Title: Hard Knock Life
Author: Samie05
Rating- PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, or any of the characters. (Or the Little Orphan Annie comic strip or any of the characters that appeared in it, the play, or the movies.)
Author's Note: AU. Ummm.. I don't think I have anything to say about this one. Please review! (N/S)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Prologue ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Got no folks to speak of so
It's a hard knock row we hoe
Cotton blankets
'Stead of wool
Empty bellies
'Stead of full
It's a hard knock life!
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Actually, Sara did have parents, but she never felt like she did. They always seemed to busy with "life" to bother with her. She very rarely felt loved. She didn't have any brothers or sisters, and the rest of her parent's families lived far away, ashamed of the fact that their children were "hippies". Sara was forced to grow up before she had to, making her own school lunches, doing her own laundry and cooking her own meals. She often felt as if she was the adult, constantly worrying about her parents, and where their meager salaries were going.she knew it wasn't to her. Sara realized early that her parents were different from everyone else's, both physically and emotionally: they dressed differently, and never told Sara they loved her. They did love her; they just never said it, not even when tucking her in at night. All of this influenced the woman she grew up to be.
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It had been a rough day, and the entire staff of the Las Vegas Crime Lab had gone home. All except one. Sara sat in the break room, staring into space. Today was her parent's wedding anniversary, and she hadn't called them. Not that she ever called them anyway-they hadn't spoken in five years. I'm a terrible daughter; she thought to herself, I always was a terrible daughter. Her trance was broken when she noticed a jacket hanging on the back of a chair. It was Nick's; he had forgotten it there when he left. Maybe I should bring it to him-although he might come back for it, and we could miss each other if I leave. Sara prayed that he would come back for it; she really needed someone to talk to. She had harbored feelings for Nick ever since they had first meet, but she was cautious about making the first step.
Sara jumped a little when she heard the footsteps that had broken the deafening silence. She relaxed when Nick appeared in the doorway, but now she was full of a different kind of anxiety- the one you feel when you're a teenager and your crush just walked into a party.
"Oh" Nick jumped "I didn't realize anyone was still here. Why aren't you home?"
"Honestly? I don't know. Today is my parent's anniversary, and I just couldn't go home, you know?"
"Oh, I know, too many memories" Nick lifted his head up at the ceiling "Happy anniversary Mr. And Mrs. Sidle"
"Nick!" Sara said, giggling, "Their not dead!" Her giggles broke into laughter, and soon Nick joined in.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry" Nick answered, blushing. " So, if there's no fond memories, why aren't you at home?"
"It's just that, I haven't spoken to them in five years"
"Why not? - Oh, I'm sorry, I'm asking too many questions, -"
"No, it's what I want. I want to talk. I need to vent."
Nick looked in Sara's eyes and noticed they were filling up with tears. He too, had wanted them to get to know each other better. He sat down on the couch next to his collogue. "Alright" he began "Vent away."
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Sara stirred her vegetable lo mien around in its silver tin with her plastic fork. Nick had ordered Chinese, and now she felt more comfortable opening up to him. She popped a forkful into her mouth, and downed a swig of water. "Ok" she said "Are you ready for me to start?" Nick nodded, his mouth too full of sparerib to answer.
Sara sighed. This would be the first time she told anyone the whole story about her and her parent's relationship.
"I was born on September 16,1971, in Tamales Bay, California at 7:34 in the morning. On the couch in my living-"
"Wait, wait, wait, you weren't born in a hospital?" Nick inquired
"No"
"Didn't that, uh, you know, hurt your mother?" Nick said utterly confused.
"I guess so. My parents were hippies, so they don't believe in conventional medicine, they said it would 'taint' me, and they got a midwife and everything. Anyway, -" Sara hesitated. Was she really doing the right thing, telling her whole life story to this man? Yes, she decided that her emotions had been bottled up for way to long. Sara took a deep breath before she continued.
"As far back as I can remember, my mom always kept me away from my dad. They were still together, but my dad was never around. My dad had gotten heavy into pot right before I was born, and my mom was afraid he would hurt me when he was high. I remember when I was about four year old." Sara's voice faded as she retold the events to Nick.
