Where the Grass is Greener
Chapter Five
Sara woke up early that morning. She got up and showered quickly and got dressed. She was heading over to the cemetery.
The morning was bright and crisp. It was a Saturday, and most people were still sleeping. People liked to sleep in. Sara didn't. She felt that it waste one's day. She was an early bird by nature, even if she only got a few hours' sleep during the night, she would still wake up early, well rested.
Sara hoped that her day was going to be okay.
She made it to the cemetery. It was calm and tranquil. She walked up the pathway to greet Mr. Adler. He had taken his wife's death very hard. He was still in shock after nearly two years. Pamela Adler was raped and shot two times, left for dead. Sara promised that she would find the person who did it. It turned out to be a fifteen year old. He was involved in gang activity and he knew the system well. He raped the poor woman and killed her. Sara had a vengeful spirit fall upon her that day. The kid was only going to get forty-eight months in juvenile detention. It was not enough.
No body knew it, but she went in to see the young boy a few days after the close of the case. She was full of fury and wrath that she couldn't even see straight. Pamela's husband told her that they had a baby boy just a few months before. Sara remembered the day clearly:
Sara walked into the interrogation room and slammed the door. The kid had an evil smirk on his face and he looked almost proud of what he did. Sara wasn't smiling. She put both hands on the corners of the table.
"Give me one reason why you attacked her," Sara said firmly.
The teen did not give so much as a flinch at her tone. He simply shrugged.
Sara looked away in fury. "Oh so you thought you'd just go for a stroll in the mall and then choose one then huh? Well guess what? You chose a new mother. She just had a baby boy three months ago. You didn't kill just a woman. You killed a wife and a mother too."
"Lady, I ain't afraid of you," he said, leaning in. "And you better hope that I don't see you around when I get up out of here."
"You don't scare me little boy," Sara said, her eyes in slits now. "If I do see you, and you're hurting someone else, I promise you, your life will be a living hell."
"Your skinny little ass can't hurt me," he said standing up.
"Oh so you think you're tougher than me? Okay. C'mon then. Rape me! I dare you. You think you're so tough. Mind you I have a gun. So step up! Rape me!"
The boy looked at her then sat back down. "Na," he said. "You ain't even worth it."
"No, you're a coward," Sara said, getting in his face. "You like defenseless, helpless, isolated women. You're not tough. You haven't taken on anyone who can kick your ass. You couldn't even take me on. You're just a sick little bastard and the next time you cross paths with me, I'll make damn sure that you rot in jail. And prisoners don't take too kindly to rapists. That is a promise."
The boy backed off and he looked at her, his glare softening into a look of fear. Sara held her stance for a few seconds more before leaving.
The kid was stabbed to death in a fight at the juvenile detention center. Sara was glad that he was put out of his misery. She knew that as he got older, he would only get worse and he would eventually get up to the point of hurting women that were armed or knew defense tactics. Unfortunately, justice came too late for Pamela Adler. Sara gathered herself before approaching the bench in front of Pamela's grave.
"Mr. Adler," Sara said solemnly.
He turned around. Sara smiled.
"Hey," he said. "Have you been?"
"Uh," Sara paused for a bit. "I'm fine. I'm good. You?"
He sighed and looked back at his wife's grave. "I suppose I'm okay," he answered. "I'm holding up."
Sara nodded and looked at Pamela's grave as well. She felt the tears well up in her eyes. "How's Matthew?"
"He's fine," he said. "He's just like his mama."
They sat in silence for a while before Sara decided to leave Mr. Adler in peace with his wife.
"Have a good day, Mr. Adler," Sara said. "Tell Pamela that I'll be coming around to see her again soon."
He only faintly smiled and nodded. Sara let her tears flow as she walked back down to her car.
***
Warrick woke up to the shrill sound of his alarm clock. It was nine o'clock. He threw the covers off of him and put on a shirt. He went to the kitchen and put on some coffee. He wanted to pick up the phone and call Sara, but he figured she might still be sleeping. Then again, she never slept, so he picked up his phone and dialed her number.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Hey girl," he said.
