Chapter 6: True Vibe
She found herself walking amongst some of the most beautiful gardens she had ever seen. The full moon shown through the holes in the grape vines above her head casting shadows on the white silk dress that she wore as she walked down the stone path to a fountain of Athena in the middle of the garden. She sat on the edge of the fountain and dipped her hand into its cool waters. Removing it, she watched the crystal clear droplets fall.
Another figure appeared opposite her side of the fountain. As her eyes focused in the dim light, she saw the man that sat at the edge, his head turned away. Her heart leapt into her throat as if she knew who he was before she even saw his face. She stood and walked over to him. Gently placing her hand on his shoulder, he turned in her direction, his sapphire eyes staring deeply into her emerald green ones.
Before she even had a chance to look at his face, he was already leaning in for a kiss. Her eyes closed immediately as his lips pressed up against hers. The kiss deepened as their arms wrapped around each other, their bodies pressed up against one another as tightly as possible, with no intent of letting go.
Just as suddenly as it happened, it was over. Sara rolled over on her side and knocked her alarm clock off the nightstand, silently cursing at it for interrupting what was probably the best dream she had had in a while. She wanted to go back to sleep, but she'd probably end up getting yelled at for being late to work if she did. She got out of bed and walked to the bathroom to start her daily routine.
*~*~*
"Please tell me what you like. Does that feel nice? Give me a sign. If you love it I can do it again. We've got the rest of the night to get it right." Sara sang as she strolled into the precinct the next morning, the concert and her dream still fresh in her mind. She had a wide grin on her lips as she nearly danced into her office. Jake stared at her, the look on his face dumbfounded and priceless. Sara wished she had a camera to capture it.
"You're in a good mood," he observed, still looking a little confused. "What happened last night? Did you catch the killer or something?"
"No, it was just one great concert," Sara answered, sitting down in her chair and putting her feet up on her desk.
"Yeah, it was," Vicky poked her head in and added. "She fell for Darren. Hard."
"Shut up, Vic!" Sara nearly shouted.
"Pez! You fell for a pop star?" Jake laughed. "This I gotta hear. Vicky."
"Okay, we were at the concert last night, supposed to be doing work, but decided to wait until it was over because Leonie, Darren's manager, said it would get pretty loud beneath the stage during the show. So, we're sitting in our front row seats, and all of a sudden, Darren's staring at her, and she's staring back at him. Through the whole show, they're eyes are connected. I don't think there was a moment either one of them looked away. You could totally see that they were both digging each other," Vicky explained. "And after the show, while we were backstage, Sara started to stutter as she was talking to him! She actually shooed me away just so they could speak alone."
By now, Jake was in a full-blown fit of laughter. Sara glared at him and Vicky as she put her feet back on the floor and stood up. "Out!" she said, pointing out the door, but neither one of them would leave. "OUT!" she shouted, startling them both.
"Okay, I get it," Vicky replied, turning had heading back to her office.
"You're never gonna live this down, Pez," Jake chuckled as he rose from his seat and left her office.
Just as Sara was about to shout out one of her infamous retorts, her cell phone rang. Puling it out of her pocket, she looked at the number on the caller ID and realized she didn't know whom it belonged to. Cautiously, she answered, "Detective Pezzini."
"Sara?" Darren's soft voice shyly replied.
"Who is this?" she asked suspiciously.
"Darren Hayes," he answered.
"Darren, hi," she said, the smile reappearing on her face.
"Hi, I just wanted to call and ask you how things with the investigation were going," he replied with a slight bit of hesitation.
"Well, it hasn't gone anywhere since yesterday. We don't have much to go on," Sara explained. "The killer did a pretty good job cleaning up any traces of his presence. It's going to be one tough case to crack."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I just wish we had a little more evidence."
A long, uneasy silence remained between them. Nearly thirty seconds passed before either one of them said a word. The first to speak was Sara. She knew there was another reason Darren had called, but apparently he wasn't ready to give it up yet. "Why did you really call?" she finally asked.
Darren sighed deeply as he collected his thoughts. He knew what he wanted to say, but the words didn't come easily. "I called because I wanted to ask you something," he said at last.
"What?"
"I know this is gonna sound weird, but did you feel anything last night during the concert? Because I was seriously getting this vibe from you, the kind of vibe that hits you so hard and so deep, it won't let you go, even when you're lying in bed trying to fall asleep. I wanted to make sure that I wasn't dreaming and that it was real, because I did feel something, something special, about you." He spoke with every intent on making her understand what he was trying to say in this vague explanation.
All Sara could do from her end was smile. She could feel it in every fiber of her body, the strong feeling that drove her close to him, brought her to tears when he sang, and filled her heart with more joy than she had ever experienced in her entire life. She knew it was love, could feel it pulsing through her veins, hear it in the wind, and smell it in the air. It was pure and simple, not the complicated mess that she thought she had with others before him.
