Author: CSIMagenta
Rating: Now? Umm, PG
Note: Thank you thank you thank you Alicia!
Reviews: yeah please, nice
Archiving: Here, anywhere else ask, I'll most likely say yes.
Disclaimer: No I don't own CSI, or anything to do with it, im just me at my little house not owning anything, look at me go! Please don't sue.
Chapter:1/?
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Her eyes again drifted up from her work and fell upon him.
She could kick herself, this was her job and all she could think about was her boss! Sometimes she felt like she was in high school, no in high school she had been attracted to the jocks, but now look at her - weak at the knees for the biggest nerd she knew… maybe that was saying something in itself, she didn't know that many people… she didn't know much outside this job anymore.
No, he was still the biggest nerd but she came in second. She thought about that for a moment, no, that didn't bother her at all.
What bothered her was the fact that he expected her to work when he was sitting so damb close to her!
She shuffled over, wanting nothing more than to press her entire body against him but as her body became increasingly aware of his leg pressed against hers she decided the only way she was going to get past that first sentence, which she had read about 100 times now was to move.
She unceremoniously slid out of the booth and moved to the other side. The other side was hot, in direct sunlight and there was no padding but there was, she sighed, a report that needed to be read.
He looked at her in confusion.
"Just wanted to stretch my legs." He returned his gaze to the paper and she followed his lead. She got it read, but she still had to constantly remind herself to concentrate… this wasn't good.
Why did she have to mention her legs! This was hard enough as it was, her sitting so close to him! He was glad she moved but he would have given anything to have her press her whole body against him.
He could still feel where her thigh had warmed his… his mind wondered about her legs about the way they … NO! He had to get this done; just because his libido was in overdrive was no call to slack off.
"Okay, I'm done." She was? He had barely started; the close proximity mustn't have been affecting her. He sighed heavily.
"Do you want to give the tow truck a call and see where they are?"
Sara got up and walked unconsciously check the car as she dialled. He watched her go, he found the sight of her positively intoxicating. That was it, he thought as he closed the file, he was off the clock. Just being around her was worse than a triple shift, it was almost like a sickness… his eyes wandered, he daydreamed, and he was off his game. When he was with Sara he had nothing to keep him on the ball, no will to stay awake if his dreams took him to her legs… her long legs… her sculptured, elegant-
"They are running late but he said he'd be here by night fall." She clipped the phone shut quickly noticing the file on the table was closed.
"You finished?"
"No." he offered no explanation, like that was new.
"Okay well he might be an hour off, they don't get many calls from out here." She looked around the run down hole of a diner and wondered sarcastically to herself why they would get any calls from out here.
"Want some more coffee?" she got up again, she just couldn't sit still around him.
"Yes please," she walked up to the counter and asked the old man for two coffees. She wondered how they could stay open all the way out here.
As her mind again returned to reality, she realised the man was talking and she focused on him. It turned out he and his wife had moved out here for the quiet, they had always wanted a diner or B&B but didn't much like the hustle and bustle of Las Vegas. Their children lived in Vegas now so they liked being close.
She ordered two donuts with the coffee, the menu was limited, and at this time of day there wasn't much choice.
When she got back to the table she awkwardly put it all down, and as he reached for the nearest coffee avoided his hand with too much of a wide birth.
The coffee fell over quickly. She couldn't save it in time, but as a reward for her quick actions she did get a scald on her left hand.
"Shit." She let out quietly as she shook her hand. He moved over and allowed her to sit beside him, the opposite seat no longer an option.
He reached out and took her hand.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah fine, " she wished she could enjoy her hand in his for longer but the pain called for her to again shake her hand.
"Fine." she snapped then realising herself, "Thanks." He didn't look convinced, or at least that's how she would interpret it, not that she was very good at interpreting this man's emotions.
She sighed; not now, she couldn't be bothered going into this now.
She looked at him and found he was looking out the window, "What's out there?"
