Disclaimer: I don't own any of the CSI characters I have written about. And
I am making no profit from writing about them.
*****
Waking up with mild hangover my mind immediately rehashes what happened the previous night. I couldn't help but wonder if I may have overreacted or was I justified in feeling like a fool. Which is it? Did he just get spooked maybe? Why are these things never easy? Men just complicate everything. I should have stuck to my guns after Hank, no more of this crap am I going to take in so short a time.
I lounged around for the day not bothering to even tidy up. When the doorbell rang shortly after two I knew immediately it would be Catherine Willow's, she was coming to try and make Cinderella beautiful for the ball.
"Hi you" she then took a second look at me "why are you still in you bed clothes, Jesus Sara, you should have had a shower and have your hair washed",
"I am not going" I mumbled, closing my eyes and scrunching up my face in preparation for the exclamation and questioning I was about to receive.
"Your not what?" Catherine took my arm and turned me to face her. "What happened last night Sara?"
When I didn't answer she spoke more softly to me. "You can tell me you know, I'm practically a grave" which is what she was called in the team 'a grave' illustrating her discretion about most things.
"Oh Catherine" I sighed "Last night everything was going so well and I don't know why he left, he just walked out"
"Come on, I will make you coffee and you can tell me all about it and then I will do your hair"
"I will tell you but there is not point in doing my hair, as I am still not going"
" You have to your representing the department, and from what I gather from the conversation I had with Nick today about getting a waist band to match your dress, he obviously does not think anyone messed up and that you are still his date".
"He does huh, pity he didn't think so positively last night"
Recounting my sorry little tale to Catherine just made her laugh and I will have to admit when I repeated it to someone else it really didn't sound so bad. Nick obviously (according to Catherine) just didn't want to rush things before either of us got our heads around this. Still though doubts lingered in my head, as I said before, its easier to believe the bad stuff.
"Ok, make me pretty and please Catherine, do it quickly" making the decision to go. What had I to loose.
********
A few hours later a knock came to the door. Nervously I walked to open it, catching fleeting glances at my appearance in various reflective doors and glass on my way.
"Hey Sara, Wow you were obviously expecting me, are you on your way to the ball, I forgot it was on" Grissom looked at me in amazement.
But the amazement was mirrored in my expression.
"Yeah, am...Catherine felt we should represent the Department and go" I managed to say, mortified he was seeing me in this slip of a dress.
"Who is we?" Grissom is never one to mind his own business.
Gulping and trying not to look suspicious I informed him "Nick" was going also.
"I just had some quick questions on your note's regarding the case, I'm sorry, I should have called first. I just assumed you would be at home, my mistake"
" Well you were the one who told me to get a life" not exactly in those words but it ment the same thing. "Look I have a few minutes if you want to go over some things" I really wish he would say no and leave before Nick gets here. This feels like my father is waiting to vet out my first date.
"No, I'm sorry, it's your night off and obviously a night out, you look wonderful by the way", Grissom as usual had taken everything in and I am sure he twigged on my nervousness about Nick, just sure of it.
Oh god go would you, I wanted to scream. Unfortunately Nick just walked through the front door calling my name at that moment.
Stunned to see Grissom there all he could manage was a shocked look at Grissom and a double take at me. I knew I shouldn't have worn red. I do look like a harlot, goddamn Catherine.
"Nick you look wonderful also, or as my mother would say 'you clean up good', well I will let you two get on with your evening, Look after Sara "
"I can look after myself thanks" the cheek of him.
"I will" Nick was stuck for words.
"Well at least he is not jealous" Nick remarked when Grissom was out of earshot.
" And what is that supposed to mean Nick?" I asked indignantly,
"Nothing, Sorry it was a tongue in cheek remark. Sara, you look amazing, really beautiful, I will be envied by every other guy in a Tux"
"You look pretty handsome yourself, love the waistband", I added mischievously. And he really did. The black suit and crisp white shirt really emphasised what a handsome chiselled face he had.
What was I worrying about last night. I really am a bit of an idiot at times. I need to believe in myself more, I told my subconscious, full well knowing I wouldn't. Think that believing in oneself stuff I must have seen on Oprah, but only when my Mom visited, I of course didn't watch it.
"Penny for them" Nick noticed I had zoned out there. "Look Sara, I am sorry I rushed out of here last night, I just thought I would have to before we went to far. I want you to think about it for a while, think about us. God knows I have thought of little else for a long time"
"Really Nick, you have been thinking about us for long?, I will honestly say I didn't start thinking about us until the other day. You did upset me by leaving last night, but don't worry if I think I am being rushed I will tell you, I promise. Now Mr. Stokes can you take me to the Ball please"
"Ms. Sidle, your wish is my command" outstretching his arm to take mine, we left the house with the intention to enjoy every minute of each others company this evening
Again , thank you for the reviews. Keep them coming. I am kind of not sure where to go now. I don't want things to run smoothly for them and I want Grissom to be jealous, please email any suggestions you may have. Please I need them .
