Right Kind of Wrong
Disclaimer: I don't own em!!
By: Ktarra
Many thanks to my wonderful beta MSCSIFANGSR!!
Sara Sidle stepped into the club looking for her friends.
She still wasn't sure why she agreed to a night out with the guys.
For once the entire night shift had the night off and swing was covering the shift. Greg, Nick and Catherine had come up with the idea to go try some new club called Blue Eyes. Just what I needed. Something else to remind me of his eyes. she thought.
"SARA!"
She turned as she heard her name and saw Greg waving madly for her to join them. She could tell the majority of her co-workers had a table and were well on their way to having a good time from the looks of the glasses and beer bottles on the table, but she couldn't really tell from so far across the club.
She waded her way toward them through the throng of people and as she reached a slight clearing near the long bar, a man stood up and immediately bumped into her spilling his drink all over his shirt.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"No. Don't worry about it. My fault." The guy said.
Sara looked closely at the man, she thought she recognized him, "Mike?" Sara asked.
The man looked up into Sara's brown eyes, "Sara! I can't believe. What are you doing here?"
"I live here in Vegas. What are you doing here?"
They shared a quick friendly hug, before stepped back and looked the other up and down.
"The band and I are playing here tonight. We just signed our first record deal; this is kind of a coming out party." Mike signaled to the bartender for another drink.
"That's great! I'm so happy for you. Are any of the old guys still in the band?" Sara smiled up
into Mike's light brown eyes.
"Well, just me and Darren. So, you live here, huh? What do you do here?" The bartender handed the brown haired handsome man in his early 30's his drink, a glass of water without ice.
"I work for the Las Vegas Crime Lab."
"That's what you always wanted, a cop. Hey, why don't you sing a set with us later? The guys would love it. Just like old times, ok?"
"I don't know, Mike. That was a different lifetime. I haven't sung in years." Sara admitted.
"Scared?" Mike asked, knowing he was baiting her. "It's like riding a bike."
"That's just wrong. You know that not it." Sara pouted and noticed Greg had begun to do some curious pointing in her direction, but she didn't understand what he meant.
"Prove it."
Sara decided to accept his challenge.
"Fine. Holler when you're ready."
"Great. It'll be fun." He said as he gave her a kiss on the cheek and headed off backstage.
Sara shook her head and continued on towards the group. She sighed in relief that Grissom hadn't arrived and from the looks of it probably wasn't going to. At least I don't have to worry about him seeing me onstage.
Upon reaching the group, the gang all greeted her with enthusiasm.
Greg asked her, semi-yelling over the loud canned music of the club, "Was that guy hitting on you, you know we'd protect you don't you, Sara?"
"No, Greg, he wasn't hitting on me. He's an old friend from when I went to school at Berkeley."
Greg nodded, "Do you wanna drink or to dance with me?"
He smirked.
She laughed, "Sure for the drink, a bottle of Sam Adams Boston Lager. No, on the dance."
Greg comically pouted as he made his way over to the bar to secure Sara's drink.
"Come on, Catherine, since Sara won't dance, you gotta dance with me." Nick pleaded.
Sara took one of the stools next to Warrick, as Nick led Catherine onto the floor.
"They're just friends." She said to Warrick.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Warrick returned.
"Whatever." Sara replied.
The band, in which Mike was the lead singer, began singing cover songs by various 80's and 90's bands.
The evening began to pass with everyone enjoying themselves. Sara had almost forgotten about her promise to sing until she heard behind her.
"Hey, Guys." Her eyes went wide and she turned to see Grissom standing there. That was when she remembered her promise to sing.
"Hey Gris! I didn't think you were going to be able to join us tonight?" Catherine said.
"Well, someone once told me I have no life. So I decided to join you guys." Grissom smirked, looking over his crew, off-hours as it were.
Right at that moment, the band took the stage for their second set.
"Thank you. Thank you. I'm Mike Chase, the lead singer, and you don't really need to know the other guys, cause I'm the best looking." The crowd laughed. "We're going to do something a little different for our second set. Our band has been making music for well over 10 years now and back when we were in college, we were lucky enough to have one hell of a very sexy & very female lead vocalist. By chance, she is here this evening, and she agreed to sing with us for old
time's sake."
"Wonder who that is?" Nick said to Sara. Sara wanted to sink in her seat.
"Sara Sidle, get you rear up here." Mike said from the stage. Sara felt all eyes on her. She really didn't want to get up there now.
"Come on, Sara." Mike called again. "I'm thinking, Right kind of wrong?"
Sara looked up and saw the challenge in Mike's eyes and the shock in the eyes of her friends.
"Oh, what the hell." Sara said getting up and making her way to the stage. She didn't look at Grissom's stunned look. She couldn't or she wouldn't have the courage to get up there. She climbed the stairs up to the stage.
"Right kind of wrong." She said looking Mike in the eye. He nodded. "Alright, Right Kind of Wrong it is. Count it off."
Sara took the microphone hesitantly in her hand as Mike started the count and the music started.
As Sara began to sing the jaws of those she worked with all collectively dropped.
I know all about,
Yea about your reputation
And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation
Sara began to get into the music. She hadn't sung in years and had truly forgotten how much she enjoyed it.
But I can't help it if I'm helpless
Every time that I'm where you are
You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can't fight it any more
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much
Sara took a chance and looked right at Gil. He was just standing there in a stunned silence.