"Hey Warrick," Sara said cheerfully, even for herself. "What are you doing up so early?"
"I would ask you the same thing, but you never sleep," he joked.
"Smart-ass," Sara chuckled. "So, what are you up to?"
"Nothing, actually," he answered. "I'm just making some coffee."
"Ah," Sara said. "Yeah, I'm about to make myself some coffee as well."
Warrick couldn't think of anything else to say. He wanted to talk to her, but not over the phone.
"Warrick?" Sara asked.
"Yeah?"
"I um," she couldn't get out whatever she was trying to say. "I-I have to go. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Okay," Warrick said, slightly baffled at why she didn't say what she wanted to say. "Bye."
"Bye."
They hung up at the same time.
***
"God!" Sara screamed to herself. "I'm such a freaking idiot!"
She was frustrated. She wanted to tell Warrick how she felt about him, but the words didn't escape her mouth. That had been an awkward conversation, and she growled in frustration.
She went to her bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
"I love Warrick," she said to herself. "Why can't I tell him that? Why am I talking to myself in the mirror?"
She stormed to her living room and turned on the TV. She had nothing better to do at the moment. There were morning shows and talk shows on. She decided on Live with Regis and Kelly. Even though she didn't particularly like the show, it was the only thing on of substance. She realized that she had to take her medicine. She got up and went into her bathroom.
Sara picked up her prescriptions and put one of each into her hand. She filled a glass of water then she took the pills. She chugged all the water and then looked in the mirror again.
"I'm in love with Warrick," she said with a dreamy smile on her face. Then she walked out into the living room again.
She never felt love so deeply before. She then realized that with Grissom, it wasn't true love. It was more like a crush. She wanted him because she knew that he wanted her. She never declared love to him ever, but in her heart she thought it was love. But it was something much different because, she felt something for Warrick down the line too. Was it love, or infatuation? She didn't really know. Was she fooling herself again with Warrick?
Sara was starting to get a headache and she laid down on the couch. All of her new feelings were too much to handle. There were so many changes going on, that she began to ramble to herself.
"It's the meds," she whispered to herself. "It's the meds."
She sighed and dozed off.
A few hours later, she woke up hungry. She automatically went to her fridge for her takeout coupons, but she had thrown them all out. She opened her fridge to half emptiness. She needed to go shopping. She groaned and grabbed her keys and headed to the grocer's.
She went to a whole foods store. She picked up a vegetarian cookbook. That would help her along. She grabbed various breads, and vegetables. She browsed around mostly, looking for things besides tofu, which was most of the store. She picked up cereal, bagels, and English muffins. She grabbed some fruits and nuts. The store had a large selection of what she needed.
By the time she left the store, she had two full baskets of food.
When she got home, she put everything away neatly in her kitchen.. She looked around. Her kitchen had cows in it. She loved the Hershey's Chocolate Milk Cows and any other cow. They decorated her kitchen and they went along with her vegetarian life, minus three stomachs. Sara smiled and then she pulled out her cookbook. All of the recipes were tempting and they looked filling. It was more than what Sara ate on a daily basis. She smiled.
Sara placed the cookbook on a stand atop her refrigerator and then she ate a bagel with cream cheese. She popped in a movie. Just as the movie started, the phone rang. She rolled her eyes and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey Sara, it's me Catherine."
"Hey," Sara said. "How are you?"
"Good," she said. "I was calling to ask the same thing."
"Oh," Sara said. "I'm fine. I'm better."
"That's good," Catherine said. "I bet you're bored out of your mind by now."
Sara cocked her head to one side. "No, not really," she explained. "I've been going out and running errands and the like."
"That's good," Catherine said. "I'm glad that you're better. We miss you."
"I miss you guys too," Sara said. "But, I've made some changes, and I probably won't be the same when I get back."
