Okay, honestly, I don't know why I wrote this odd little piece (possibly because I'm also in the habit of straightening my own damn curls). Still think I need to have a serious chat with my muse though. Anyway, please R & R – I absolutely THRIVE on feedback!
Disclaimer: Don't own CSI or its characters and never will.
As soon as Nick saw Sara approaching, he couldn't help but wear a huge grin, and Sara knew exactly why: Her hair.
Sara's hair was naturally curly – flowing brown locks that hung down to her shoulders – but as had become habit for Sara, she straightened her curls every morning.
This particular morning had been no exception, but as Sara drove out to meet Nick at their crime scene, she scowled upon realising the air was humid. Sara well knew that any amount of moisture could make her hair spring back into its usual mass of curls.
Judging by Nick's amused expression, Sara could only imagine how odd she must have looked, with frizzy little ringlets sticking out in all directions from her otherwise straight hair.
"Lookin' good, Sidle," Nick chided, still grinning. "Betcha Grissom'll love the hair, too." Sara wasn't angered by that remark, though. Rather like siblings, she and Nick were always having a go at each other.
Sara countered with a slight toss of the head and a smirk, though she found herself secretly hoping that the latter of what Nick had said would be true.
Betcha Grissom'll love the hair, too.
