Title: Moondance
Author: Jeanine (jeanine@iol.ie)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sara/Warrick
Spoilers: None
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Summary: It's a marvellous night for a moondance
Notes: For the LiveJournal CSReports "Moon" challenge… it was either this or "Dancing in the Moonlight" … and this song rocks!
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Sara vents her frustration with impunity as she and Warrick walk along the street, looking for a witness for the second shift in a row. It's made worse by the fact that Sara has absolutely no idea where they're going, is following Warrick blindly, walking beside him as he listens to her complaints.
She's so involved in her venting that it takes her a while to realise that he's no longer beside her, and she swings around with narrowed eyes, hoping that he's spotted their quarry.
Her eyes narrow even further when she sees what he's doing; standing at the side of the path, looking across the grass at the band that's playing there. He's tapping his foot, an appreciative smile on his face, and she tilts her head back so that she's staring at the bright, full moon overhead, counting to ten before she goes near him.
Arms crossed, she waits for him to notice her, somewhat amused when he looks surprised to see her there. "What are you doing?" she demands, receiving a sheepish smile in response.
"They're good, aren't they?" he says, dodging her question, and off her sceptical look, he glances at the bandstand. "Good music," he adds, which turns her scepticism to surprise, because she recognises Van Morrison when she hears it and she'd never have thought him a fan.
"I wouldn't have thought this was your cup of tea," she tells him, a question in her tone, but he just shrugs.
"Well, you know what Bob Wills said…"
"Bob Wills?" Surprise upon surprise, because that's more of a Nick reference, but he replies as if nothing was unusual.
"It's not music if you can't dance to it." There's a smile hovering about his lips as he watches the band play, the people gathered around, sitting on blankets, a few couples up dancing. "That's one of my Grams's favourite sayings," he murmurs, and Sara has the distinct impression that he's almost forgotten that she's there. "She loves to dance… you've got to watch out for her, you know, if you're in the kitchen and her favourite song comes on? She'll grab you and off she goes…" He chuckles, and she finds herself smiling too, her parents having been cut from somewhat the same cloth. Her smile turns to confusion when he looks down at her, holds out his hand. "You up for it?"
"What?" But like his Grams, he's not taking no for an answer, is already pulling her across the grass to the dancing couples. "We've got to find-" she begins, and he stops walking, interrupts her.
"We can take a break," he tells her firmly, and his eyes looking into hers, his hand warm against hers, pushes all her arguments out of her mind.
"Yeah," she says. "We can."
So they dance to the rest of that song, and the next one, and later, when they're back at the lab, and Sara finds herself singing "Moondance" under her breath, she can't stop smiling.