"How so?" Catherine asked.
Sara wasn't ready to talk about it yet. "Later, Catherine. I'm not really ready to talk about things yet."
"Oh," Catherine sounded slightly hurt. "Well, if you ever need to talk, I'm here."
"Thanks Cat," Sara said appreciatively. "I'll see you."
"Okay, bye," Catherine said before hanging up.
Sara hung up and continued to watch the movie. It had been a long time since she just sat down and relaxed. It was a rear thing for her to just sit down and watch TV. She didn't like watching TV much. It bored her. It still did, but she didn't feel like doing anything else. Besides the television, her apartment was completely quiet. With her scanner gone, she could no longer hear the constant static and the noise. She didn't realize how much it really bothered her until it was gone. Grissom had been right about her getting a diversion. She definitely did burn out. It was an embarrassing burn out as well. Years of pent up depression and unshed tears came to a boiling point. She was like a volcano. Unpredictable, and ready to blow at any moment. She was glad that she was able to salvage some form of sanity. Now, her diversion was trying to improve her life. She felt so much better with the scanner gone. When the scanner was there, she felt like she was still at work; like she never really left work.
Warrick had been right. Work couldn't be her life. There were going to be things that were more important to her than work, like her sanity. She didn't want to have to go through that again. She would never forget that feeling of being detached from her body when she had her break down. All of the life force was drained from her body and all that was left was a shell crying uncontrollably, hysterically. She knew that it was an image that her coworkers wouldn't soon forget.
Now that she was away from work, she had plenty of time to think things over, reevaluate her life, and change things that needed to be changed in order to stay mentally healthy. The hardest part was talking about her break down. In truth, she was ashamed. Ashamed that her friends had to witness it, and ashamed that it happened. She felt some how lower than everyone else because she got burnt out.
Sara sighed and she bit into her bagel in thought.
***
Warrick missed Sara at the lab. Her presence was enough for him to get on with the shift. As a team, they were all thrown off because one of their own was not there beside them.
Warrick did not know what his reason for calling her was. The conversation was awkward, for lack of a better word, and she seemed slightly flustered over the phone. Why couldn't he just say it? Why couldn't he tell Sara that he loved her?
"Earth to Warrick," Nick said, waving a hand in front of his face.
"What?" Warrick asked.
"Don't tell me you've gone off the deep end too," Nick said.
"No, I was just thinking," Warrick said. "What's up?"
"You, obviously," Nick quipped. "You've been acting weird all night man. Did you not get enough sleep on your night off?"
Warrick went back to filling out paperwork. Nick didn't know how right he was. He couldn't keep his mind off of Sara. He hadn't forgotten how beautiful she looked in that dress.
There was something about Sara that made him have feelings for her from the first day he met. At first he thought she was the psycho bitch from hell, but the more he got to know her, the more he liked her. He found that her determined personality was something he liked in a woman. She was like a big puzzle to him. The more he saw of her, the more he wanted to know about her. She kept her personal life a huge secret and it made him want to delve into her past. The other thing that attracted him to her were her eyes. They were a dark, chestnut brown that could incite fear or bring out the best in a person.
Really, the only thing that truly made him melt any time was her smile. Her bright, sparking, gap-toothed smile was what he desired from her on a nightly basis. She looked beautiful when she smiled. All of the men at CSI treasured it when she smiled. It was a rare thing when she did.
The end of shift finally came, and he went to the locker room to gather his things. Nick came in.
"Hey man," he said cheerfully. "Wanna go grab something to eat?"
"Yeah," Warrick said.
They went to a Denny's down the street.
"So, have you talked to Sara lately?"
"Yeah, just two days ago," Warrick answered. "She's doing better."
"Good," Nick said as he sipped his coffee. "For a while there I was afraid that she wouldn't come back to us. She scared me half to death. I'd never seen her cry."
