This Is Your Song
Author's Notes: Even though I thought for sure that I wouldn't be posting anything till at least a week after exams, here I am still in the midst of studying for them and I punched out this piece. I hope you all like it, and please R&R.
Thanks: Thanks goes to Tash for helping me with the rhyming scheme. And for lying about how much my skills at writing songs suck. Yes, I am supposed to be a musician, and no, I'll never be Alanis Morisette. But hey, at least I tried. Thanks also goes to Amber, for reading this before I posted it and reassuring me about my song lyrics :) Also thank you to Allison, (aka the reverend) who continues to just be awesome.
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this fan fiction to Katie Marie Wallace. This is your song.
Disclaimers: I own everything in this story except Warrick and Catherine and the whole CSI theme in general.
I went to a club last night, the club that Warrick DJs at. He didn't know I was coming or that I even knew he was a DJ at all, but that's the way I wanted it. I wanted to see the other side of his life, the one he never showed any of us at the lab. And if I wanted that, my adventure had to be kept a secret.
I walked into the club and saw the smoke swirling up through the air, heading for the ceiling. There were people everywhere, mingling with each other, dancing to the great beat that emanated through the large room. The smell of sweat was evident there, as well as the smell of alcohol and fried food. I found a seat at an empty table and sat, looking for him in the crowd.
I found the DJ, but it wasn't Warrick. It was another man, a Caucasian with red hair and who was very short. He swayed with the beat that he was creating, his eyes closed and his baseball cap turned sideways. I smiled and went back to looking for Warrick.
I found him in the center of a group, his guitar resting on his knee. I sat and watched as he talked and laughed with his friends, probably making some great joke that everyone would remember for years. He turned my way, and without thinking I dove under the table. I didn't want him to see me, to know I was there.
A waitress appeared then, carrying a notepad and smiling broadly at me from above the table. I stood up and plopped myself down in my chair, noticing how she never so much as batted an eye.
"What can I get you this evening?" She asked me. I shrugged, noticing by looking over her shoulder that Warrick was still among friends, except now he was tinkering with a piano that was hiding in the corner.
"What is there?" I had noticed the absence of a menu.
She pointed to a huge chalkboard on the wall to the left of me. I stared at it for three seconds before saying, "Just get me a beer, a big one."
"Any specific brand?"
"Budweiser." I said with confidence, and then, "Get me a hamburger too, actually, with extra ketchup." She nodded and smiled.
"Coming right up." She walked away then and I noticed for the first time how tall she was, she had to be at least six foot.
When she came back with my food and beer a few minutes later, her smile was even broader. "Why are you so happy?" I asked her, my voice light.
"Oh, I just found out Warrick Brown is up tonight. He's such a great musician, I just love his stuff." She answered. I chuckled softly.
"I've never heard him DJ." I said, watching as a sweaty couple danced their way over to my table, then back in the opposite direction.
"Oh, he's not DJing tonight. I meant for afterwards, when it's open mike time. He gets up there and sings." I was clearly shocked at her reply. I had no idea that Warrick sang. I realized then that there was a whole hell of a lot of stuff I didn't know about this man.
Just then I saw him get up on the stage, carrying his guitar and smiling shyly. He looked embarrassed to be in front of such a big crowd. I wondered fleetingly why he'd rather sing for a club full of strangers then for a couple of his good friends. I'd never even heard him so much as hum at the lab.
The beat that had been playing the whole time I was there suddenly stopped. The DJ got down off his perch and sat at a table, watching Warrick standing on stage. His voice resonated through the room as he began to sing.
"I've held back for too long,
What I feel inside.
I need to sing this song,
Cast my fears aside
I see you standing there,
Close enough to touch.
It really isn't fair,
You make me feel so much.
I've tried to tell you how I feel,
Without you I could not live.
But to me, it all feels so unreal,
Your beauty is addictive."
My heart was caught in my throat as his song filled my soul. I felt as though he were singing to me only, and the rest of the club had vanished completely. He stopped singing, his eyes upon mine. I knew he could see me, that he was looking at me, but I didn't move. I was glued to my chair, my eyes were locked with his. I let go of a small smile, letting it play on my lips. He slowly walked off the stage, toward me. His steps were long and quick, and he was by my side in seconds.
"Catherine, what are you doing here?" He asked me, his breath lightly blowing on my face. He didn't seem embarrassed, only taken off guard. My voice shook as I answered.