The tears began to drip from Sara's eyes as she finally whispered, "I felt it too."
Darren's heart exploded with a happiness he only felt when he was onstage singing. He wanted to shout from the rooftops, sing at the top of his lungs, he had finally found his soul mate. But he didn't dare say another word, fearing he would scare Sara away. Instead, he said, "Can I take you out to dinner tonight?"
"Yeah, I'd like that," she replied, wiping the tears away from her face as she tried to contain the inner feelings that wanted to spew out of her body at that moment.
"Okay, I'll see you at seven. Where should I pick you up?"
"Here, at the precinct, is just fine. I'll be tied up until then."
"Okay, great," Darren said. He paused for a moment before he continued. "And when you walk into the room I feel the world dissolve, I fall at your feet." he sang softly. Sara couldn't help the smile on her face from growing. "And when you look at me I swear the beating of my heart's about to cease. Oooh, you make me wanna deny the world, deny the man I wanna be, deny the oxygen that moves inside of me, deny my friends, deny the sensibility. I have surrendered now. I only wonder how. Sparks fly when our worlds collide, and I am falling at your feet. Stars shine so much brighter. You make me wanna sit right by, and watch the world falling at your feet."
"Bye, Darren," Sara said with much difficulty.
"Bye," he finally replied.
Sara hung up the phone before her feelings got to the best of her. 'Oh, God. He's so perfect,' she thought. She turned around to find Jake back in her office, standing at the door, his eyes scanning her figure with a puzzled look on his face.
"Are you crying?" he asked sensitively. "Did somebody die?"
"No," Sara grinned.
Jake's eyes widened as he figured out what had just happened. "Did he call?" Sara nodded, holding the phone close to her chest. "What did he say?"
"He asked me out tonight," she replied.
"What did you say?"
"What do you think I said?"
"Oh, my God! You're going out with a pop star!"
Sara couldn't help but laugh at the innocence of his surprised expression. Jake was genuinely astonished by the fact that she was going on a date with someone famous. "I should buy you a drink or something," he added.
Before Sara could reply, her phone rang again. "Hello," she quickly answered, hoping that it was Darren again.
"Sara!" came Anastasia's frantic cry.
"Anastasia, what?" Sara said with her own sense of urgency.
"There was another one!" she screamed.
She found herself walking amongst some of the most beautiful gardens she had ever seen. The full moon shown through the holes in the grape vines above her head casting shadows on the white silk dress that she wore as she walked down the stone path to a fountain of Athena in the middle of the garden. She sat on the edge of the fountain and dipped her hand into its cool waters. Removing it, she watched the crystal clear droplets fall.
Another figure appeared opposite her side of the fountain. As her eyes focused in the dim light, she saw the man that sat at the edge, his head turned away. Her heart leapt into her throat as if she knew who he was before she even saw his face. She stood and walked over to him. Gently placing her hand on his shoulder, he turned in her direction, his sapphire eyes staring deeply into her emerald green ones.
Before she even had a chance to look at his face, he was already leaning in for a kiss. Her eyes closed immediately as his lips pressed up against hers. The kiss deepened as their arms wrapped around each other, their bodies pressed up against one another as tightly as possible, with no intent of letting go.
Just as suddenly as it happened, it was over. Sara rolled over on her side and knocked her alarm clock off the nightstand, silently cursing at it for interrupting what was probably the best dream she had had in a while. She wanted to go back to sleep, but she'd probably end up getting yelled at for being late to work if she did. She got out of bed and walked to the bathroom to start her daily routine.
*~*~*
"Please tell me what you like. Does that feel nice? Give me a sign. If you love it I can do it again. We've got the rest of the night to get it right." Sara sang as she strolled into the precinct the next morning, the concert and her dream still fresh in her mind. She had a wide grin on her lips as she nearly danced into her office. Jake stared at her, the look on his face dumbfounded and priceless. Sara wished she had a camera to capture it.
"You're in a good mood," he observed, still looking a little confused. "What happened last night? Did you catch the killer or something?"
"No, it was just one great concert," Sara answered, sitting down in her chair and putting her feet up on her desk.
"Yeah, it was," Vicky poked her head in and added. "She fell for Darren. Hard."
"Shut up, Vic!" Sara nearly shouted.
"Pez! You fell for a pop star?" Jake laughed. "This I gotta hear. Vicky."
"Okay, we were at the concert last night, supposed to be doing work, but decided to wait until it was over because Leonie, Darren's manager, said it would get pretty loud beneath the stage during the show. So, we're sitting in our front row seats, and all of a sudden, Darren's staring at her, and she's staring back at him. Through the whole show, they're eyes are connected. I don't think there was a moment either one of them looked away. You could totally see that they were both digging each other," Vicky explained. "And after the show, while we were backstage, Sara started to stutter as she was talking to him! She actually shooed me away just so they could speak alone."
