A/N: This story has been begging me to write it for almost 5 months now and I now put it into ink. Of some form. Anyway, It's a Sheldon/OC story, as only the best Hawkes stories are. I wanted this girl to be as different from Hawkes as possible, to come from almost completely different ends of the spectrum. Her name is Natalie Dawness. She's caucasian, dirty blonde, super smart (That's the only thing that she and Sheldon have in common) Works for a local jeweler as an appraiser and security guard. Her background is as mysterious as she is. She keeps to herself and doesn't let people in very easily. She is originally from Colombia but moved to San Antonio, TX when she was only four or five, so she doesn't remember much of her hometown. She moved to NYC when she turned 26. Everything else should explain itself in the story. Okay, here it is!
Disclaimer: I own Natalie and her boss. Not Sheldon or anyone you DO recognize *pouts and walks away grumbling*
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Natalie Dawness was sitting at her appraisal counter, bored out of her mind. She was going through square roots in her head starting with simpler ones and going up towards harder, longer ones. It had been a long, boring day. Two people had come into the shop looking to rob it and didn't flinch when Natalie stood up and walked over to them, almost unseen. She was only 5' 1"! What did her boss want her to do besides pull the gun and use the cuffs? Natalie Dawness wasn't your normal appraiser; at Priscilla's Diamonds, she was a security guard too. She had gotten up to the square root of 6561 when an man walked into the store. He flashed his NYPD badge as she reached for hers.
"Do you know where I can find a Natalie Dawness?" He asked.
"You're looking at her, what can I help you with?" Natalie asked.
"You arrested two criminals today?" He asked.
"Yeah. Dumb and Dumber were flashing guns and telling us to empty our registers. 'Course, I'm the only one with anything of value. I cuffed 'em and called dispatch, why?" She asked after explaining what had happened earlier that day.
"The CSIs at the crime lab want to thank you. You helped us apprehend a drug lord and cracked two cases when you brought those bastards in." He said.
"And they sent a rookie to tell me?" She asked, leaning on her counter, staring at the clock behind the man in front of her. Twenty minutes, that's it! She thought.
"I'm not a rookie . I'm a CSI, Doctor and ex-Medical Examiner." He said proudly.
Natalie was suddenly intrigued. "Really?"
"No, I lied to NYPD!" She stared in mock-shock for a moment and the two burst out laughing. "I'm Detective Sheldon Hawkes." He said, sticking a hand out.
"You already know my name apparently. Natalie Dawness." She took his hand, shaking it.
"Nice to meet you. What's that accent?" Sheldon asked.
"Ah, you caught it. Texan. I'm actually Colombian but my parents and I immigrated when I was five. Moved up here about a year ago on a transfer to NYPD's security guard division." She finished looking towards the clock again. Fifteen minutes!
"You look anxious to get out of here." Sheldon said.
"This had been the most boring shift, of my time with Prissy. Well minus the idiots this morning and meeting you." She said, flashing a hundred watt smile.
"Well at least I was an exciting part of your day!" He said, flashing a smile back at her.
She blushed profusely. Ten minutes and I'm gone! "Of course you were, every person who walks in here is. But, you were and are especially exciting." She said and realized her slip up causing her to blush even more.
Priscilla Cambian stuck her head out of her office. "Lee, dahling, you need to get a move on! Everyone else has left, that damn clock is just slow. Go on! Get out!" She yelled.
Natalie looked at her companion and held up one finger signaling for one moment to gather her things from behind the counter. She hopped over the counter and pulled her bags with her. She looked up from her 5' 4" stature in 3 inch heels towards the detective she was with. "Yes, I'm short. I also have an IQ of 143. Mensa wanted me but I didn't want them." She said with a shrug as Sheldon just stared at her in awe. "C'mon! I need to go to the crime lab to clock out anyway. Something about Loo wanting me to go check it out. He said he'd be waiting." She walked ahead of him. "Well don't just stand there!" She said and Sheldon rushed to her side as they walked out towards a sleek silver motorcycle. "Wan' a lift?" She asked, hopping onto the cycle after latching her messenger bag and purse under the seat.
Sheldon turned a nice light shade of green under his dark complexion. "No thanks. I drove my Avalanche." He pointed to an NYPD issued vehicle.
