My supervisor is away this week and I've been left in charge at work so I'm going to say sorry now if it takes me a while to upload!

So Snickers, Snickers, Snickers- I don't usually write it but I heard the song 'Fast Cars Slow Kisses' and I couldn't help but imagine this story- it's set post 'Crash and Burn'.

Hope you all like it- please review!

Disclaimer: I own zilch.

The Reckless Dating Scene

(1)

(Frisco71)

Sara leant back in her chair the buzzing of the computer and the brightness of the screen beginning to irritate her. It was an average Friday night for her; alone, almost drunk and exhausted. It had been another week of over-time and double shifts as the speed of crime in Las Vegas refused to slow down for them. Sara closed her eyes attempting to sooth the burning sensation in her eyes.

"Are you lonely?"

An over animated voice from the computer asked her. Sara frowned not bothering to open her eyes wondering if her browsing history had given her away; all of those hours spent looking at the pictures of cat's playing the piano Greg had forwarded her were enough to speak of the nights and weekends she spent alone. The computer's ability to sell you out to a dating website in order to rescue your love life had not been mentioned when she's chosen it in the store she thought with a small smile.

"Are you hopeless at the game of love?"

Another question made its way to her ears and Sara couldn't help but wonder if it was her sub conscious questioning her taste in men. After all of these years and all of these heart breaks she was having an epiphany.

Perhaps she had finally gone insane?

Sara had heard horror stories about the burn out experienced by many CSIs. Maybe this was the way her mind's way of telling her to move to somewhere by the sea, or with mountains and attempt to forget all of the things wrong with society.

Maybe, it was all of the time spent eating take away in front of the TV living through characters in soap operas. Could it have been realising that Bianca and Ricky were never going to make it that pushed her over the edge in more ways than spilling ice-cream on her pyjamas?

The very thought almost making her laugh.

"Are you fed up with the dating scene?"

The voice persisted not giving up until Sara took in what was going on her computer screen. A small man in a suit with slicked back hair was staring at her. He had a charming smile compelling her to keep watching him.

"What you need is True Romance Dating" He beamed at her and Sara found herself shifting in her seat listening to him as if he were there in person telling her of the ways in which he intended on saving her love life from dating the wrong guy or pining over one who barely gave her any attention.

"True Romance Dating we can match you up with the one" He continued to talk to her- that same smile convincing Sara to keep listening.

"All you have to do is fill out our simple and easy registration form and you could be loved up before you know it"

Sara didn't know what it was but she realised she'd clicked on the annotation before she'd had a chance to think through what she was planning on doing. She and Greg had mocked Nick mercilessly when they had found out he had been attempting online dating. There were more than enough evidence to support the idea meeting people online was a bad idea. But here she was her mouse hovering over the scroll button as she took in the types of information the website wanted from her.

The small man hadn't lied the form looked simple enough she thought with a small smirk as she thought of the information that would supposedly help her meet the love of her life.

"What are you waiting for?" He asked her. "Go on- fill out the form and be on your way to a happy ending what have you got to lose?"

It was true.

She didn't have anything to lose. All of this time she had been waiting to be swept of her feet perhaps it was time to make a change and do something for herself.

So with a deep breath Sara reluctantly gave up her information- answering the questions as accurately as she was willing to hitting the submit button before she had a chance to take her decision back.

A strange feeling settled in her stomach as she looked at the profile she'd created.