By now, Jake was in a full-blown fit of laughter. Sara glared at him and Vicky as she put her feet back on the floor and stood up. "Out!" she said, pointing out the door, but neither one of them would leave. "OUT!" she shouted, startling them both.
"Okay, I get it," Vicky replied, turning had heading back to her office.
"You're never gonna live this down, Pez," Jake chuckled as he rose from his seat and left her office.
Just as Sara was about to shout out one of her infamous retorts, her cell phone rang. Puling it out of her pocket, she looked at the number on the caller ID and realized she didn't know whom it belonged to. Cautiously, she answered, "Detective Pezzini."
"Sara?" Darren's soft voice shyly replied.
"Who is this?" she asked suspiciously.
"Darren Hayes," he answered.
"Darren, hi," she said, the smile reappearing on her face.
"Hi, I just wanted to call and ask you how things with the investigation were going," he replied with a slight bit of hesitation.
"Well, it hasn't gone anywhere since yesterday. We don't have much to go on," Sara explained. "The killer did a pretty good job cleaning up any traces of his presence. It's going to be one tough case to crack."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I just wish we had a little more evidence."
A long, uneasy silence remained between them. Nearly thirty seconds passed before either one of them said a word. The first to speak was Sara. She knew there was another reason Darren had called, but apparently he wasn't ready to give it up yet. "Why did you really call?" she finally asked.
Darren sighed deeply as he collected his thoughts. He knew what he wanted to say, but the words didn't come easily. "I called because I wanted to ask you something," he said at last.
"What?"
"I know this is gonna sound weird, but did you feel anything last night during the concert? Because I was seriously getting this vibe from you, the kind of vibe that hits you so hard and so deep, it won't let you go, even when you're lying in bed trying to fall asleep. I wanted to make sure that I wasn't dreaming and that it was real, because I did feel something, something special, about you." He spoke with every intent on making her understand what he was trying to say in this vague explanation.
All Sara could do from her end was smile. She could feel it in every fiber of her body, the strong feeling that drove her close to him, brought her to tears when he sang, and filled her heart with more joy than she had ever experienced in her entire life. She knew it was love, could feel it pulsing through her veins, hear it in the wind, and smell it in the air. It was pure and simple, not the complicated mess that she thought she had with others before him.
The tears began to drip from Sara's eyes as she finally whispered, "I felt it too."
Darren's heart exploded with a happiness he only felt when he was onstage singing. He wanted to shout from the rooftops, sing at the top of his lungs, he had finally found his soul mate. But he didn't dare say another word, fearing he would scare Sara away. Instead, he said, "Can I take you out to dinner tonight?"
"Yeah, I'd like that," she replied, wiping the tears away from her face as she tried to contain the inner feelings that wanted to spew out of her body at that moment.
"Okay, I'll see you at seven. Where should I pick you up?"
"Here, at the precinct, is just fine. I'll be tied up until then."
"Okay, great," Darren said. He paused for a moment before he continued. "And when you walk into the room I feel the world dissolve, I fall at your feet." he sang softly. Sara couldn't help the smile on her face from growing. "And when you look at me I swear the beating of my heart's about to cease. Oooh, you make me wanna deny the world, deny the man I wanna be, deny the oxygen that moves inside of me, deny my friends, deny the sensibility. I have surrendered now. I only wonder how. Sparks fly when our worlds collide, and I am falling at your feet. Stars shine so much brighter. You make me wanna sit right by, and watch the world falling at your feet."
"Bye, Darren," Sara said with much difficulty.
"Bye," he finally replied.
Sara hung up the phone before her feelings got to the best of her. 'Oh, God. He's so perfect,' she thought. She turned around to find Jake back in her office, standing at the door, his eyes scanning her figure with a puzzled look on his face.
"Are you crying?" he asked sensitively. "Did somebody die?"
"No," Sara grinned.
Jake's eyes widened as he figured out what had just happened. "Did he call?" Sara nodded, holding the phone close to her chest. "What did he say?"
"He asked me out tonight," she replied.
"What did you say?"
"What do you think I said?"
"Oh, my God! You're going out with a pop star!"
Sara couldn't help but laugh at the innocence of his surprised expression. Jake was genuinely astonished by the fact that she was going on a date with someone famous. "I should buy you a drink or something," he added.
Before Sara could reply, her phone rang again. "Hello," she quickly answered, hoping that it was Darren again.
"Sara!" came Anastasia's frantic cry.
"Anastasia, what?" Sara said with her own sense of urgency.
"There was another one!" she screamed.