"Nice. Meet ya at the lab?" She asked, strapping her helmet on.
"Most definitely." He said as she grinned and flipped down her visor. The short drive to the lab was spent full of thoughts, on both parts. As they pulled into registered parking for all branches of NYPD, Sheldon realized where he'd seen her before. Her parking spot for when she apprehended someone, clocked in or clocked out, was two away from his.
"Ah, so you are the elusive cyclist." He said hopping out of his car.
"And you are the man who tried chasing after me three times." Natalie said.
"That I am. Are you ready to see our gorgeous lab?" He asked.
"If it's as 'gorgeous' as you say, then yes." She answered, pulling her purse and messenger bag from her cycle.
"Great, let's go." He said and the two walked towards the doors to the lab.
As they walked in, Natalie noticed her Loo standing next to Detective Taylor. "Hey Loo, Detective." She said, shaking hands with the older men.
"See Taylor, she'd be great working with your team. I could even put her in homicide and have Don and Jess work with her." Loo said.
"George, I don't know. She's a security guard, and her arrest record is pristine, but Don likes working with Jess and there's already two trio teams in homicide and I think they like having a slot open." Mac said.
" 'Eh hem! I'm right here!" Natalie cleared her throat and the two men looked down at her. Their looks basically said, "Shut it!" She flashed her brass pass to the receptionist and ran towards Sheldon at the elevators. "So, Loo's tryin' to get me a job with homicide." She said, looking down at her shoes.
"That'd be cool. Don and Jess are okay but sometimes, their constant bickering drives me insane. You'd be able to keep me sane." He said, looking down at her and flashing a smile.
"Yeah, sure, barely keep myself sane at work." She mumbled. In the silence of the elevator compared normally bustling building, it seemed you could hear everything.
Sheldon looked over at his companion. "You'd do a great job out in the field." He said causing her to blush.
"Thank you." She said. She thought for a moment and said, "Give me your hand, Sheldon." He eyed her suspiciously but held out his right hand. She pulled out a pen and wrote her number down on his palm. "Clichéd I know, but I don't carry around business cards." She said, a twinkle catching in her amber eyes. As the elevator came to a stop on the 35th floor, Sheldon led her to the break room to meet the team since she'd help break two cases.
"Hey guys! I'd like you to meet the security guard that broke those cases today. Meet, Natalie Dawness." He said, ushering her into the break room.
"Well hello, Ms. Dawness." A black haired man in the corner said. A brunette woman smacked him 'round the back of the head and the room burst out laughing.
"Okay, so the idiot who just spoke is Don Flack, next to him is his fiancé, Jessica Angell. They're both our resident homicide Detectives." Sheldon said.
"Ah, the one's Loo wants to stick me with." She said and Angell and Flack looked at her, shocked.
"Okay, moving on. The two blondes in the other corner are Danny Messer and-"
"Lindsay Monroe, I haven't seen you since college!" Natalie said. Lindsay looked at Natalie and her eyes lit up.
"Nat!" The two women hugged each other and the whole break room looked confused.
"Linds and I went to college in Oklahoma together. She and I had the same classes." Natalie explained.
"Ahh, okay, so you know Linds. Back to the introductions, this lovely lady is out assistant supervisor, Stella Bonasera. And-"
"I'd know that red head anywhere. Adam Ross, I thought I'd seen the last of you in high school." Natalie joked. Adam gave the blonde woman a hug and kissed her cheek lightly. He whispered something in her ear and she whispered something back. Sheldon cleared his throat. He didn't like one of his best friends hanging on his girl like that. Wait, his girl? What the hell was he thinking?
Natalie looked down at her watch and realized how late it was. "Guys it was really nice meeting you, but I have got to go. Thanks!" She walked out the door and ran for the elevators. She glanced down at her watch again. She had two hours to change, put on her make up and get to her meet site. It was hard when you lived a double life.
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A/N: *gasp* What the hell have I gotten myself into? You'll be getting the next chapter ASAP. Thanks to SVUCSIWTRDOOLluver for the idea of a Sheldon/OC story, even if her ideas were given in the most willing way. Kidding! She did put my ass in gear to get me writing because, if you look, there aren't very many Sheldon/OC stories out there. Don't worry, I'll stop ranting. Thanks for reading!
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