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A/N: Spoilers? Yup! Mostly from Season 4's "Butterflied." Hehehe. . .while I was writing this the S. McLachlan song "Stupid" came on. How very appropriate!
CH.4:
Sara stuck the business card under a magnet on her fridge. She smiled. It had been a very long time since anyone had given her their number. She tried to think that Hank didn't count. Besides, he had never really given her his number. They always just met at the movies, or at a diner someplace. Vincent was different. He was so familiar to her. She couldn't shake that feeling that she had met him before. She read his card. 'Vincent Mathers – Bio-Medical Research Consultant.' She was usually pretty good with names and faces, but she had never met a Mathers before.
As she prepared to take a shower, and head in to bed, her cell phone rang.
"Sidle."
"Hey, Sar! Just wanted to make sure you got home safe." Nick's voice was full of amusement.
"Yeah. I took a cab."
"Huh. . .I just got off the phone with Warrick."
Sara knew what Nick was fishing for, and grinned.
"He walked me out to the curb, and waited for a cab with me. I'm alone, you perv."
Nick chuckled.
"Just watching your back. Glad you had a nice time. Ew. . .Grissom just gave me one of those looks. Gotta go!"
Sara knew those looks all too well.
"Night, Nicky." Sara sighed, and placed her phone on the counter ext to her pager. Her head was still a bit fuzzy from the drinks, but she felt good. Now for a shower and bed.
Outside Sara's building, Lurie sat in his warm Mercedes looking up at her window. Straight home, and to bed alone; just like she'd said. No lies. He liked that. He wondered if she had a cat or dog, or some other means of comfort for the lonelier nights. It didn't matter. She would have him as company soon enough. He was going to make sure of that.
Part of him questioned the sanity of sitting outside someone's complex in the dark. However, his motives were just. He was merely watching over her well-being. She fascinated him. He had loved watching the broad smile he knew so well spreading across her face that night, and was so pleased to see yet another difference between Sara and Debbie. A small gap in her front teeth; something the Debbie he had known would never have tolerated. She was such a snob. Nothing was ever good enough for her for very long.
Lurie's hands were balled up in anger. His jaw was clinched, and he could feel his blood raging through him as his ears rang. The odd mixture of need and hate and fear was seeping back in, and he was powerless to ward it off. He started his engine, and headed home. Since the hospital had requested he leave after the whole investigation, he had plenty of time on his angry hands. Plenty of time for her. For them. He would have her again. He knew it. He just knew this was how fate was repaying him for all the pain. He turned up his AC, and sped back to his house in the suburbs.
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Nick smiled as he closed his phone, and reholstered it to his belt.
"Was that Sara?" Grissom looked up eagerly. He still felt the sting of her anger. He wanted her to get help. He had thought giving her time off would allow her time to deal with whatever was causing her so much stress; be it the job or something else. It was the 'something else' that caused him guilt.
Catherine arched her eyebrows at Grissom, and smirked at Nick, glad not to be him.
"Uh, yeah."
"Hmm. Good." Grissom tried not to sound too interested.
Nick shuffled his feet uneasily.
"We, uh, Catherine, Sara and me, went to see Warrick DJ tonight before shift. Sara took a cab, so I just called to make sure she got in ok." Nick could barely look him in the eyes. Catherine watched the two men with a hint of amusement.
"You just called her?" Suddenly it occurred to Grissom that they were halfway through the shift.
"Yeah?" Nick took a seat behind the desk as if for protection from a bully.
"Gil, for pete's sake!" Catherine groaned. "Sara's a big girl. We left her at the club. She had a great time, and came home just before they closed up shop. Happy now?"
Grissom narrowed his eyes at her. She was right. He was acting foolish. Still, he couldn't imagine Sara staying at a club alone for so long.
"Was she drinking?" Grissom couldn't let it rest.
"Grissom, why don't you just call her?" Catherine patted his shoulder as she left the room.
