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A/N: Spoilers? Yup! Mostly from Season 4's "Butterflied."
CH.3:
"WoooHoooooo! Mix it up, Mr. DJ!" Nick hooted as Warrick took his place in the booth.
"I'm gonna get you, Man." Warrick mouthed at him while shaking his head. He waved to Catherine and Sara as well, thrilled his friends had stopped by to watch him work his musical magic.
After about a half an hour, Catherine nudged Nick.
"Time to go, Nicky. Duty calls." Catherine waved to Warrick to let him know they were leaving. He nodded, and smiled.
"Aw, man. I was just making some serious eye-contact with that waitress." Nick smiled at the girl at the bar, who in turn, waved to him. Catherine rolled her eyes, and grabbed his arm.
"C'mon, Romeo. Glad you came out tonight, Sara. This was fun. Gimme a call if you want to go for drinks some time, or shopping." Catherine meant it too. She had had fun chatting with Sara. It was actually a relief on some level to know the mighty Sara Sidle was only human like the rest of them. There's always farther to fall when you're up on a pedestal.
"Drinks sound good some time. Good luck tonight." Sara waved as they left. To her surprise, she was sad to see them leave. She looked up at the DJ booth to see Warrick swaying to the beat with his eyes closed. She envied him. She doubted she could ever get up in front of a group like this, and just let loose. She looked around the crowded room for a waitress to get another drink. The idea of waded through the swaying mob of club-goers didn't quite appeal to her. As she was about to get up, the waitress came, and placed a fresh drink in front of her.
"Thanks, but I didn't order this." She looked at the bright green drink questioningly.
The waitress smiled at her appreciatively.
"It's from the cute older guy over there at the bar." The girl pointed out Lurie who in turn raised his own glass to her, and smiled.
"Thanks." Sara smiled to the waitress, and accepted the drink.
"Don't thank me. He's hot for a 'Hefner'." The waitress winked before headed back to her work.
"It's not often I run into the same beautiful face twice." Lurie took a seat across the table from Sara, and smiled. Only he knew of his words' double meaning.
"Thanks for the drink." She took a cautious sip before drinking more deeply. It was good.
"What is this? It's really good." Sara grinned at him. He really was quite good looking. He reminded her a little of Grissom. The thought amused her. Grissom would never be caught dead in a night club.
"It's a Midori sour. It's got Midori melon liquor, whiskey sour, and Sprite in it. It's one of my favorites." He smiled at her. She really was quite striking. "My name's Vincent, by the way." He reached out a hand.
"Sara. Nice to meet you, Vincent." She shook his hand. Maybe her first night out in eons would be memorable after all.
"What brings you to the 'Neon Lites' tonight?" Vincent was relieved she hadn't shortened his name to 'Vince.' He despised that name.
"The DJ's a friend of mine from work. I came with a group of colleagues to watch him do his thing. It's not my usual scene, but I hate to break a promise." Sara shrugged.
"Aw. Well, keeping promises is more important than personal comfort sometimes." He nodded. This woman was honorable. She wasn't flighty, or ditzy, or a party-monger. Lurie smiled appreciatively at her. He could just tell she had a very serious mind. He was fascinated. It was as if he was being given a second chance by fate. Only this time he was the one in charge. The fates knew his actions had been just.
"It's not so bad." Sara returned his smile. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, or the moment, but she felt compelled to speak openly to this man she'd only met briefly once before. "In fact, it's turned out pretty good so far."
They sat, and spoke for several hours as the noisy clubs boomed around them. Warrick would occasionally cast his eyes down to see how she was doing. He smiled to himself. To him it looked like shy little Sara had found an equally shy hook-up.
'Good for you, Sara.' Warrick thought to himself as he spun a new mix out onto the dance-floor.
"Well, I really need to be going. This has been really nice, Vincent." Sara was genuinely happy with the turn her night had taken. This man was amazing. She felt like she was back in college during the good times.
"Would you like me to call you a cab?" Vincent played things just right. No offering her a ride home the first night. No diving into his or her temptations. This game was his to play, and he would have things done in their proper order.
"Thanks. That would be great."
Lurie flipped open his phone, and waited for the signal to increase as they made their way out towards the entrance. As they stood waiting for her cab, Sara felt the urge to ask him for his number. She didn't have any logical reasons not to. Grissom certainly wasn't pining for her. Why should she save herself for him at risk of losing something else?
"Would it be awfully forward of me to give you my card?" Vincent Lurie oozed genteel nature as he reached inside his vest pocket.
"I'd like that." Sara read the card. "You're a bio-medical consultant? That must be an exciting field right now." She was impressed. Cute and smart. Not too shabby. Sara pulled her own card out, and handed it to Lurie. Why not? If he was turned off by what she did for a living, then she didn't want him anyway.
"Wow. I'm impressed. A criminalist?" Lurie masked his fear well. He never imagined that she might be in law enforcement. Still, he hadn't been convicted; merely questioned.
"Well, I actually went to school for physics." Sara added, for some reason feeling the urge to make herself sound more acceptable to him.
"Physics? Really? That was always my favorite back at Yale. Where did you study?"
"Harvard for undergrad. Cornell for grad school and for my masters."
Just as Lurie was about to ask how on earth she'd ended up in law enforcement, her cab arrived.
"That's me. Thanks again, Vincent. I really had a nice time." Sara smiled at him.
Vincent leaned down, and placed a kiss on her forehead. Sara smiled, and got in her cab. He watched as the cab sped off towards her home. He flipped the card over in his hand. LVPD Crime Labs. So. She worked with him, the one man who seemed to understand him. He squinted at the card again. Could Sara be the one he had alluded to? If so, this conquest would be twice as sweet.
