Title: Saving Sara
Author: oceanwave
Rating: PG
Summary: Please just read…and you'll find out. Please review.
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters, They are the property of the creators, producers of CSI. There are some characters who I own, i.e. Mark and Traci.
Author's Note: This is my first fiction, so please be nice. If you honestly don't like it, tell me, review. Cuz I can easily end it. Well, hope you like it so far! Please review!
"Popcorn, beer; get your popcorn and beer here!"
"Hey want anything?" He asked the woman beside him. She shook her head,
"How can you eat that stuff?" she questioned
"Come on, it's part of the experience, beer, baseball, and loud people." He smiled, ordering a cold beer.
'I can't believe I'm here," she groaned.
"Listen, I'll be right back, I have to go get some drinks. Want anything?" He questioned.
She smiled uncomfortably. "I'm fine," shaking her bottled water in the air. Although it was clear that she was just having a miserable time. She wondered how she managed to go to a baseball game on her day off. Slowly, she scanned for her seat, spotting a couple kissing a few rows ahead.
She rolled her eyes; but she walked down the stairs. Out of all the seats, I have to sit beside them. The man had his body away from her, the woman deeply caught in a kiss. She was amazed, annoyed, and just plain irritated. She sat down.
"Sara!" the man called out.
"Over here!" She waved, as he walked closer, beer, hat, and camera in hand.
Caught in a passionate kiss, he stared into the woman's eyes, thinking about her beautiful eyes. This was perfect; he was away from his job; away from Warrick, Greg, Grissom, Catherine, and Sara. He heard her name, her voice, he froze. 'Sara?' he questioned.
He turned, smiled. He looked observantly at the woman next to him. Sara.
"I never knew baseball was your thing," he whispered.
She flung around, irritated.
"Listen -" she spoke. "Nick!?"
"Hi beach, I see you made a friend," her companion called out. Nick raised an eyebrow. 'Beach?'
"Hi, I'm Nick," he introduced himself." I work with Sara," he smiled mischievously at Sara.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Mark," the man replied.
"I'm annoyed," Sara interjected, glaring at Nick.
"Oh, and you must Traci, Nick's flavor of the month," she greeted. Introducing herself cynically to Nick's kissing partner.
"Nice to meet you, she answered.
'Whoa, she must have used a paint-by-number process for her make-up.' Sara commented to herself.
'Damn, she looks good' Nick commented. Smiling, uncontrollably at Sara. Her hair flowed to her shoulders, wearing a Texas Rangers tank top and jeans that hugged her hips.
"Rangers fan?" he quickly questioned, hoping that she didn't notice his staring.
"Not really," she smiled. 'God he looked good."
"Do you know how hard it was to convince her to come to his game?" Mark stated. Nick smiled, and arched an eyebrow.
Sara glared at both smiling men. But before she could say a word, the announcer's voice filled the stadium, the crowd roared.
"Welcome to Edison Field, home of the Anaheim Angels. Today we welcome the Texas Rangers from Arlington, Texas." the announcer boomed. Nick jumped at the mention of Texas. Everyone was on their feet, all but Sara.
'I hate this game!' She silently screamed inside.
Later
"Please welcome our mascot, and get ready for the 7th inning stretch," the announcer said. The mascot emerged from the dugout, running around, entertaining the crown.
He approached people, giving them gifts, kisses, and just making a complete idiot of himself.
Sara slumped in her chair, waiting for the game to end. But was amused by the little man trapped in the mascot's body. She looked on as it approached.
'What now?' She questioned.
The mascot looked at her, and then at Nick, motioned her to move closer. She refused.
"Come on Sara," Nick pleaded.
"You're getting him upset," he smiled.
She still didn't move. But smiled annoyingly when the announced came on.
"Would the lady in the Texas Rangers shirt, please give the good looking man beside her, a little peck," it ordered teasingly.
She still didn't moved, she was not amused.
He leaned in closer, smelling her watermelon shampoo. He smiled, before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. The crowd roared and applauded.
'What the?' She thought, being caught off guard. She stared at Nick's chocolate brown eyes. Her cheek burning. She was confused; was she happy? Angry?
"Sara, are you ok?" Traci questioned. Sara forced out a smile and shifted her body away from Nick and Traci.
"Aren't you glad I scored us these awesome seats?" Mark asked proudly. Knowing that his efforts should be rewarded.
"No, I am not happy. Although you did land great tickets, I don't even understand why I'm here. I hate baseball, I hate watching baseball, and I HATE sitting on these damn seats." she commented. Never raising her tone; but the color of her skin said volumes. The game went on, and there was silence amongst the four seats.
As the game ended, the crowd disappointed at the loss. The four filled out the door, following the crowd.
"I guess I'll you later," Nick finally broke the silence. He smiled uncomfortably at Sara. Traci waved, walking towards Nick's Tahoe.
"Bye," Mark called out.
Sara stood there, calm, but was embarrassed by the scene she had caused.
"Listen, Mark. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to sound bitter or ungrateful, it was just that-"
"It's ok, I shouldn't have forced you to go," Mark answered, "I'm gonna go, but if you want to get together some other time, you know where to reach me," he continued.
"I'm really sorry that this mini-reunion didn't quite turn out to well," she apologized. "Just tell people back in Tamales Bay, that I said hello," she continued.
"OK, I will. And you have a safe drive to Las Vegas, and once you get there, try not to bite Nick's head off. He's seems like a great guy," he said, giving Sara a quick hug.
"It's gonna be hard, but I'll try," she smiled. "Bye."
Mark waved, as Sara walked towards her Tahoe, the bright artificial glow of the ballpark lights illuminating the highlights in her hair. Upon reaching her Tahoe, she sighed.
'Vegas. I guess it's back to work for you Sidle." She thought, as she started the car.
