True love
Sofia opened and closed her eyes rapidly a few times to make sure she was really awake and not in another dream. No, she still saw the same, no matter how often she opened and closed her eyes. Sara was still next to her, her head on the blonde's shoulder, both is Sofia's hotel room bed.
"Got something in your eyes?" The brunette asked amused.
"Yeah, the most beautiful woman in the world and I want to make sure it's real and not a dream."
"You must be a big dreamer, all the time you wonder, if you're really awake and not in a another dream."
"Because the last months…whenever you were in my arms, it was a dream. It's hard to believe it's real this time."
"Did I kiss you in your dream?"
"Yes." Various times, all the time, it was a reason why her dreams were this good.
"Okay, so it won't prove you're awake when I kiss you now, no reason to do it. I could get up and leave the room, did I do that in your dreams?"
"No! And no! Don't you dare to leave!" Okay, she was awake, in her dreams Sara never come up with such a stupid idea, leaving her. In her dreams, the brunette couldn't take her hands off her. "And I want a kiss!"
"You demand it?"
"Yes. Now!" She pulled Sara's head closer and kissed her. Sweet lips, This felt better than she ever imagined in her dreams. "Better." Sara was in her arms, she was with her and she kissed her! Her dream came true.
"Are you satisfied now?" The teasing tone was more than obvious. Sara was very amused about Sofia's behavior, enjoyed seeing the blonde so confuse, not sure if she was awake or asleep.
"No, now I want answers."
"Interrogation? You're off duty, detective and I'm way too lazy to get up and sit across from you at the table to let you interrogate me."
"We can do this here, I can talk with you in my arms, in fact, I prefer to talk with you in my arms, it took me ages to have you in them. What are you doing here?"
"I'm here because you pulled me here after the concert to have sex with me, which we had. In case you don't remember. If you can't, it can't be good and we have to consider, if we want to do it again."
"You think you're funny, smart ass?"
"I know when I'm awake and when I dream. Do you?"
"It's my part to ask the questions, your part is to answer and I don't accept any lies. Why are you here?"
"I booked a flight to Washington weeks ago to visit some friends."
"Visit some friends?"
"Yeah, remember these text messages, you and Greg were so anxious to find out who they sent? A friend of mine, who lives here."
"And this friend sent you messages during the night?"
"When you are close to become a mom for the first time and when you and your baby are home, you don't have the nights for sleeping, you are awake, can send messages. Plus the time difference."
That was the reason why Sara was happy when she received the messages. Her friend told her about the baby, probably sent her photos. A friend and her first baby. No secret lover, no reason to worry all the time. "Why did you never tell us?"
"None of your business. Besides, it was amusing to see how you tried to find out anything and failed. Pretty poor show for a detective and CSI."
"The idea there was somebody in your life, who sent you messages day and night, who you go to and visit was not exactly a thought, that made me happy."
"I got told so."
"What?" Sara got told so? "By whom?"
"The one, who sent you the envelopes and the first ticket."
"One moment, what do you know about that?" How could Sara know and Sofia had no clue? She was the one, who received them all the time, she should know.
"Everything, I'm a great CSI."
"You sent them!" It was the only explanation, that made sense. The brunette sent the envelopes, just what Sofia hoped the whole time.
"No, I gave you the last ticket to make sure, you come to Washington. That was the only envelope you got from me."
"Who is responsible for the rest and why do you know who it is?"
"No DNA, no fingerprints, left in your locker or your mailbox, obviously somebody who works in the department, knows where you live, knows how to avoid evidence. Sure, there are a few people, who fit this description, but how many people know you love P!nk? Can match the song lyrics to your mood?"
"Nobody, I only told you and…Greg!?"
"Took you a long time, detective."
"He said he has nothing to do with it, wanted to call Jim because of my stalker."
"Good actor, our Greggo. I confronted him with these things a month ago, he asked me not to tell you because he had the feeling, these messages, that weren't meant to go on this long, helped you through a rough time. When I asked what exactly was going on, he tried not to tell me the truth, but I got him talking. So he told me about your feelings towards me, hoped I'd do something, end your suffering.
I needed a place to talk to you, then I got the idea with the P!nk concert here, away from Vegas, a lot of time to talk. I made sure you come here, watched you from the moment you left your hotel, made sure I was only a few yards behind you in the concert hall until I thought, it was about time to surprise you. Greg told me how the possible set list was, I knew which song was your favorite and I wanted to be with you shortly before it started. By the way, you don't have to feel sorry for Greg, he never missed the concert in Vegas, he won two tickets, went there the same night you did."
"He did? I thought he worked. Why did he not tell me?"
"Because of the messages, if you had known he was there, you knew he was the one, who left the messages. It was supposed to be a short fun, before they became important to you. The last two weeks we planned this trip, made sure everything was taken care off, so you could fly and then it was up to me to finish the plan. I succeeded."
"This was a huge setup?"
"If you want to give it a negative description, yes, we played you. At least the last month, when we planned this. He doesn't know about my friend here, has no idea, who sends me the messages, so you and me are the only ones, who know the entire truth. There were many days when I was very close to tell you about everything, it hurt to see you suffer, but the time wasn't right; I wasn't ready. I knew I had feelings for you, but I wasn't sure how strong and what exactly they were and I didn't want to do anything until I was sure. Everything else was too dangerous, I could have hurt you. If I had told you, we'll never be more than friends, it had hurt, if I had told you, I have feelings for you and realized a little bit later, they weren't the same, you have for me, I had hurt you too. That's why kept you waiting.
I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you. And for not telling you what was going on right from the beginning." Sara looked sad. It hadn't been easy, but she hadn't seen any other possibility.
"The last months were pretty difficult and painful."
"I know. Especially when your parents turned their back on you, I want to pull you in my arms and never let you go again. But the time wasn't right, so I tried to be there for you, help you as much as I could, as much as a friend could."
"You helped me a lot, you and Greg. Without the two of you and Justice, I've no idea where I'd be today. If I'd be still alive."
"Believe me, we had both an eye on you all the time."
"Does he know…about us?"
"Yes, he knows why I gave you the ticket. He has no idea if it all worked out the way we plan, we should let him know soon."
"I was used as a ball, was played all the way."
"For your own good - even when it sounds not like it."
"I've got my happy end." Sofia kissed Sara again. She really had the brunette in her arms, she knew the brunette felt the same for her, like she felt for her. She had her personal happy end.
"Did you enjoy the concert?" She asked with a smirk. "I mean, what you saw of it, somehow you seemed to be a little bit distracted after a certain song…a fucking perfect song."
"Sometimes I wonder how we ever came to be, but without you I'm incomplete. I think it must be true love, true love. It must be true love." Sara kissed her gently.
This was her answer and Sofia understood it. Her…girlfriend! enjoyed the concert, she even remembered some lyrics and in Sofia's eyes, she remembered the most important ones. Yes, it was true love.