"Yeah, tell me about it," Warrick said. "I knew for a while that there was something different about her. She was more quiet than usual, withdrawn. I talked to her a couple of times before her break down, and she told me that she was just lonely."
"Lonely?" Nick asked incredulously. "She has us. I mean, she could have called any of us anytime. We're not just coworkers, we're friends. We're like family."
"I don't think that loneliness was the only reason," Warrick added. "She told me that she had things that she wanted to tell me, but she would tell me later."
"What kind of things?" Nick asked, a little hurt that Sara hadn't come to him. Sara was like his little sister and he let her know on many occasions that she could trust him.
"I don't know," Warrick said, looking out the window. It was a bit cloudy out side, almost like it was going to rain.
When their food came, they ate in silence. Nick Stokes was his best friend. They were there for each other when things got rough.
"Hey," Nick started. "What are you thinking about?"
Warrick sighed. He may as well tell his friend how he felt about Sara.
"I think I'm in love with Sara," he confessed.
Nick let a smile creep slowly across his face. "Ha! I knew it man! I knew it!"
"What? Nick come on, I just realized this two days ago," Warrick explained. "So what exactly did you know?"
"C'mon, you can't say that you haven't had feelings for her," Nick cajoled. "I've seen the way you look at her sometimes."
"Yeah, feelings, but I never admitted that I love her until now," Warrick said. "I don't know what it is about that woman. You'd think I'd avoid a relationship with her after our rough start. Yeah we're friends now, but how would we sustain in a relationship? That is, if she feels the same way."
"Have you talked to her?" Nick asked. "Have you told her how you feel yet?"
"No," he said. "If I did, I wouldn't be stressing it to you."
"Gotcha," Nick said. "So why don't you just tell her then? Get it off your chest?"
"I tried to the other day when I called her, but it was all awkward and untimely, so I hung up," Warrick explained. "Maybe I'm mistaking sympathy for love."
"No," Nick said insistently. "Don't say that, just talk to her."
"I don't know what to say to her," Warrick said.
"She's going to be off for the next month and a half," Nick said practically. "It's not going to be hard to make a date with her to tell her how you feel."
"And what if she doesn't feel the same way? Answer that one Einstein," Warrick quipped.
"Okay, if she doesn't, at least she'll know that you care about her and that you'll be ready for her when she feels it's time," Nick said with a smile.
Warrick glared at his friend. "Man, it scares me that you have an answer for almost everything."
"Hey, what are friends for?" Nick asked. "Besides, I can't help it that I know everything."
"Really? Then what's the square root of three-hundred seventy?" Warrick asked.
Nick took out a pen and began to scribble on a napkin.
"Off the top of your head, freak," Warrick said.
Nick glared at Warrick this time. "Funny."
After his breakfast with Nick, Warrick went home. He was tired and he wanted to get some sleep.
He walked in and turned on his hall light. It was still a bit dark out, and his curtains were drawn as well. Thanks to his barely there father, he owned a four bedroom two bathroom condo. It was more than he really needed, but he didn't want to seem unappreciative. After all, his dad wanted to make up for all the lost time with his son.
Joseph Brown was living in Chicago, Illinois with his wife Harriet and he had two more sons with her. He owned a chain of restaurants, the source of his wealth. Warrick never understood what it was about him that made his father love him less than his other two sons. He figured it was revenge against his mother. Warrick still did not know the whereabouts of his mother. She left him alone in their apartment one night and never came back when he was just seven years old. That was when he moved in with his grandmother. From the time he moved in, to the time he moved out, he gave his grandmother Hell. He loved her fiercely, but he was a troublemaker. Always the instigator, but would swear he had nothing to do with it.
When she died, he felt that he had no one else; and that was when his father lent him a helping hand. He received a check in the mail for twenty-thousand dollars. He bought his first apartment and put the rest of the money in a savings. Years later, his father was in town, but ironically, Warrick didn't get the chance to see him. But, the day his father left, there was a new condo waiting for him. The rent paid for the next six months. That was over three years ago, and since then, Warrick has received checks from him, but nothing else.