"Big yellow thing, disappearing over the horizon."
"Oh." She had no idea how to respond. He smiled at her and she smiled, happy it was a joke.
"The sunset Sara, I'm looking at the sunset." His eyes went back to the intoxicating colours dipping towards the ground. "It's beautiful."
She couldn't help herself. "Since when have you been interested in beauty?"
He didn't answer, her heart dropped, she hadn't expected that.
Since he had net her, it was true before her everything was black and white and now all he could see was colour, he didn't trust himself to say it to her, he didn't trust himself to keep his emotions from showing if there was no one around to call him out.
He kept looking into the distance and as the darkness settled over the dessert he smiled. He was glad he would see the stars with her sitting next to him. If only he could do everything with her next to him… but that wasn't an option. She slid over towards him and as her leg pressed against his he struggled to control himself. It shouldn't be this hard… but it was.
She was looking at the stars and moments later he realised he had given that up, now he was looking at her. Even as her eyes found his he couldn't bring himself to look away, she was so beautiful.
He took her hurt hand and his eyes fell towards it.
As his finger traced around the edge of where it was burnt he breathed,
"Since I met you."
She didn't know what to make of it as he took her hand gently and repeated words that for so long now had meant so much to her. As he said them now with compassion and reverence, she knew they were supposed to. She had never really been able to read this man; she never quite knew what he was feeling. She had often thought that he really didn't know what he was doing, but now as he raised his overwhelming crystal blue eyes to hers she smiled and found her self locked in that position.
Slowly she reached up to his face with her free hand and stroked his check as she leaned towards him, they were so close that his breath brushed her lips and her entire body was on alert, he moved towards her,
He couldn't stop himself. She was right there, and he was doing exactly what he had wanted to do for so long. What he had so carefully worked to avoid doing, but as her scent rolled over him he knew he couldn't stop himself. Their lips were almost touching; he could feel her breath on his face-
:::RING::: :::RING:::
TBC
Rating: Now? Umm, PG
Note: Thank you thank you thank you Alicia!
Reviews: yeah please, nice
Archiving: Here, anywhere else ask, I'll most likely say yes.
Disclaimer: No I don't own CSI, or anything to do with it, im just me at my little house not owning anything, look at me go! Please don't sue.
Chapter:1/?
…………………………………..
Her eyes again drifted up from her work and fell upon him.
She could kick herself, this was her job and all she could think about was her boss! Sometimes she felt like she was in high school, no in high school she had been attracted to the jocks, but now look at her - weak at the knees for the biggest nerd she knew… maybe that was saying something in itself, she didn't know that many people… she didn't know much outside this job anymore.
No, he was still the biggest nerd but she came in second. She thought about that for a moment, no, that didn't bother her at all.
What bothered her was the fact that he expected her to work when he was sitting so damb close to her!
She shuffled over, wanting nothing more than to press her entire body against him but as her body became increasingly aware of his leg pressed against hers she decided the only way she was going to get past that first sentence, which she had read about 100 times now was to move.
She unceremoniously slid out of the booth and moved to the other side. The other side was hot, in direct sunlight and there was no padding but there was, she sighed, a report that needed to be read.
He looked at her in confusion.
"Just wanted to stretch my legs." He returned his gaze to the paper and she followed his lead. She got it read, but she still had to constantly remind herself to concentrate… this wasn't good.
Why did she have to mention her legs! This was hard enough as it was, her sitting so close to him! He was glad she moved but he would have given anything to have her press her whole body against him.
He could still feel where her thigh had warmed his… his mind wondered about her legs about the way they … NO! He had to get this done; just because his libido was in overdrive was no call to slack off.
"Okay, I'm done." She was? He had barely started; the close proximity mustn't have been affecting her. He sighed heavily.
"Do you want to give the tow truck a call and see where they are?"
