Author: Lithium – Infected – Shamrock (LIS)
Spoilers: Not really.
Paring: S/? [wait and see…]
Authors note: Sara's leaving – wait! Who's asking her to stay? No, it cant be….
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The Las Vegas heat envelopes her body. She can feel her hair separating into tendrils; through force of sweat.
And then there was the rain. Its coolness contrasted her skin – its cascading effect mesmerised her.
But it was precious few drops. She would like nothing better than the rain to become more driving, more forceful.
Because maybe only it could wash away the unseen dirt she felt.
She had her back to the lab; physically, mentally, and emotionally. And the lab was behind her in more ways than one.
She looked toward the horizon, it was so bleak, even for a day like this; marred occasionally by a cobalt cloud. She could feel the daunting pressure signalling a fleeting thunderstorm.
Her laboured breaths choked her, she was leaving; and no one was doing a damn thing to make her stay. They just watched her walk out.
It was so much harder to walk in. They all repelled her presence at the beginning, but she thought they'd warmed to her.
She guessed she was expendable all along; and whatever she felt for them, wasn't the same as what they felt for her.
But she wanted to leave, right? That's why she handed in her resignation, because the Las Vegas life was not for her.
Why was she leaving…
"Stay." She heard a voice behind her command. She didn't turn. She knew the voice to well; she didn't want to see his eyes.
Staying meant not leaving…. and she needed to leave…
Her work was everything to her; but she could do it in another state, another country…there were other labs in other cities across the world.
He turned her round, and she stared at him. She'd seen his face a thousand times; but she'd never seen that look before.
It was cold; commandeering; but not in the usual way.
But she was Sara sidle. Determined. Strong. She would not be swayed by words alone; it was to little, to late.
Then moved his hand to her shoulder, its weight and heat sending shockwaves through her body.
"Sara, please stay," his voice now more of a plea than a command.
And she watched the water drops dance a little on his skin, the residue quickly evaporated by heat.
Then she wondered if this was the first time she'd seen his face, actually looked at it, and seen it.
And she longed to know if he was asking her to stay professionally; because she was a good CSI, or personally; because he couldn't let her leave.
And she didn't know which would be better. If he wanted her to stay personally; it would be an insult to her ability.
If he wanted her to stay professionally; it would make her feel like a tool.
She took one long look over her shoulder at the distant horizon, and the black storm clouds edging nearer.
And her body was on fire; more from the heat of his hand; and the longing of the knowledge of his sentiment.
And she allows herself to be lead back to the building, back to the lab she loves.
And she looks at him, but he doesn't look back. His eyes are focused on the path ahead of them.
She wonders if he's leading her back to the lab….or back to him.
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[The mysterious male? I've left that open to the reader; could be Grissom, Nick, Warrick, Greg….Ecklie….Brass….whoever you want it to be. Just hopefully not the last two.]
Please review
Spoilers: Not really.
Paring: S/? [wait and see…]
Authors note: Sara's leaving – wait! Who's asking her to stay? No, it cant be….
=======================================
The Las Vegas heat envelopes her body. She can feel her hair separating into tendrils; through force of sweat.
And then there was the rain. Its coolness contrasted her skin – its cascading effect mesmerised her.
But it was precious few drops. She would like nothing better than the rain to become more driving, more forceful.
Because maybe only it could wash away the unseen dirt she felt.
She had her back to the lab; physically, mentally, and emotionally. And the lab was behind her in more ways than one.
She looked toward the horizon, it was so bleak, even for a day like this; marred occasionally by a cobalt cloud. She could feel the daunting pressure signalling a fleeting thunderstorm.
Her laboured breaths choked her, she was leaving; and no one was doing a damn thing to make her stay. They just watched her walk out.
It was so much harder to walk in. They all repelled her presence at the beginning, but she thought they'd warmed to her.
She guessed she was expendable all along; and whatever she felt for them, wasn't the same as what they felt for her.
But she wanted to leave, right? That's why she handed in her resignation, because the Las Vegas life was not for her.
Why was she leaving…
"Stay." She heard a voice behind her command. She didn't turn. She knew the voice to well; she didn't want to see his eyes.
Staying meant not leaving…. and she needed to leave…
Her work was everything to her; but she could do it in another state, another country…there were other labs in other cities across the world.
He turned her round, and she stared at him. She'd seen his face a thousand times; but she'd never seen that look before.
It was cold; commandeering; but not in the usual way.
But she was Sara sidle. Determined. Strong. She would not be swayed by words alone; it was to little, to late.
Then moved his hand to her shoulder, its weight and heat sending shockwaves through her body.
"Sara, please stay," his voice now more of a plea than a command.
And she watched the water drops dance a little on his skin, the residue quickly evaporated by heat.
Then she wondered if this was the first time she'd seen his face, actually looked at it, and seen it.
And she longed to know if he was asking her to stay professionally; because she was a good CSI, or personally; because he couldn't let her leave.
And she didn't know which would be better. If he wanted her to stay personally; it would be an insult to her ability.
If he wanted her to stay professionally; it would make her feel like a tool.
She took one long look over her shoulder at the distant horizon, and the black storm clouds edging nearer.
And her body was on fire; more from the heat of his hand; and the longing of the knowledge of his sentiment.
And she allows herself to be lead back to the building, back to the lab she loves.
And she looks at him, but he doesn't look back. His eyes are focused on the path ahead of them.
She wonders if he's leading her back to the lab….or back to him.
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[The mysterious male? I've left that open to the reader; could be Grissom, Nick, Warrick, Greg….Ecklie….Brass….whoever you want it to be. Just hopefully not the last two.]
Please review