"I came to hear you play." It seemed as though he was looking inside of me. His stare was beautiful, and I found I couldn't look away.
Finally, he sat down at a chair beside mine, leaving his previous audience confused. Within minutes someone else was on stage singing, and our voices were mingled with Barbra Streisand lyrics.
"How did you know I played here?" His voice was anxious, he hadn't touched me at all yet. Inside I was almost afraid that he would, but terrified that he wouldn't.
"Nick told me you DJed here a lot. But I had no idea you sang, and so beautifully, too." I closed my eyes, remembering the sound of his voice washing over my body. When I opened them again, he was staring at me in an odd way and half-smiling.
"I'm glad you liked it." He bent his head down to look at his hands. "I wrote that song a very long time ago."
My heart sank. I had hoped he had written it for me. I shook my head, calling myself a fool, a conceited fool. "Who did you write it for?"
He shrugged. "No one, really." He finally looked up at me again. "I know it's not the usual musician's response, but I never really felt those lyrics until long after I wrote them." He turned his head away from me again, and fear flashed in his eyes. His facial expression told me that he thought he had said too much.
"I felt them." I said, knowing it was true. Taking a sip of my beer, I began to dance a little in my chair along to the beat of the music swirling around us. I looked to my left and saw several couples dancing. I belted out a line from the song that was playing and smiled happily. He grinned and stood, holding out one beautiful hand.
"Would you like to dance?" He asked me, and when I complied and stood to get out of my chair, his eyes ran over my outfit. "Nice dress."
"Thanks." I said, and for a moment it seemed as though we were back to being friends. Just as I took hold of his hand and began to move to the beat, the music turned slow and suddenly we were serenaded with an old familiar song.
"Love lifts us up where we belong.." Warrick hummed, pressing me closer to him and swaying as the notes surrounded us. I sighed, knowing full well that this night was very different from any other the two of us had spent together. "Do you mind to slow dance?" He asked me, one hand on my back, the other massaging my knuckles.
I shook my head because I knew I couldn't speak. Laying my head on his shoulder, I let the atmosphere drive away my worry that we were doing something terribly wrong, that we would end up ruining our friendship. It felt too right to be wrong.
Author's Notes: Even though I thought for sure that I wouldn't be posting anything till at least a week after exams, here I am still in the midst of studying for them and I punched out this piece. I hope you all like it, and please R&R.
Thanks: Thanks goes to Tash for helping me with the rhyming scheme. And for lying about how much my skills at writing songs suck. Yes, I am supposed to be a musician, and no, I'll never be Alanis Morisette. But hey, at least I tried. Thanks also goes to Amber, for reading this before I posted it and reassuring me about my song lyrics :) Also thank you to Allison, (aka the reverend) who continues to just be awesome.
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this fan fiction to Katie Marie Wallace. This is your song.
Disclaimers: I own everything in this story except Warrick and Catherine and the whole CSI theme in general.
I went to a club last night, the club that Warrick DJs at. He didn't know I was coming or that I even knew he was a DJ at all, but that's the way I wanted it. I wanted to see the other side of his life, the one he never showed any of us at the lab. And if I wanted that, my adventure had to be kept a secret.
I walked into the club and saw the smoke swirling up through the air, heading for the ceiling. There were people everywhere, mingling with each other, dancing to the great beat that emanated through the large room. The smell of sweat was evident there, as well as the smell of alcohol and fried food. I found a seat at an empty table and sat, looking for him in the crowd.
I found the DJ, but it wasn't Warrick. It was another man, a Caucasian with red hair and who was very short. He swayed with the beat that he was creating, his eyes closed and his baseball cap turned sideways. I smiled and went back to looking for Warrick.
I found him in the center of a group, his guitar resting on his knee. I sat and watched as he talked and laughed with his friends, probably making some great joke that everyone would remember for years. He turned my way, and without thinking I dove under the table. I didn't want him to see me, to know I was there.
A waitress appeared then, carrying a notepad and smiling broadly at me from above the table. I stood up and plopped myself down in my chair, noticing how she never so much as batted an eye.
"What can I get you this evening?" She asked me. I shrugged, noticing by looking over her shoulder that Warrick was still among friends, except now he was tinkering with a piano that was hiding in the corner.
"What is there?" I had noticed the absence of a menu.
