Mi Morena
Summary: Greg watches Sara dance in the rain. Drabble-ish Sandle.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. Trust me, if I did, I would be Mrs. Eric Szmanda right now (although I am planning to rent him for a weekend) I don't want to infringe anyone, so please don't sue. All you'd get is a dime and a few of the dust bunnies that live in the place where I would put my money… if I had any.
A/N: This is just a short little something that I wrote in under an hour. People tell me it's good so I decided to post. Speaking of people, I need to thank a few:
Lalenna- for recommending my story, for surrendering Eric to me, for making Sara fall out of her chair, and for making me install a seatbelt on mine. You're the best!
Jenny- for giving Greg heart boxers (drool), for Nick owing Warrick another $500, for using my song, my title, and my suggestions, for not killing me in a rage during gym, and for being my best friend even when I'm acting my dorkiest. All I can say is- SPEEDO!
Everyone at the Sandle threads and the Yahoo! Group- You guys are my inspiration; I'd be a wreck without you!
Plooshgirl- for making a loofa cannon. Use it for good, not evil.
Also thanks to everyone else who reviewed my story!
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So, enough of the author's note that refuses to end, let's move on to the story!
He had never seen anything quite so beautiful as Sara dancing in the rain. It was spontaneous, it was crazy, and it was... not something that Sara would normally do. But today she gave in, and was filled with color and light as she splashed around in the parking lot outside of Greg's apartment complex.
There was no music, at least, none that Greg could hear. But there was no doubt in his mind that she could hear it, and that it was the perfect song.
It was one of the very few days in Vegas that saw rain... a lot of it. Sara and Greg were having diner at his place when the downpour had started. Something... different had come over her and she had just run right out into the storm.
Greg lingered in the doorway for a moment. He would be joining her, of course. A soaking wet Sara was just too much to pass up. But for now, he watched.
Despite the fact that she had wet hair clinging to her face and kept slipping in the puddles, she had a certain beauty about her. She was graceful in a way that Greg had never seen before.
She was laughing. He loved her laugh. That's how this whole thing had started, with him going out of his way to see her smile. It wasn't long until people started noticing her good mood. Sara had said before that Greg provided a needed light in her time of darkness, and Greg was more than happy to do so. She was the light, and the love, of his life.
That was how Greg knew that he was making the right choice as he fingered the small box in his pocket. Sara turned toward him and their eyes met. He could just fall into those eyes, and as they gazed at each other, he smiled back.
He had been waiting for the right moment and this was it. He ran out into the rain to join her.
Well, that's it. If you liked it, make my day and hit that little purple button. If you're nice I may even continue with this... maybe.