He didn't even know what his father looked like.
He made use of the extra space; one room was his bedroom, the other rooms serving as a gym, guest bedroom, and office. It was okay, and it seemed a little less empty. He'd had a few roommates come and go, a few women come and go.
He was comfortable with being single, and women said that he was possibly the cleanest bachelor in the entire state of Nevada.
Warrick collapsed onto his bed and fell instantly asleep, his thoughts on his somewhat shadowy childhood, torturous and unruly teenage years, and of Sara. He didn't know what he would say to her. At the moment, she was driving him crazy.
***
A few days later, Sara found herself preparing to go to dinner with Warrick. He was coming to pick her up in a few minutes, and she was applying lipstick. She hoped she looked okay, since this particular occasion warranted her buying another new dress. This time it was a violet dress that swirled at her ankles. It was strapless, and she wore a teardrop necklace. Her shoes were black stilettos; the most uncomfortable shoes to ever adorn her feet.
She looked at herself in the mirror to make sure that she looked okay. It was about the third or fourth time she'd done that. Her hair was adorned with small sparking hair pins.
There was a call. She picked up her phone. It was the doorman, Dean. She told him that Warrick could come up.
Sara went to the mirror and checked herself again. She hoped he liked the dress since he was going to be the only person to see her in a dress. She was even surprised at how she looked in a dress. It had been years since she'd worn one, and she knew that pants and a nice shirt was not suitable for a dinner date, unless it was fast food and a movie. There was a knock at the door. She pinched her cheeks to blush them even more and then she answered.
"Hey," she said with a smile.
Warrick was awestruck yet again. "Hi," he finally said when he found his voice. "You look…"
Sara blushed and looked away.
"Sara, you look beautiful.," he said in adoration.
"Thank you," Sara said. She did not like all the attention. She looked at him and he was wearing a suit. "You look good too."
"Thanks," he said, still admiring her radiance. They stood there looking at each other for a few moments, then they looked away.
"Come in for a sec," Sara said quickly after realizing that he was standing in the hallway. "Just let me get my coat and purse, then we can go."
"Warrick nodded. "Take your time."
Sara smiled then went to her bedroom. Her coat was laying neatly across the chair to her desk, and her purse was hanging off of it. She put on her coat and then she slung her purse over her shoulder. She examined herself once again in her mirror then she went back to Warrick.
"Okay," she said.
Warrick to her to Veladi Ranch. It was a nice restaurant and she liked the atmosphere.
"How many?" The hostess asked.
"Two nonsmoking please," Warrick said.
"Okay, right this way," she said as she grabbed two menus.
Sara hooked her arm in his as they followed the hostess to their table. No one had ever treated Sara to a nice dinner like this. She never had to dress up nicely for a date before the last two with Warrick. She had to admit, the guy got around.
"Will this table be alright for you?" The hostess asked hospitably.
Warrick looked at Sara before answering. She nodded. "Yeah, this is good."
Warrick nodded and the hostess put the menus in their spots. "A waiter will be with you shortly."
Warrick helped her with her jacket and then pulled the seat out for her. He was ever the gentleman, and Sara grinned.
"Thank you," she said as she picked up the menu. "This is very nice, Warrick."
"I'm glad you like it," he said. "And, this place is vegetarian friendly."
Sara smiled. "Thank you for keeping that in mind."
Warrick nodded.
Sara held her gaze on him for a few seconds, then she went to the menu. She turned to the vegetarian section. She looked through it. It had a lot of choices. A spinach wrap stuffed with four cheeses and green peppers, Southwestern sushi and egg rolls, classic Caesar salad, vegetable quesadillas topped with sour cream, and other choices too. She was impressed.
"Wow," she said.
"Yeah, and if you look right here, they have stuffed bell peppers," Warrick said, helping her find the item. "I'm not even vegetarian and I order that when I come here."
"Hmm," she said. "Sounds good."