Sara got up and walked unconsciously check the car as she dialled. He watched her go, he found the sight of her positively intoxicating. That was it, he thought as he closed the file, he was off the clock. Just being around her was worse than a triple shift, it was almost like a sickness… his eyes wandered, he daydreamed, and he was off his game. When he was with Sara he had nothing to keep him on the ball, no will to stay awake if his dreams took him to her legs… her long legs… her sculptured, elegant-
"They are running late but he said he'd be here by night fall." She clipped the phone shut quickly noticing the file on the table was closed.
"You finished?"
"No." he offered no explanation, like that was new.
"Okay well he might be an hour off, they don't get many calls from out here." She looked around the run down hole of a diner and wondered sarcastically to herself why they would get any calls from out here.
"Want some more coffee?" she got up again, she just couldn't sit still around him.
"Yes please," she walked up to the counter and asked the old man for two coffees. She wondered how they could stay open all the way out here.
As her mind again returned to reality, she realised the man was talking and she focused on him. It turned out he and his wife had moved out here for the quiet, they had always wanted a diner or B&B but didn't much like the hustle and bustle of Las Vegas. Their children lived in Vegas now so they liked being close.
She ordered two donuts with the coffee, the menu was limited, and at this time of day there wasn't much choice.
When she got back to the table she awkwardly put it all down, and as he reached for the nearest coffee avoided his hand with too much of a wide birth.
The coffee fell over quickly. She couldn't save it in time, but as a reward for her quick actions she did get a scald on her left hand.
"Shit." She let out quietly as she shook her hand. He moved over and allowed her to sit beside him, the opposite seat no longer an option.
He reached out and took her hand.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah fine, " she wished she could enjoy her hand in his for longer but the pain called for her to again shake her hand.
"Fine." she snapped then realising herself, "Thanks." He didn't look convinced, or at least that's how she would interpret it, not that she was very good at interpreting this man's emotions.
She sighed; not now, she couldn't be bothered going into this now.
She looked at him and found he was looking out the window, "What's out there?"
"Big yellow thing, disappearing over the horizon."
"Oh." She had no idea how to respond. He smiled at her and she smiled, happy it was a joke.
"The sunset Sara, I'm looking at the sunset." His eyes went back to the intoxicating colours dipping towards the ground. "It's beautiful."
She couldn't help herself. "Since when have you been interested in beauty?"
He didn't answer, her heart dropped, she hadn't expected that.
Since he had net her, it was true before her everything was black and white and now all he could see was colour, he didn't trust himself to say it to her, he didn't trust himself to keep his emotions from showing if there was no one around to call him out.
He kept looking into the distance and as the darkness settled over the dessert he smiled. He was glad he would see the stars with her sitting next to him. If only he could do everything with her next to him… but that wasn't an option. She slid over towards him and as her leg pressed against his he struggled to control himself. It shouldn't be this hard… but it was.
She was looking at the stars and moments later he realised he had given that up, now he was looking at her. Even as her eyes found his he couldn't bring himself to look away, she was so beautiful.
He took her hurt hand and his eyes fell towards it.
As his finger traced around the edge of where it was burnt he breathed,
"Since I met you."
She didn't know what to make of it as he took her hand gently and repeated words that for so long now had meant so much to her. As he said them now with compassion and reverence, she knew they were supposed to. She had never really been able to read this man; she never quite knew what he was feeling. She had often thought that he really didn't know what he was doing, but now as he raised his overwhelming crystal blue eyes to hers she smiled and found her self locked in that position.
Slowly she reached up to his face with her free hand and stroked his check as she leaned towards him, they were so close that his breath brushed her lips and her entire body was on alert, he moved towards her,
He couldn't stop himself. She was right there, and he was doing exactly what he had wanted to do for so long. What he had so carefully worked to avoid doing, but as her scent rolled over him he knew he couldn't stop himself. Their lips were almost touching; he could feel her breath on his face-
:::RING::: :::RING:::
TBC