She pointed to a huge chalkboard on the wall to the left of me. I stared at it for three seconds before saying, "Just get me a beer, a big one."
"Any specific brand?"
"Budweiser." I said with confidence, and then, "Get me a hamburger too, actually, with extra ketchup." She nodded and smiled.
"Coming right up." She walked away then and I noticed for the first time how tall she was, she had to be at least six foot.
When she came back with my food and beer a few minutes later, her smile was even broader. "Why are you so happy?" I asked her, my voice light.
"Oh, I just found out Warrick Brown is up tonight. He's such a great musician, I just love his stuff." She answered. I chuckled softly.
"I've never heard him DJ." I said, watching as a sweaty couple danced their way over to my table, then back in the opposite direction.
"Oh, he's not DJing tonight. I meant for afterwards, when it's open mike time. He gets up there and sings." I was clearly shocked at her reply. I had no idea that Warrick sang. I realized then that there was a whole hell of a lot of stuff I didn't know about this man.
Just then I saw him get up on the stage, carrying his guitar and smiling shyly. He looked embarrassed to be in front of such a big crowd. I wondered fleetingly why he'd rather sing for a club full of strangers then for a couple of his good friends. I'd never even heard him so much as hum at the lab.
The beat that had been playing the whole time I was there suddenly stopped. The DJ got down off his perch and sat at a table, watching Warrick standing on stage. His voice resonated through the room as he began to sing.
"I've held back for too long,
What I feel inside.
I need to sing this song,
Cast my fears aside
I see you standing there,
Close enough to touch.
It really isn't fair,
You make me feel so much.
I've tried to tell you how I feel,
Without you I could not live.
But to me, it all feels so unreal,
Your beauty is addictive."
My heart was caught in my throat as his song filled my soul. I felt as though he were singing to me only, and the rest of the club had vanished completely. He stopped singing, his eyes upon mine. I knew he could see me, that he was looking at me, but I didn't move. I was glued to my chair, my eyes were locked with his. I let go of a small smile, letting it play on my lips. He slowly walked off the stage, toward me. His steps were long and quick, and he was by my side in seconds.
"Catherine, what are you doing here?" He asked me, his breath lightly blowing on my face. He didn't seem embarrassed, only taken off guard. My voice shook as I answered.
"I came to hear you play." It seemed as though he was looking inside of me. His stare was beautiful, and I found I couldn't look away.
Finally, he sat down at a chair beside mine, leaving his previous audience confused. Within minutes someone else was on stage singing, and our voices were mingled with Barbra Streisand lyrics.
"How did you know I played here?" His voice was anxious, he hadn't touched me at all yet. Inside I was almost afraid that he would, but terrified that he wouldn't.
"Nick told me you DJed here a lot. But I had no idea you sang, and so beautifully, too." I closed my eyes, remembering the sound of his voice washing over my body. When I opened them again, he was staring at me in an odd way and half-smiling.
"I'm glad you liked it." He bent his head down to look at his hands. "I wrote that song a very long time ago."
My heart sank. I had hoped he had written it for me. I shook my head, calling myself a fool, a conceited fool. "Who did you write it for?"
He shrugged. "No one, really." He finally looked up at me again. "I know it's not the usual musician's response, but I never really felt those lyrics until long after I wrote them." He turned his head away from me again, and fear flashed in his eyes. His facial expression told me that he thought he had said too much.
"I felt them." I said, knowing it was true. Taking a sip of my beer, I began to dance a little in my chair along to the beat of the music swirling around us. I looked to my left and saw several couples dancing. I belted out a line from the song that was playing and smiled happily. He grinned and stood, holding out one beautiful hand.
"Would you like to dance?" He asked me, and when I complied and stood to get out of my chair, his eyes ran over my outfit. "Nice dress."
"Thanks." I said, and for a moment it seemed as though we were back to being friends. Just as I took hold of his hand and began to move to the beat, the music turned slow and suddenly we were serenaded with an old familiar song.
"Love lifts us up where we belong.." Warrick hummed, pressing me closer to him and swaying as the notes surrounded us. I sighed, knowing full well that this night was very different from any other the two of us had spent together. "Do you mind to slow dance?" He asked me, one hand on my back, the other massaging my knuckles.
I shook my head because I knew I couldn't speak. Laying my head on his shoulder, I let the atmosphere drive away my worry that we were doing something terribly wrong, that we would end up ruining our friendship. It felt too right to be wrong.