"It is good," he said. "Order anything you want. This is for you."
Sara smiled. "Thank you."
The waiter came up. "Good evening, and welcome to Veladi Ranch," he said cheerfully. "My name is Brian, I'll be your server tonight. Are you folks interested in some wine or champagne off our new list?"
Warrick looked at Sara and she nodded.
"Yeah," he said.
"Okay, would you like a Merlot?"
"Sure," Warrick said.
"Alright," Brian said writing it down. "And what can I get for you tonight?"
"Um," Sara started. "I'll have the stuffed bell peppers please."
"Okay, and you sir?"
"I'll have the steak with a salad," Warrick said.
Brian nodded. "Okay," he said, picking up the menus. "Can I interest you in some appetizers or some garlic bread?"
"Bread please," Sara said.
"Alright, I'll be back with the bread and wine shortly."
Sara sipped at her water. Warrick was so good to her. She was wondering when it was a good time to tell him that she loved him. Maybe it wasn't a good time all together; after all, it was their second date, and she feared she might scare him off. Maybe it was she that was perverting his kindness to her. It was just her bouncing back from her emotional time.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked.
Sara looked at him, afraid of what to say. "Uh, nothing. I was just taking in all this. I've never been out to a place like this before. You really know how to treat a girl Warrick."
"Well, I just thought that I'd take you somewhere special," he said. "You deserve more than this, I mean…"
"Warrick," she interrupted, while putting her hand on top of his. "You've done well with me. You don't have to prove anything to me. I know you mean this from the bottom of your heart."
He put his hand atop hers and she just looked into his eyes. Sara felt her heart speed up. She didn't know what else to say. She resisted the urge to tell him how much she loved and appreciated him.
The moment was rudely broken.
"Warrick? Sara?" Hodges said incredulously.
"Hodges," Warrick and Sara said in unison. They let their hands go and sat up.
"What are you two doing here?" He asked, with his date, standing idly at his side.
"Having dinner, what else would we be doing?" Sara shot back. "Running a circus?"
Warrick stifled a grin.
Sara hated it when people asked dumb questions to which they already knew the answer.
"Sorry," he said defensively. "Anyway, I'm just surprised to see you two here…alone."
"Why don't you mind your own business for once in your life?" Warrick asked, a little peeved. "I'm beginning to see why they ran you out of LA. All up in people's grill."
Hodges rolled his eyes and then went to his table. Sara did not like Hodges all that much. He was like a fly on the wall…watching everything and then buzzing around your head, taunting. He was so annoying. He was like the clown in a class of third graders. He always made snide remarks and was always trying to pull information from people that wasn't really his business.
"God that guy is weird," Warrick said.
"Tell me about it," Sara said. "Anyway, don't let him ruin our dinner."
Their food came rather quickly, and they ate in silence for a minute, each unsure what they were going to say to one another. Sara was nervous. No amount of wine could calm her nerves. She wanted to tell Warrick everything. Everything about her breakdown, her family, everything. She couldn't hold it in forever.
"You know, I've been doing a lot of thinking and changing since I haven't been to work," she started, forking a piece of bell pepper. "And, I think I'm ready to talk about my breakdown."
Warrick looked at her. "Are you sure? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I didn't take you out just to make you talk to me. I want you to know that."
"Yeah, but," Sara started. "I think that now, since you're practically the only one who's really noticed the changes that I've made over the last couple of months, that I should be the one to talk to you, then everyone else, eventually."
"Okay," Warrick said.
Sara sighed before starting. "Okay, the day I broke down, I was not able to compose myself. I started crying in the locker room, and I went to Grissom. I wanted to know if he loved me or not."
Warrick nodded. "Yeah, he told me what he told you that day."
Sara shook her head. "To think that I wasted ten years of my life loving him, and he uses that against me. He made me think that he was the only person that I could ever love so deeply."
"Do you still think that?" Warrick asked.