Gil for his part was trying to reconcile this part of Sara that he didn't know existed. She moved on the stage like she owned it. And to top it off she looked right at him as she was singing those lyrics.
Lovin you, That isn't really something I should do
I shouldn't wanna spend my time with you ya
Well I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong
Ya, baby you're the right kind of wrong
"Did you know she could sing?"Greg asked Nick.
"Yea but not like that! Damn the girl is hot!" Nick responded.
"I've not heard that song before. Is it one of their's or is it a cover?" Catherine looked at Nick.
"Well, darlin', it's a little song by Leanne Rimes." Nick took a long pull from his beer, before continuing, "But our little Sara Sidle is running rings around her."
"Definitely." Warrick agreed.
Neither saw the look Grissom gave them, but Catherine did.
It might be a mistake
A mistake I'm makin'
But what your givin I am happy to be takin
Cause no one's ever made me feel
The way when I'm in your arms
They say your somethin I should do without
They don't know what goes on
When the lights go out
There's no way to explain
All the pleasure is worth all the pain
Grissom's heart lurched at those last words. He felt like Sara was singing directly to him. He had indeed caused Sara a lot of pain over the last few years by constantly trying to hold her at arm's length.
"Not many guys get a second chance with a woman like Sara. You gonna pass this one up?" Catherine whispered in his ear.
Grissom looked at her, and for the first time knew exactly 'what to do about this thing.'
"Not a chance in hell." He replied making his way towards the stage. Soon he found himself at the edge of the stage looking up at Sara.
She saw him approaching the stage and made her way over towards him.
Lovin you, That isn't really something I should do ya-hey
I shouldn't wanna spend my time with you ya
Well I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong
Ya, baby you're the right kind of wrong
I should try to run but I just can't seem to
'Cause every time I run you're the one I run to
Can't do without what you do to me,
I don't care if I'm in too deep yeah
Grissom thought of the number of times she had tried to leave and he had been the one she talked to and had been the one to talk her into staying.
I know all about,
Yea about your reputation
And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation
But I can't help it if I'm helpless
Every time that I'm where you are
You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can't fight it any more
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much
Hey-yeah
Lovin you, yeah, isn't really something I should do
I shouldn't wanna spend my time with you ya
Well I should try to be strong, I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong (right kind of wrong)
Baby you're the right kind of wrong
Baby you're the right kind of wrong
Yeah baby you're the the right kind of wrong
Sara finished up the song to overwhelming applause. She bowed to the crowd, thanking them profusely. She handed the microphone back to Mike, who tried to talk her into singing another until she whispered something in his ear. Mike looked to the guy standing by the stairs waiting
for Sara.
"Well if you ever get tired of doing what you do, then you can come back to us anytime, except of course when we make it really big and we won't even know who you are." Mike whispered into Sara's ear, smiling, "Just joking, darling."
He then returned his attention to the crowd, "Sara Sidle, everyone. Another round of applause for Sara!"
Sara thanked the crowd one more time making her way off the stage.
"Grissom."
"Gil." He replied.
"I'm sorry."
"My name is Gil. For the conversation we are about to have, I want you to use my first name." His blue eyes were sparkling.
"Ok, Gil." Sara readily agreed.
"Let's get out of here." He asked by way of making a statement.
Oh my God, does he mean what I think he means? Sara thought as an image of the two of them, locked in a passionate embrace flashed through her brain.
"Sure. I need to grab my purse." He backed up and let her past, he placed and hand at the small of her back walking back to the table with her. She was not prepared for the onslaught of questions from her friends.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Greg demanded.
"Damn, girl. You definitely could have had a singing career." Warrick said between sips of his seven and seven.
"I told you that you had a nice voice." Nick put in.
"I'll be glad to tell you all about it later, but right now. I'm outta here." She grabbed her purse and proceeded to head out with Grissom in tow.
"What's that all about?" Greg squeaked.
"Something that should of happened a long time ago." Catherine responded.
"What?" Greg was lost.
"You mean..?" Warrick began.
"Those two?" All three men said simultaneously.
Catherine just stared, not believing they were this dense. "Come on, Warrick. You owe me a dance." She said, grabbing Warrick's hand and dragging him to the dance floor.
Outside the club, Sara and Gil walked slowly towards the parking lot.
"Did you drive your car?" He asked.
"No. I took a cab. I knew I was going to drink so I decided not to drive tonight." She said ducking her head.
He stopped and grabbed her hand. "Sara, thank you."
"For what?"
"For taking care of yourself."
Sara didn't know what to say, so she just smiled.
"I did drive, since I wasn't really planning on drinking. So we'll take my car. You want to get something to eat or just go somewhere and talk?"
"Let's just go back to your place." She replied as he guided her towards his car.
"You're sure?" He asked opening the door for her.
"Yea. I think this is going to be a long drawn out conversation." She replied turning to face him. "A long drawn out conversation that could take all night."
Gil could swear the air of Las Vegas just heated up about twenty degrees, and it was already hot to begin with, but he knew she was right.
They would be talking, but he wasn't sure if actual words were entirely necessary.
Ok this is the first is a ficlet series where a song has inspired the story line. Not sure how many little ficlets there will be but each one will bear the title of the song that inspired it. Please R&R!!
