Sorry for this, I guess I didn't do something right, hopefully this copy is better, R&R.
Alexandria
I'm Alright Prolog
'Thank God, I am outta here.' Was the only thought in Sara's mind as she finished the case, the shift had actually had ended like an hour ago. She was caught off-guard though as he grabbed her arm, turning them around. She could feel his hand on her arm, just above her elbow. His arm draped across her body, directly underneath her breasts. She had to look sideways to meet his gaze; her hand was clutching his shirt, just above the waistline of his pants. "You"
"Me?" He had confused her, completely confused her.
"Yes you."
"What about me?"
"Are coming with me." Warrick smiled as her eyes narrowed.
"Why?"
"Because I asked you too."
"No you didn't." She paused waiting, seeing his head tilt to the side slightly.
"I did."
"Why?" He just smiled, his hand sliding down to her hip. "What are you up too?"
"You'll see, get your things." Her eyes narrowed but she nodded in consent, their arms dropping. She walked into the locker room. She was sliding her shirt off when he came in after her. "What are you doing?"
"Changing my shirt. So that I can at least feel clean." She looked back over at him. He could see an outline of a faint scar on her back underneath the half-top that allowed it to be viewed. She pulled her shirt over her head; it was a simple black tank top that she obvious liked.
"Not shy are we?"
"No reason to be." He could hear her smile as she threw the other shirt in her bag, putting it over shoulder. "So what now?"
"Follow me." She nodded walking with him towards the parking lot; his car was directly next to hers. Catherine's fault no doubt. She followed him to a small diner about 20 minutes away and started talking; it was almost 4 hours later when they left. "You want to swing by for a bit." She nodded following him to his place. She sat down on the couch and woke up 8 hours later, a blanket was over her, her shoes, and gun and badge were gone. She sat up seeing that the door to the bedroom was open. She paused long enough to find her footing, walking slowly towards the room she saw Warrick laying in the bed, his back towards her. She had to get out of here.
Warrick found Sara that afternoon in the locker room. He could see the worry in her eyes when she saw him. He wasn't sure what to think when he had woken up and she wasn't there. "Hey there." He handed her the badge and gun. She nodded, accepting them, holstering her gun; the badge went around her neck.
"So…"
"I hear there aren't any cases?" She nodded.
"No, another slow week. I don't know weather to be happy because there is nothing to do or bored because there's nothing to do." He nodded seeing her relax slightly.
"Let's go watch the game with Nick." She nodded, once again following him out the door.
6 weeks later
Catherine watched as Sara snatched a file away from Warrick, it was huge. At least 3 to 4 inches think. She wasn't working on anything at the moment so it was probably an old case that she had gone back too. Warrick eyed the id number quickly. Sara shook it at him. "You nosy pain in the ass. Stay out of it."
"Sara."
"No, just stay out of it." She stalked off with the file. He quickly moved to the computer typing in the ID number. He read the information quickly. Catherine took a deep breath as Sara came back up to him, looking over his shoulder. She could tell that her temper was going to get the better of her. Warrick grabbed her arms by the wrists. Shaking his head, talking softly to her. Sara paused as he framed her head; Sara pulled away from him, walking out the back.
Warrick saw Sara sitting on the ground in the shadows, if he hadn't known where to look he wouldn't have found her. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs. "Take my hand."
"I don't know how." He lend down, Sara accepted his hand, allowing him to pull her feet. "I don't know how."
"One step at a time."
"I can't fight him, not again. I can't, I won't."
"You have to. You can do this."
"You have no idea how hard it was for me to leave."
"You're going back?" She looked up at him confusion in her eyes.
"No. He's so manipulative; I can't think when I'm with him. I wasn't allowed own thoughts, it was his way." He nodded, smiling at her softly.
"How did you get the scar on your back?"
"I fell." Off his look. "He pushed me down the stairs when I tried to feed Emma one night. 'The damn child was taking me away from him at night' He blew up, I landed on my kit something from it slashed my back. He called 911 when I didn't get up, sat next to me the next morning. I lied said I stumbled in my haste to get to the baby. Stitches out of the hospital that afternoon. I snuck out three weeks later, put the baby in the car, drove to Dave's."
"What happened, why did you give her back?"
"I don't know…I was scared, I was a mess. I could barely function myself, let alone raise a baby. So I came here, got away, settled down, got it together. Now I want her, I need my baby."
"So get her."
"I don't know how, well I do." She saw him smile, feeling him wipe away the tears, "But I want her now."
