Title: A Friend in Need
Feedback: Please. Do I need to beg?
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did. Or at the very least, Nick and Greg :o)
Rating: G. May change.
Author's note: This is my first CSI fanfiction. Hope you like! "Shannon" , you're the best friend in the UNIVERSE! Thanks for the encouragement, You better tell me what you think :o)
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"Hey Mel," Sara Sidle called out cheerfully as she entered the locker room before the night shift.
"Hi," Melody Harper replied quietly. Sara watched as the younger CSI absently pulled her hair back tightly in a messy ponytail.
"What's wrong?" Sara fumbled with her combination before yanking open her locker.
"Nothing, rough day," Melody barely explained before slamming her locker shut and rushing out of the locker room.
"What's her problem?" Sara muttered under her breath. She slipped off her denim jacket and hung it in the locker. Though it was the middle of June, Sara liked to have a jacket handy.
"Hey Sidle," Nick Stokes said as he stood in front of his locker.
"Hello," Sara sighed, "Hey, Nick?"
"What?"
"How well do you know Mel?" Sara sat on the bench near the lockers.
"Well enough to know she hates being called that," Nick grinned.
"I'm serious! She's been working with us for two months, and I don't even know her last name!"
"Harper. Even I know that!" he grinned playfully. It wasn't often that he knew something she didn't and he was savoring every minute of it. Plus, he just liked her frustrated expression.
"Nick," Sara whined, "You're not helping."
"I don't know a lot. She's really secretive, but her name's Melody Harper, she's 28 and a level two CSI. She transferred from Spokane, Washington." Nick sat next to Sara, "Oh. And she used to be a gymnast."
"How do you know that?" she asked accusingly.
"Jealous?" Nick teased. When he received her Sara Sidle trademark icy glare, he chuckled, "I heard her telling Catherine."
"She's just- I don't know."
"She's just shy. I've been too busy to make friends. She's probably just intimidated by us. I think you'd like her."
"Maybe. Let's go." Sara stood up and grabbed Nick's hand. They left the locker room hand in hand.
Feedback: Please. Do I need to beg?
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did. Or at the very least, Nick and Greg :o)
Rating: G. May change.
Author's note: This is my first CSI fanfiction. Hope you like! "Shannon" , you're the best friend in the UNIVERSE! Thanks for the encouragement, You better tell me what you think :o)
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"Hey Mel," Sara Sidle called out cheerfully as she entered the locker room before the night shift.
"Hi," Melody Harper replied quietly. Sara watched as the younger CSI absently pulled her hair back tightly in a messy ponytail.
"What's wrong?" Sara fumbled with her combination before yanking open her locker.
"Nothing, rough day," Melody barely explained before slamming her locker shut and rushing out of the locker room.
"What's her problem?" Sara muttered under her breath. She slipped off her denim jacket and hung it in the locker. Though it was the middle of June, Sara liked to have a jacket handy.
"Hey Sidle," Nick Stokes said as he stood in front of his locker.
"Hello," Sara sighed, "Hey, Nick?"
"What?"
"How well do you know Mel?" Sara sat on the bench near the lockers.
"Well enough to know she hates being called that," Nick grinned.
"I'm serious! She's been working with us for two months, and I don't even know her last name!"
"Harper. Even I know that!" he grinned playfully. It wasn't often that he knew something she didn't and he was savoring every minute of it. Plus, he just liked her frustrated expression.
"Nick," Sara whined, "You're not helping."
"I don't know a lot. She's really secretive, but her name's Melody Harper, she's 28 and a level two CSI. She transferred from Spokane, Washington." Nick sat next to Sara, "Oh. And she used to be a gymnast."
"How do you know that?" she asked accusingly.
"Jealous?" Nick teased. When he received her Sara Sidle trademark icy glare, he chuckled, "I heard her telling Catherine."
"She's just- I don't know."
"She's just shy. I've been too busy to make friends. She's probably just intimidated by us. I think you'd like her."
"Maybe. Let's go." Sara stood up and grabbed Nick's hand. They left the locker room hand in hand.