Author: Samie05
Rating- PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, or any of the characters. (Or the Little Orphan Annie comic strip or any of the characters that appeared in it, the play, or the movies.)
Author's Note: AU. Ummm.. I don't think I have anything to say about this one. Please review! (N/S)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Prologue ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Got no folks to speak of so
It's a hard knock row we hoe
Cotton blankets
'Stead of wool
Empty bellies
'Stead of full
It's a hard knock life!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Actually, Sara did have parents, but she never felt like she did. They always seemed to busy with "life" to bother with her. She very rarely felt loved. She didn't have any brothers or sisters, and the rest of her parent's families lived far away, ashamed of the fact that their children were "hippies". Sara was forced to grow up before she had to, making her own school lunches, doing her own laundry and cooking her own meals. She often felt as if she was the adult, constantly worrying about her parents, and where their meager salaries were going.she knew it wasn't to her. Sara realized early that her parents were different from everyone else's, both physically and emotionally: they dressed differently, and never told Sara they loved her. They did love her; they just never said it, not even when tucking her in at night. All of this influenced the woman she grew up to be.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It had been a rough day, and the entire staff of the Las Vegas Crime Lab had gone home. All except one. Sara sat in the break room, staring into space. Today was her parent's wedding anniversary, and she hadn't called them. Not that she ever called them anyway-they hadn't spoken in five years. I'm a terrible daughter; she thought to herself, I always was a terrible daughter. Her trance was broken when she noticed a jacket hanging on the back of a chair. It was Nick's; he had forgotten it there when he left. Maybe I should bring it to him-although he might come back for it, and we could miss each other if I leave. Sara prayed that he would come back for it; she really needed someone to talk to. She had harbored feelings for Nick ever since they had first meet, but she was cautious about making the first step.
Sara jumped a little when she heard the footsteps that had broken the deafening silence. She relaxed when Nick appeared in the doorway, but now she was full of a different kind of anxiety- the one you feel when you're a teenager and your crush just walked into a party.
"Oh" Nick jumped "I didn't realize anyone was still here. Why aren't you home?"
"Honestly? I don't know. Today is my parent's anniversary, and I just couldn't go home, you know?"
"Oh, I know, too many memories" Nick lifted his head up at the ceiling "Happy anniversary Mr. And Mrs. Sidle"
"Nick!" Sara said, giggling, "Their not dead!" Her giggles broke into laughter, and soon Nick joined in.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry" Nick answered, blushing. " So, if there's no fond memories, why aren't you at home?"
"It's just that, I haven't spoken to them in five years"
"Why not? - Oh, I'm sorry, I'm asking too many questions, -"
"No, it's what I want. I want to talk. I need to vent."
Nick looked in Sara's eyes and noticed they were filling up with tears. He too, had wanted them to get to know each other better. He sat down on the couch next to his collogue. "Alright" he began "Vent away."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sara stirred her vegetable lo mien around in its silver tin with her plastic fork. Nick had ordered Chinese, and now she felt more comfortable opening up to him. She popped a forkful into her mouth, and downed a swig of water. "Ok" she said "Are you ready for me to start?" Nick nodded, his mouth too full of sparerib to answer.
Sara sighed. This would be the first time she told anyone the whole story about her and her parent's relationship.
"I was born on September 16,1971, in Tamales Bay, California at 7:34 in the morning. On the couch in my living-"
"Wait, wait, wait, you weren't born in a hospital?" Nick inquired
"No"
"Didn't that, uh, you know, hurt your mother?" Nick said utterly confused.
"I guess so. My parents were hippies, so they don't believe in conventional medicine, they said it would 'taint' me, and they got a midwife and everything. Anyway, -" Sara hesitated. Was she really doing the right thing, telling her whole life story to this man? Yes, she decided that her emotions had been bottled up for way to long. Sara took a deep breath before she continued.
"As far back as I can remember, my mom always kept me away from my dad. They were still together, but my dad was never around. My dad had gotten heavy into pot right before I was born, and my mom was afraid he would hurt me when he was high. I remember when I was about four year old." Sara's voice faded as she retold the events to Nick.