Sara looked at him. Her feelings for Grissom had dissipated over the last few months. She didn't feel the same around him anymore. And since finding out that he didn't share those feelings for her, she lost her feelings for him altogether.
"No, I don't," she said.
There was a long pause before she spoke again.
"I think I've been getting over him for a long time now," she admitted. "I haven't been feeling the same about him. And on top of that, I applied for the key position not to get noticed by people at the top, but to see if Grissom would actually stop and notice me…it backfired, and now he thinks I'm a nutcase with no diversions."
"Grissom doesn't think that at all," Warrick said. "Sara, maybe it's time that you did move on with your life. That's all that Grissom wants. And if he doesn't feel the same way that you feel about him, then he doesn't deserve you. You're young, beautiful and smart. I'm sure that there is someone out there for you that will love and cherish you."
Sara nodded. "Thank you for understanding."
"You're very welcome," he said.
After about thirty more minutes, they were ready to go.
"Are you sure that I can't interest you in some dessert?" Brian asked before handing them the check.
Warrick said yes, and paid for their dinner.
Sara suggested that they walk around a bit before heading home. He stopped at a local park.
They walked in silence for a minute then Sara decided it was the right time to tell him how she felt.
"Warrick," she started.
"Yeah?"
"You know how you said that there's someone out there who will love and cherish me?"
"Yeah," he said.
"Well, I think that someone is you," she said, stopping them.
Warrick looked rather embarrassed and he looked away. Sara knew that she made a mistake. She shouldn't have told him at that moment.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"
"I do love you Sara," he confessed, taking her hands.
Sara looked up at him and grinned. "You do?"
"Yes," he said, smiling. "I just realized this a week ago. I love you. I think that you are beautiful, and special. I was afraid to tell you because I didn't think that you felt the same way."
"I love you," Sara said. "It's the same here. You have been so good to me and you've been such a good friend and-"
He interrupted her with a kiss. Sara melted and her heart felt like it was going to burst. He was a good kisser. She rested her hands on his shoulders and deepened the kiss. It was the most heart felt kiss she had ever experienced. After what seemed like an eternity, they pulled away and looked at each other.
"And…" Sara was trying to finish what she had to say, but the words left her.
"Shh," he said, putting a finger on her lips. He drew an invisible line from her lips to her chin and kissed her lightly again.
There was heat rushing all through out her body, and it was becoming harder and harder not to jump Warrick's bones right then and there. He was so damned sexy and she couldn't help but kiss him again. This time, it was deeper and more sensual.
"Hmm," Sara whimpered.
"Sara," Warrick mumbled through kisses. "Sara…"
"What?" She asked as she pulled away. She looked into his eyes. However she looked, it must have done something to his ability to speak and he just kissed her again.
They didn't know how long they had been kissing in the middle of the park, but a bright light was in their faces and they pulled away. It was a police officer of a bout fifty, and he was stern looking.
"Alright kids, go home," he said in a voice that signaled that it was not his first time saying it for his shift. "There is no PDA allowed in this park, and the next time you could be fined. Do you understand the rules of this measure?"
"Yes officer," Warrick said.
"Alright, go on," he said, then walked off.
Sara was smiling. "That was funny. I feel like I'm in high school all over again."
Sara leaned up and stole one more kiss from Warrick then she took his hand and they walked to the car.
***
When they reached her apartment, Sara pounced him again, pushing him against her door in the hallway. Warrick chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her deeper.
He found that he wanted to do more to her than just kiss her, and he tried to keep those thoughts at bay before they really took over his body.
Sara was not going to let up any time soon. He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her into him more.
"Ah, we meet again," a familiar voice called from the end of the hallway.
Sara pulled away and they looked to see that it was the same officer from the park. Sara sighed and pulled away, not bothering to fix her hair. Her lipstick had been sucked away from her lips. Warrick noticed that her lips were a bit swollen.
"Oh, don't stop on my account," he said with a smile. "I'm off duty."
