Part 3
THE FORGOTTEN CD. by Sadie
Disclaimer: Thanks to all the OTHER people, who created CSI, it gives me something to write about. Don't sue me I'm only dreamin here. Thanks to ALL the great singers and songwriters who are contributing to this fic unbeknownst to them. I did take some poetic license with some of the words to tailor it to the story a little better too.
Summary: What happens when a CD is left in someone's truck.by accident or on purpose?. G/S..Please R/R
I'll be on Vacation for a week, so hope you can wait for the next part!
Spoilers: Post PWF and ITB ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
One Week Later
He stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of her voice filling the otherwise empty hallways. He'd been at a seminar for three days, and hadn't expected to see anyone in the lab this long before shift. All he wanted was to check his messages and make sure things were covered for tonight and he was going to go home and get some rest. Of course that was before he heard the music.
This was one of the songs on her mix CD. She wasn't sure it was really appropriate to their situation any more, but she still liked the song. Besides he wasn't here, hell no one but her and a few diehard lab rats were here at this hour. She'd been a little upset that he'd been called away to an unexpected seminar, but she knew it wasn't his fault. She'd seen the disappointment on his face the day he'd told her about it. She smiled thinking he'd be back tonight or tomorrow and hopefully they could pick up where they'd left off a few days ago.
He'd thought it best to continue with what he'd come here for, maybe he'd pop in on her later. Preferably when the music got better. He thought about this song a lot the last few days. Hell he'd thought of all the songs on her CD, there were a few that bothered him and that had been one of them. He knew if he stuck it out they got better, I mean he almost had the whole thing memorized he'd listened to it so much already.
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I cant get out of bed today , Or get you off my mind , I just cant seem to find a way , to leave the love behind I ain't trippin , I'm just missin you You know what I'm saying, You know what I mean
She loved working when there was no one else around.
Sara danced around the room and sang like a fool.
I can't take it , What am I waiting for , My heart's still breakin , I miss you even more And I can't fake it , The way I could before , I hate you but I love you I cant stop thinkin of you , It's true, I'm stuck on you
"It must be hard to examine that evidence while you're whirling around the room like a dust storm out in the desert."
She nearly fell over the table as she spun around and reached for the off button on the radio. "Damn it Griss, don't you know you're not supposed to sneak up on people like that?"
"I didn't sneak up on you Sara, you just couldn't hear me above all your singing." He just grinned at her with his classic eyebrow raise.
She blushed a little at that comment, "Well you could have knocked! Besides, you aren't supposed to be here yet."
"Neither are you, shift was over hours ago." He looked down at his watch as he said this, "And the next shift doesn't start for hours. So are we working late, or are we here early?"
She smiled her big Sara smile, "Well, WE were a little backlogged so I thought I'd come in early to help lighten the load."
He just stared at her for a moment, admiring her beautiful face before taking a giant leap, "Have you eaten yet?"
Her eyebrows nearly shot off her face she was so shocked. He noticed her shock and continued, "I haven't had anything to eat but crappy hotel food for three days, I'm desperately in need of decent nourishment and I'd prefer not to eat alone." He hoped that didn't sound too impersonal.
Again that smile that melted all the ice around his heart, "I'd love to. Just let me finish up here, about thirty minutes?"
"Sounds good, I'll be in my office"
As he turned into his office he just missed the little victory dance Sara was doing down the hall.
THE FORGOTTEN CD. by Sadie
Disclaimer: Thanks to all the OTHER people, who created CSI, it gives me something to write about. Don't sue me I'm only dreamin here. Thanks to ALL the great singers and songwriters who are contributing to this fic unbeknownst to them. I did take some poetic license with some of the words to tailor it to the story a little better too.
Summary: What happens when a CD is left in someone's truck.by accident or on purpose?. G/S..Please R/R
I'll be on Vacation for a week, so hope you can wait for the next part!
Spoilers: Post PWF and ITB ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
One Week Later
He stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of her voice filling the otherwise empty hallways. He'd been at a seminar for three days, and hadn't expected to see anyone in the lab this long before shift. All he wanted was to check his messages and make sure things were covered for tonight and he was going to go home and get some rest. Of course that was before he heard the music.
This was one of the songs on her mix CD. She wasn't sure it was really appropriate to their situation any more, but she still liked the song. Besides he wasn't here, hell no one but her and a few diehard lab rats were here at this hour. She'd been a little upset that he'd been called away to an unexpected seminar, but she knew it wasn't his fault. She'd seen the disappointment on his face the day he'd told her about it. She smiled thinking he'd be back tonight or tomorrow and hopefully they could pick up where they'd left off a few days ago.
He'd thought it best to continue with what he'd come here for, maybe he'd pop in on her later. Preferably when the music got better. He thought about this song a lot the last few days. Hell he'd thought of all the songs on her CD, there were a few that bothered him and that had been one of them. He knew if he stuck it out they got better, I mean he almost had the whole thing memorized he'd listened to it so much already.
____________________________________________________________________________ _______
I cant get out of bed today , Or get you off my mind , I just cant seem to find a way , to leave the love behind I ain't trippin , I'm just missin you You know what I'm saying, You know what I mean
She loved working when there was no one else around.
Sara danced around the room and sang like a fool.
I can't take it , What am I waiting for , My heart's still breakin , I miss you even more And I can't fake it , The way I could before , I hate you but I love you I cant stop thinkin of you , It's true, I'm stuck on you
"It must be hard to examine that evidence while you're whirling around the room like a dust storm out in the desert."
She nearly fell over the table as she spun around and reached for the off button on the radio. "Damn it Griss, don't you know you're not supposed to sneak up on people like that?"
"I didn't sneak up on you Sara, you just couldn't hear me above all your singing." He just grinned at her with his classic eyebrow raise.
She blushed a little at that comment, "Well you could have knocked! Besides, you aren't supposed to be here yet."
"Neither are you, shift was over hours ago." He looked down at his watch as he said this, "And the next shift doesn't start for hours. So are we working late, or are we here early?"
She smiled her big Sara smile, "Well, WE were a little backlogged so I thought I'd come in early to help lighten the load."
He just stared at her for a moment, admiring her beautiful face before taking a giant leap, "Have you eaten yet?"
Her eyebrows nearly shot off her face she was so shocked. He noticed her shock and continued, "I haven't had anything to eat but crappy hotel food for three days, I'm desperately in need of decent nourishment and I'd prefer not to eat alone." He hoped that didn't sound too impersonal.
Again that smile that melted all the ice around his heart, "I'd love to. Just let me finish up here, about thirty minutes?"
"Sounds good, I'll be in my office"
As he turned into his office he just missed the little victory dance Sara was doing down the hall.