"We'll see. Okay, we're work on it." She nodded. "Come on lets go eat." She smiled, 'one step at a time'
Alexandria
I'm Alright Prolog
'Thank God, I am outta here.' Was the only thought in Sara's mind as she finished the case, the shift had actually had ended like an hour ago. She was caught off-guard though as he grabbed her arm, turning them around. She could feel his hand on her arm, just above her elbow. His arm draped across her body, directly underneath her breasts. She had to look sideways to meet his gaze; her hand was clutching his shirt, just above the waistline of his pants. "You"
"Me?" He had confused her, completely confused her.
"Yes you."
"What about me?"
"Are coming with me." Warrick smiled as her eyes narrowed.
"Why?"
"Because I asked you too."
"No you didn't." She paused waiting, seeing his head tilt to the side slightly.
"I did."
"Why?" He just smiled, his hand sliding down to her hip. "What are you up too?"
"You'll see, get your things." Her eyes narrowed but she nodded in consent, their arms dropping. She walked into the locker room. She was sliding her shirt off when he came in after her. "What are you doing?"
"Changing my shirt. So that I can at least feel clean." She looked back over at him. He could see an outline of a faint scar on her back underneath the half-top that allowed it to be viewed. She pulled her shirt over her head; it was a simple black tank top that she obvious liked.
"Not shy are we?"
"No reason to be." He could hear her smile as she threw the other shirt in her bag, putting it over shoulder. "So what now?"
"Follow me." She nodded walking with him towards the parking lot; his car was directly next to hers. Catherine's fault no doubt. She followed him to a small diner about 20 minutes away and started talking; it was almost 4 hours later when they left. "You want to swing by for a bit." She nodded following him to his place. She sat down on the couch and woke up 8 hours later, a blanket was over her, her shoes, and gun and badge were gone. She sat up seeing that the door to the bedroom was open. She paused long enough to find her footing, walking slowly towards the room she saw Warrick laying in the bed, his back towards her. She had to get out of here.
Warrick found Sara that afternoon in the locker room. He could see the worry in her eyes when she saw him. He wasn't sure what to think when he had woken up and she wasn't there. "Hey there." He handed her the badge and gun. She nodded, accepting them, holstering her gun; the badge went around her neck.
"So…"
"I hear there aren't any cases?" She nodded.
"No, another slow week. I don't know weather to be happy because there is nothing to do or bored because there's nothing to do." He nodded seeing her relax slightly.
"Let's go watch the game with Nick." She nodded, once again following him out the door.
6 weeks later
Catherine watched as Sara snatched a file away from Warrick, it was huge. At least 3 to 4 inches think. She wasn't working on anything at the moment so it was probably an old case that she had gone back too. Warrick eyed the id number quickly. Sara shook it at him. "You nosy pain in the ass. Stay out of it."
"Sara."
"No, just stay out of it." She stalked off with the file. He quickly moved to the computer typing in the ID number. He read the information quickly. Catherine took a deep breath as Sara came back up to him, looking over his shoulder. She could tell that her temper was going to get the better of her. Warrick grabbed her arms by the wrists. Shaking his head, talking softly to her. Sara paused as he framed her head; Sara pulled away from him, walking out the back.
Warrick saw Sara sitting on the ground in the shadows, if he hadn't known where to look he wouldn't have found her. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs. "Take my hand."
"I don't know how." He lend down, Sara accepted his hand, allowing him to pull her feet. "I don't know how."
"One step at a time."
"I can't fight him, not again. I can't, I won't."
"You have to. You can do this."
"You have no idea how hard it was for me to leave."
"You're going back?" She looked up at him confusion in her eyes.
"No. He's so manipulative; I can't think when I'm with him. I wasn't allowed own thoughts, it was his way." He nodded, smiling at her softly.
"How did you get the scar on your back?"
"I fell." Off his look. "He pushed me down the stairs when I tried to feed Emma one night. 'The damn child was taking me away from him at night' He blew up, I landed on my kit something from it slashed my back. He called 911 when I didn't get up, sat next to me the next morning. I lied said I stumbled in my haste to get to the baby. Stitches out of the hospital that afternoon. I snuck out three weeks later, put the baby in the car, drove to Dave's."
"What happened, why did you give her back?"
"I don't know…I was scared, I was a mess. I could barely function myself, let alone raise a baby. So I came here, got away, settled down, got it together. Now I want her, I need my baby."
"So get her."
"I don't know how, well I do." She saw him smile, feeling him wipe away the tears, "But I want her now."
"We'll see. Okay, we're work on it." She nodded. "Come on lets go eat." She smiled, 'one step at a time'