Author: oceanwave
Rating: PG
Summary: Please just read…and you'll find out. Please review.
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters, They are the property of the creators, producers of CSI. There are some characters who I own, i.e. Mark and Traci.
Author's Note: This is my first fiction, so please be nice. If you honestly don't like it, tell me, review. Cuz I can easily end it. Well, hope you like it so far! Please review!
"Popcorn, beer; get your popcorn and beer here!"
"Hey want anything?" He asked the woman beside him. She shook her head,
"How can you eat that stuff?" she questioned
"Come on, it's part of the experience, beer, baseball, and loud people." He smiled, ordering a cold beer.
'I can't believe I'm here," she groaned.
"Listen, I'll be right back, I have to go get some drinks. Want anything?" He questioned.
She smiled uncomfortably. "I'm fine," shaking her bottled water in the air. Although it was clear that she was just having a miserable time. She wondered how she managed to go to a baseball game on her day off. Slowly, she scanned for her seat, spotting a couple kissing a few rows ahead.
She rolled her eyes; but she walked down the stairs. Out of all the seats, I have to sit beside them. The man had his body away from her, the woman deeply caught in a kiss. She was amazed, annoyed, and just plain irritated. She sat down.
"Sara!" the man called out.
"Over here!" She waved, as he walked closer, beer, hat, and camera in hand.
Caught in a passionate kiss, he stared into the woman's eyes, thinking about her beautiful eyes. This was perfect; he was away from his job; away from Warrick, Greg, Grissom, Catherine, and Sara. He heard her name, her voice, he froze. 'Sara?' he questioned.
He turned, smiled. He looked observantly at the woman next to him. Sara.
"I never knew baseball was your thing," he whispered.
She flung around, irritated.
"Listen -" she spoke. "Nick!?"
"Hi beach, I see you made a friend," her companion called out. Nick raised an eyebrow. 'Beach?'
"Hi, I'm Nick," he introduced himself." I work with Sara," he smiled mischievously at Sara.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Mark," the man replied.
"I'm annoyed," Sara interjected, glaring at Nick.
"Oh, and you must Traci, Nick's flavor of the month," she greeted. Introducing herself cynically to Nick's kissing partner.
"Nice to meet you, she answered.
'Whoa, she must have used a paint-by-number process for her make-up.' Sara commented to herself.
'Damn, she looks good' Nick commented. Smiling, uncontrollably at Sara. Her hair flowed to her shoulders, wearing a Texas Rangers tank top and jeans that hugged her hips.
"Rangers fan?" he quickly questioned, hoping that she didn't notice his staring.
"Not really," she smiled. 'God he looked good."
"Do you know how hard it was to convince her to come to his game?" Mark stated. Nick smiled, and arched an eyebrow.
Sara glared at both smiling men. But before she could say a word, the announcer's voice filled the stadium, the crowd roared.
"Welcome to Edison Field, home of the Anaheim Angels. Today we welcome the Texas Rangers from Arlington, Texas." the announcer boomed. Nick jumped at the mention of Texas. Everyone was on their feet, all but Sara.
'I hate this game!' She silently screamed inside.
Later
"Please welcome our mascot, and get ready for the 7th inning stretch," the announcer said. The mascot emerged from the dugout, running around, entertaining the crown.
He approached people, giving them gifts, kisses, and just making a complete idiot of himself.
Sara slumped in her chair, waiting for the game to end. But was amused by the little man trapped in the mascot's body. She looked on as it approached.
'What now?' She questioned.
The mascot looked at her, and then at Nick, motioned her to move closer. She refused.
"Come on Sara," Nick pleaded.
"You're getting him upset," he smiled.
She still didn't move. But smiled annoyingly when the announced came on.
"Would the lady in the Texas Rangers shirt, please give the good looking man beside her, a little peck," it ordered teasingly.
She still didn't moved, she was not amused.
He leaned in closer, smelling her watermelon shampoo. He smiled, before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. The crowd roared and applauded.
'What the?' She thought, being caught off guard. She stared at Nick's chocolate brown eyes. Her cheek burning. She was confused; was she happy? Angry?
"Sara, are you ok?" Traci questioned. Sara forced out a smile and shifted her body away from Nick and Traci.
"Aren't you glad I scored us these awesome seats?" Mark asked proudly. Knowing that his efforts should be rewarded.
"No, I am not happy. Although you did land great tickets, I don't even understand why I'm here. I hate baseball, I hate watching baseball, and I HATE sitting on these damn seats." she commented. Never raising her tone; but the color of her skin said volumes. The game went on, and there was silence amongst the four seats.
As the game ended, the crowd disappointed at the loss. The four filled out the door, following the crowd.
"I guess I'll you later," Nick finally broke the silence. He smiled uncomfortably at Sara. Traci waved, walking towards Nick's Tahoe.
"Bye," Mark called out.
Sara stood there, calm, but was embarrassed by the scene she had caused.
"Listen, Mark. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to sound bitter or ungrateful, it was just that-"
"It's ok, I shouldn't have forced you to go," Mark answered, "I'm gonna go, but if you want to get together some other time, you know where to reach me," he continued.
"I'm really sorry that this mini-reunion didn't quite turn out to well," she apologized. "Just tell people back in Tamales Bay, that I said hello," she continued.
"OK, I will. And you have a safe drive to Las Vegas, and once you get there, try not to bite Nick's head off. He's seems like a great guy," he said, giving Sara a quick hug.
"It's gonna be hard, but I'll try," she smiled. "Bye."
Mark waved, as Sara walked towards her Tahoe, the bright artificial glow of the ballpark lights illuminating the highlights in her hair. Upon reaching her Tahoe, she sighed.
'Vegas. I guess it's back to work for you Sidle." She thought, as she started the car.