Title: Take A Chance
Pairing: Nick/Sara
Fandom: CSI
Theme/Lyric Code: L.13 ("Fix You" - Coldplay)
Genre: General
Rating: G... maybe PG because o noes I used the "d" word. :O
Warning: N/A
Summary: Maybe it was a good thing he'd waited so long to do this. They'd grown much closer over time, after all.
Other: For my original claim at 40-mixed (damnit, why does hate underscores so?) on LiveJournal. Spoilers regarding the season 5 finale, 'Grave Danger'... but if you haven't heard about what happens by now, then you must really be living under a rock, or hate spoilers. :D Or you don't watch CSI. And I believe this is the first fic I've written where I have so little dialogue. (premiered 03/09/06 at 607am.)
But if you never try, you'll never know.
( Coldplay, "Fix You" )
"Hey, Sar'. How d'you feel about going out this weekend? Just you and me."
His motivation was the fact that it had been nearly six years, and he still hadn't made an attempt to directly act on his feelings for her. Sure, he'd always been the one to make sure she was doing okay, the one to offer little bits of advice here and there — and, on occasion, be the one she offloaded all her frustrations to while he just sat there and listened. Those were just little things to show he cared. He knew her so well; something had just clicked in the beginning, when she first showed up, and it had just grown over the years. They were really good friends now.
But something pulled at him whenever he was around her. He never knew how to describe it, really. Maybe it was just that undeniable chemistry — something that they as CSIs should know quite a bit about. Either way, he always had this urge to ask her out for drinks, just the two of them for once. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that, honestly, he didn't really approve of inter-office relationships; they had a tendency to only complicate things.
Well, she certainly contradicted his stand on that with the way she made him feel. Damnit.
These days, though, the more he thought about it, he had nothing to lose. When he was in that box, buried alive, wondering if he would ever see the light of day again, she kept popping into his thoughts. When he recorded what he considered to be his goodbyes on that tape, he was going to come clean about how he felt about her, but decided against it. If he died there, she would listen to that tape later and for all he knew, she would drive herself insane thinking about what could have been.
So, finally, after years of much waiting, he'd finally gathered the courage to ask her. Besides, he'd thought, he'd never know if he never took the chance, right?
"Sure," she consented, easily, much to his surprise. "I'd love to."
A/N: Still moving things over from my writing journal