A/N: Spoilers? Yup! Mostly from Season 4's "Butterflied."
CH.3:
"WoooHoooooo! Mix it up, Mr. DJ!" Nick hooted as Warrick took his place in the booth.
"I'm gonna get you, Man." Warrick mouthed at him while shaking his head. He waved to Catherine and Sara as well, thrilled his friends had stopped by to watch him work his musical magic.
After about a half an hour, Catherine nudged Nick.
"Time to go, Nicky. Duty calls." Catherine waved to Warrick to let him know they were leaving. He nodded, and smiled.
"Aw, man. I was just making some serious eye-contact with that waitress." Nick smiled at the girl at the bar, who in turn, waved to him. Catherine rolled her eyes, and grabbed his arm.
"C'mon, Romeo. Glad you came out tonight, Sara. This was fun. Gimme a call if you want to go for drinks some time, or shopping." Catherine meant it too. She had had fun chatting with Sara. It was actually a relief on some level to know the mighty Sara Sidle was only human like the rest of them. There's always farther to fall when you're up on a pedestal.
"Drinks sound good some time. Good luck tonight." Sara waved as they left. To her surprise, she was sad to see them leave. She looked up at the DJ booth to see Warrick swaying to the beat with his eyes closed. She envied him. She doubted she could ever get up in front of a group like this, and just let loose. She looked around the crowded room for a waitress to get another drink. The idea of waded through the swaying mob of club-goers didn't quite appeal to her. As she was about to get up, the waitress came, and placed a fresh drink in front of her.
"Thanks, but I didn't order this." She looked at the bright green drink questioningly.
The waitress smiled at her appreciatively.
"It's from the cute older guy over there at the bar." The girl pointed out Lurie who in turn raised his own glass to her, and smiled.
"Thanks." Sara smiled to the waitress, and accepted the drink.
"Don't thank me. He's hot for a 'Hefner'." The waitress winked before headed back to her work.
"It's not often I run into the same beautiful face twice." Lurie took a seat across the table from Sara, and smiled. Only he knew of his words' double meaning.
"Thanks for the drink." She took a cautious sip before drinking more deeply. It was good.
"What is this? It's really good." Sara grinned at him. He really was quite good looking. He reminded her a little of Grissom. The thought amused her. Grissom would never be caught dead in a night club.
"It's a Midori sour. It's got Midori melon liquor, whiskey sour, and Sprite in it. It's one of my favorites." He smiled at her. She really was quite striking. "My name's Vincent, by the way." He reached out a hand.
"Sara. Nice to meet you, Vincent." She shook his hand. Maybe her first night out in eons would be memorable after all.
"What brings you to the 'Neon Lites' tonight?" Vincent was relieved she hadn't shortened his name to 'Vince.' He despised that name.
"The DJ's a friend of mine from work. I came with a group of colleagues to watch him do his thing. It's not my usual scene, but I hate to break a promise." Sara shrugged.
"Aw. Well, keeping promises is more important than personal comfort sometimes." He nodded. This woman was honorable. She wasn't flighty, or ditzy, or a party-monger. Lurie smiled appreciatively at her. He could just tell she had a very serious mind. He was fascinated. It was as if he was being given a second chance by fate. Only this time he was the one in charge. The fates knew his actions had been just.
"It's not so bad." Sara returned his smile. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, or the moment, but she felt compelled to speak openly to this man she'd only met briefly once before. "In fact, it's turned out pretty good so far."
They sat, and spoke for several hours as the noisy clubs boomed around them. Warrick would occasionally cast his eyes down to see how she was doing. He smiled to himself. To him it looked like shy little Sara had found an equally shy hook-up.
'Good for you, Sara.' Warrick thought to himself as he spun a new mix out onto the dance-floor.
"Well, I really need to be going. This has been really nice, Vincent." Sara was genuinely happy with the turn her night had taken. This man was amazing. She felt like she was back in college during the good times.
"Would you like me to call you a cab?" Vincent played things just right. No offering her a ride home the first night. No diving into his or her temptations. This game was his to play, and he would have things done in their proper order.
"Thanks. That would be great."
Lurie flipped open his phone, and waited for the signal to increase as they made their way out towards the entrance. As they stood waiting for her cab, Sara felt the urge to ask him for his number. She didn't have any logical reasons not to. Grissom certainly wasn't pining for her. Why should she save herself for him at risk of losing something else?
"Would it be awfully forward of me to give you my card?" Vincent Lurie oozed genteel nature as he reached inside his vest pocket.
"I'd like that." Sara read the card. "You're a bio-medical consultant? That must be an exciting field right now." She was impressed. Cute and smart. Not too shabby. Sara pulled her own card out, and handed it to Lurie. Why not? If he was turned off by what she did for a living, then she didn't want him anyway.
"Wow. I'm impressed. A criminalist?" Lurie masked his fear well. He never imagined that she might be in law enforcement. Still, he hadn't been convicted; merely questioned.
"Well, I actually went to school for physics." Sara added, for some reason feeling the urge to make herself sound more acceptable to him.
"Physics? Really? That was always my favorite back at Yale. Where did you study?"
"Harvard for undergrad. Cornell for grad school and for my masters."
Just as Lurie was about to ask how on earth she'd ended up in law enforcement, her cab arrived.
"That's me. Thanks again, Vincent. I really had a nice time." Sara smiled at him.
Vincent leaned down, and placed a kiss on her forehead. Sara smiled, and got in her cab. He watched as the cab sped off towards her home. He flipped the card over in his hand. LVPD Crime Labs. So. She worked with him, the one man who seemed to understand him. He squinted at the card again. Could Sara be the one he had alluded to? If so, this conquest would be twice as sweet.