often referred it, you did not feel like dealing with people - alive or dead.
He would arrive home, put the groceries away and move his Chinese food to the front of the fridge so it would get eaten up first, and take out the oldest box to eat that morning on his way to his computer, eating the last of the contents which would probably consist of Beef Chow Mien or something else along that matter, he liked it all. He would reply to the email his stepsister sent every day. The only member in his family that knew the extent of what he did for a living. Log off, throw away the empty container, straighten the picture hanging up in the hallway as he stripped off his clothes and lay on top of the bed more often than not falling asleep instantly.
Don't ever fall in love
He swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair
"I've decided I'm not gonna fall in love" he tells her and she can't help but let out a laugh at the declaration
"Can I ask why?" the shock starts to settle in
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
"Costs too much" that's one excuse she had never heard before.
"How do you figure that?" she watched as his fingers pick a stand or two that were out of place and shuffle them until they are part of his do' again.
"I mean you once you figure out how much the dates cost, the clothes, aftershave, and the weight gain from eating out, then the gym bill to get back into shape, the wedding, rings, kids, everything just costs too damn much. Ergo, I'm never falling in love" and that was that, he turned on the radio to find a song he knew and sang the rest of the way. They still haven't spoken it about it to this day.
He tells a joke, I fake a smile
But I know all his favorite songs
She hadn't thought others could see the close friendship her and a certain someone had developed until she had overheard to of her co-workers talking about it.
"I give it until Christmas until they're together"
"I'd say New Years, we both know how stubborn Sara can be"
"I'm thinking that its Sanders who doesn't have a clue of her feelings"
"What are you saying?"
"Watch them sometime" the older and married co-worker got up taking a case file with him and smiling politely as he saw her in the hallway.
She sat down waiting patiently, a neatly wrapped present sat in front of her and her magazine she was skimming that had been new 6 years ago to the month, she made a mental note to herself, you want to read something that isn't outdated, bring your own.
He was whistling again, grin from ear to ear as he stopped in to see his special friend and to confirm later tonight.
"Well if it isn't my gorgeous friend" he smiled and sat down beside her, eyeing the present that sat a few inches away from him, Sara however continued to read her magazine getting a kick out of making him wait.
Nick however watched as her cheeks reddened just slightly as she continued to read the magazine and the jittery Greg who couldn't take his eyes of the small box in front of him.
"Yes it's yours" she said coolly as she flipped the page of the magazine and just like a kid at Christmas he tore the paper off. His eyes went wide.
And I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to argue
Born on the seventeenth
Neon Green guitar picks.
"How did you?" he asked shocked, opening the package and inspecting everyone getting a feel for them.
"How did I know?" she echoes, she finally looks up, eyes bright
"I noticed you were getting low so I picked some up and I know your favorite colour is green, it was neon or hunter. I see you as a Neon kind of guy" he smiled a toothy grin and looked down at them, Nick watched how Sara's gaze didn't go back to her magazine but remained on Greg, studying him closely.
"Thanks so much" he saw Catherine walk by and gathered his present up quickly
"Just glad you like them" she smiles once again and continues smiling once the younger man leaves. Finishing off the page she was on, she herself stood, placing the magazine back on the table she had found it on.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she finally asks to Nick
"I'm not looking at you in anyway"
"It's his birthday, and no we are not dating, he's not going to fall in love"
"Why is that?"
"Costs too damn much" came from the hallway as Greg walked by once again with Catherine at his side, and they disappeared.
Sara followed suit, going off in her own direction.
Nick smiled to himself; he knew without a doubt Sara had a crush on Gregory Sanders, he couldn't wait to tell Warrick he was right.
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
"Oh I got a new pic of the sis and dad" Greg told Sara later that night at the lockers, he dug into his bag until he found what he was looking for, producing a smiling teenager and an aging man. His father seemed happy without Greg's mother but that was a story for another time. She hadn't seen a recent picture of the two in quite a while.
"She's beautiful" a female version of his dad and him, long flowing blond hair, the same ever changing eyes and the same lips.
"Tell me about it, she's got her first date coming up, dad's a wreck"
"I never noticed but you and him have the same eyes and look quite a lot alike"
"The eyes yes, but we look nothing alike"
"Yes you do"
"No we don't"
"Not arguing with you. Yes you do times infinity" desperate times called for stooping to Greg's level to get him. He opened his mouth but closed it and took back the picture she was handing him.
"Why is it you always want to argue with me?"
"Cause it's fun, getting all worked up"
"Aren't you afraid one of these days we're going to say something we'll regret"
"Nope" he closed his locker and made his way out the door, slipping past Catherine, Nick and Warrick with a brief goodbye.
And if you ask me if I love him..
A brief whispering is heard behind a row of lockers before Warrick comes over
"I have a question and I'm not sure how to ask it, but" he looks back to Catherine and Nick who motioned him to continue. "Do you have feelings, maybe even love Sanders?"
Sara laughed before speaking
"No don't be ridiculous"
I'd lie
A/N: Gonna be a two – three parter. Still more to the song. I'd Lie by Taylor Swift. Which I don't own. Nor CSI.