*****
Waking up with mild hangover my mind immediately rehashes what happened the previous night. I couldn't help but wonder if I may have overreacted or was I justified in feeling like a fool. Which is it? Did he just get spooked maybe? Why are these things never easy? Men just complicate everything. I should have stuck to my guns after Hank, no more of this crap am I going to take in so short a time.
I lounged around for the day not bothering to even tidy up. When the doorbell rang shortly after two I knew immediately it would be Catherine Willow's, she was coming to try and make Cinderella beautiful for the ball.
"Hi you" she then took a second look at me "why are you still in you bed clothes, Jesus Sara, you should have had a shower and have your hair washed",
"I am not going" I mumbled, closing my eyes and scrunching up my face in preparation for the exclamation and questioning I was about to receive.
"Your not what?" Catherine took my arm and turned me to face her. "What happened last night Sara?"
When I didn't answer she spoke more softly to me. "You can tell me you know, I'm practically a grave" which is what she was called in the team 'a grave' illustrating her discretion about most things.
"Oh Catherine" I sighed "Last night everything was going so well and I don't know why he left, he just walked out"
"Come on, I will make you coffee and you can tell me all about it and then I will do your hair"
"I will tell you but there is not point in doing my hair, as I am still not going"
" You have to your representing the department, and from what I gather from the conversation I had with Nick today about getting a waist band to match your dress, he obviously does not think anyone messed up and that you are still his date".
"He does huh, pity he didn't think so positively last night"
Recounting my sorry little tale to Catherine just made her laugh and I will have to admit when I repeated it to someone else it really didn't sound so bad. Nick obviously (according to Catherine) just didn't want to rush things before either of us got our heads around this. Still though doubts lingered in my head, as I said before, its easier to believe the bad stuff.
"Ok, make me pretty and please Catherine, do it quickly" making the decision to go. What had I to loose.
********
A few hours later a knock came to the door. Nervously I walked to open it, catching fleeting glances at my appearance in various reflective doors and glass on my way.
"Hey Sara, Wow you were obviously expecting me, are you on your way to the ball, I forgot it was on" Grissom looked at me in amazement.
But the amazement was mirrored in my expression.
"Yeah, am...Catherine felt we should represent the Department and go" I managed to say, mortified he was seeing me in this slip of a dress.
"Who is we?" Grissom is never one to mind his own business.
Gulping and trying not to look suspicious I informed him "Nick" was going also.
"I just had some quick questions on your note's regarding the case, I'm sorry, I should have called first. I just assumed you would be at home, my mistake"
" Well you were the one who told me to get a life" not exactly in those words but it ment the same thing. "Look I have a few minutes if you want to go over some things" I really wish he would say no and leave before Nick gets here. This feels like my father is waiting to vet out my first date.
"No, I'm sorry, it's your night off and obviously a night out, you look wonderful by the way", Grissom as usual had taken everything in and I am sure he twigged on my nervousness about Nick, just sure of it.
Oh god go would you, I wanted to scream. Unfortunately Nick just walked through the front door calling my name at that moment.
Stunned to see Grissom there all he could manage was a shocked look at Grissom and a double take at me. I knew I shouldn't have worn red. I do look like a harlot, goddamn Catherine.
"Nick you look wonderful also, or as my mother would say 'you clean up good', well I will let you two get on with your evening, Look after Sara "
"I can look after myself thanks" the cheek of him.
"I will" Nick was stuck for words.
"Well at least he is not jealous" Nick remarked when Grissom was out of earshot.
" And what is that supposed to mean Nick?" I asked indignantly,
"Nothing, Sorry it was a tongue in cheek remark. Sara, you look amazing, really beautiful, I will be envied by every other guy in a Tux"
"You look pretty handsome yourself, love the waistband", I added mischievously. And he really did. The black suit and crisp white shirt really emphasised what a handsome chiselled face he had.
What was I worrying about last night. I really am a bit of an idiot at times. I need to believe in myself more, I told my subconscious, full well knowing I wouldn't. Think that believing in oneself stuff I must have seen on Oprah, but only when my Mom visited, I of course didn't watch it.
"Penny for them" Nick noticed I had zoned out there. "Look Sara, I am sorry I rushed out of here last night, I just thought I would have to before we went to far. I want you to think about it for a while, think about us. God knows I have thought of little else for a long time"
"Really Nick, you have been thinking about us for long?, I will honestly say I didn't start thinking about us until the other day. You did upset me by leaving last night, but don't worry if I think I am being rushed I will tell you, I promise. Now Mr. Stokes can you take me to the Ball please"
"Ms. Sidle, your wish is my command" outstretching his arm to take mine, we left the house with the intention to enjoy every minute of each others company this evening
Again , thank you for the reviews. Keep them coming. I am kind of not sure where to go now. I don't want things to run smoothly for them and I want Grissom to be jealous, please email any suggestions you may have. Please I need them .