Sara and Warrick smiled at each other as the officer entered his apartment. Warrick pulled her back to him and kissed her leisurely. He felt like he had been kissing her for years. She was an excellent kisser, and her lips were soft and supple. Her body was beautiful, and he let his hands travel to her hips. He had not made like this in a long time, and he was happy that it was Sara that he was making out with. He began to kiss her neck and she allowed him better access by leaning her head back. She moaned.
Her neck was creamy and soft and she smelled good too. He kissed her lips again and then Sara pulled away.
"Do you want to come in?" She asked.
Warrick didn't know what to say. Should he go in?
"Yeah," he said. He moved aside and let her open her apartment. She took his hand and led him inside.
She took off her coat and put down her purse. Warrick sat down on her couch.
"Warrick," she said, standing in front of him.
"Yeah?"
"You have me," she said simply. "You have me if you want me."
With that, she leaned down and kissed him again. Warrick was trying not to give into his body wanting hers, but she was irresistible. His hands went up her thighs to her hips and pulled her down closer to him. She was now straddled on him and she kissed him deeper. His hands were moving of their own accord as they made it to her bottom. Warrick could not contain himself any longer.
"Are you sure you want to do this Sara?" He asked breathlessly.
"Yes," she said, pressing herself against him more.
With that, he kissed her again and he began to unzip her dress. She kissed his neck as he did so, and then his hands caressed the exposed skin of her back. He felt her shudder under his touch and gasp. Her hands moved to his jacket, trying to push it off. Their lips met again and Warrick stood her up and let the dress fall to the floor in a heap. She was not wearing a bra. He stared at her breasts for a second. He could not believe that he was looking at a half naked Sara Sidle. She was beautiful. He kissed her passionately as he caressed her body.
Sara was working on trying to get his shirt off. They stumbled to her bedroom.
Warrick took off his shirt while Sara moved to his pants. She unbuckled his belt and slid it off of him and threw it to the floor. Warrick hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them down her legs.
After what seemed like an eternity trying to get each other's clothes off, they fell back onto the plush bed and kissed frantically. Warrick tucked a strand of hair away from her face as he kissed her. He'd never loved a woman as much as he loved Sara. She was beautiful, and he found himself wanting to spend every waking moment with her. He wanted to make her happy, and make love to her.
Sara wrapped her arms and legs around him. He took that as a sign that she was ready for him.
"Oh God," Sara moaned in ecstasy. "Mm…"
They made love to each other at an agonizingly slow pace. Warrick wanted to speed up, but he also wanted to savor the feeling of being with her. He didn't want it to end quickly. Sara was not having that. She urged him deeper and faster and she clung to the pillows. Warrick took her mouth again and kissed her deeply. He rolled them over so that she was on top of him. Sara took advantage of that.
"Mm…" she moaned as she tangled her fingers in her hair as she rode him. "Yes…"
Warrick put his hands on her hips. She was wild and beautiful with her face aglow with pleasure and exertion. He pulled her down to him and gave her a passionate kiss. She put her hands on his shoulders and pulled herself against him. She looked into his eyes and she saw nothing but love and adoration.
She pulled him on top of her and urged him to finish her off.
"I want you," she whispered. "Don't hold back."
Warrick kissed her and then he pressed harder into her. Sara moaned and she held tight to his shoulders. He had one hand on her thigh and the other gripping the pillow beside her head. Sara's hand traveled down his toned arm then back around his shoulder. She was close to her climax and she closed her eyes.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Mm…I'm close."
Now he was slamming into her for both her climax and his. She was screaming and moaning in unadulterated pleasure as he quickened his thrusts. Sara clung to him and dug her nails into his back as he made love to her. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. He wrapped his arms around her tiny frame and continued the frenzy of their pace.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh…" she gasped as her orgasm took over her body.
Warrick climaxed as well and he pulled her to him harshly and they climaxed together.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too," he whispered back.
They clung to each other for a while, content, happy, and satisfied.