Nick hid his head in an Autobahn Society magazine. Grissom looked down at his shoes, and headed back for his office. This was ridiculous. He would call Sara before the next shift. He had let this tension between them go on long enough.
A/N: Spoilers? Yup! Mostly from Season 4's "Butterflied." Hehehe. . .while I was writing this the S. McLachlan song "Stupid" came on. How very appropriate!
CH.4:
Sara stuck the business card under a magnet on her fridge. She smiled. It had been a very long time since anyone had given her their number. She tried to think that Hank didn't count. Besides, he had never really given her his number. They always just met at the movies, or at a diner someplace. Vincent was different. He was so familiar to her. She couldn't shake that feeling that she had met him before. She read his card. 'Vincent Mathers – Bio-Medical Research Consultant.' She was usually pretty good with names and faces, but she had never met a Mathers before.
As she prepared to take a shower, and head in to bed, her cell phone rang.
"Sidle."
"Hey, Sar! Just wanted to make sure you got home safe." Nick's voice was full of amusement.
"Yeah. I took a cab."
"Huh. . .I just got off the phone with Warrick."
Sara knew what Nick was fishing for, and grinned.
"He walked me out to the curb, and waited for a cab with me. I'm alone, you perv."
Nick chuckled.
"Just watching your back. Glad you had a nice time. Ew. . .Grissom just gave me one of those looks. Gotta go!"
Sara knew those looks all too well.
"Night, Nicky." Sara sighed, and placed her phone on the counter ext to her pager. Her head was still a bit fuzzy from the drinks, but she felt good. Now for a shower and bed.
Outside Sara's building, Lurie sat in his warm Mercedes looking up at her window. Straight home, and to bed alone; just like she'd said. No lies. He liked that. He wondered if she had a cat or dog, or some other means of comfort for the lonelier nights. It didn't matter. She would have him as company soon enough. He was going to make sure of that.
Part of him questioned the sanity of sitting outside someone's complex in the dark. However, his motives were just. He was merely watching over her well-being. She fascinated him. He had loved watching the broad smile he knew so well spreading across her face that night, and was so pleased to see yet another difference between Sara and Debbie. A small gap in her front teeth; something the Debbie he had known would never have tolerated. She was such a snob. Nothing was ever good enough for her for very long.
Lurie's hands were balled up in anger. His jaw was clinched, and he could feel his blood raging through him as his ears rang. The odd mixture of need and hate and fear was seeping back in, and he was powerless to ward it off. He started his engine, and headed home. Since the hospital had requested he leave after the whole investigation, he had plenty of time on his angry hands. Plenty of time for her. For them. He would have her again. He knew it. He just knew this was how fate was repaying him for all the pain. He turned up his AC, and sped back to his house in the suburbs.
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Nick smiled as he closed his phone, and reholstered it to his belt.
"Was that Sara?" Grissom looked up eagerly. He still felt the sting of her anger. He wanted her to get help. He had thought giving her time off would allow her time to deal with whatever was causing her so much stress; be it the job or something else. It was the 'something else' that caused him guilt.
Catherine arched her eyebrows at Grissom, and smirked at Nick, glad not to be him.
"Uh, yeah."
"Hmm. Good." Grissom tried not to sound too interested.
Nick shuffled his feet uneasily.
"We, uh, Catherine, Sara and me, went to see Warrick DJ tonight before shift. Sara took a cab, so I just called to make sure she got in ok." Nick could barely look him in the eyes. Catherine watched the two men with a hint of amusement.
"You just called her?" Suddenly it occurred to Grissom that they were halfway through the shift.
"Yeah?" Nick took a seat behind the desk as if for protection from a bully.
"Gil, for pete's sake!" Catherine groaned. "Sara's a big girl. We left her at the club. She had a great time, and came home just before they closed up shop. Happy now?"
Grissom narrowed his eyes at her. She was right. He was acting foolish. Still, he couldn't imagine Sara staying at a club alone for so long.
"Was she drinking?" Grissom couldn't let it rest.
"Grissom, why don't you just call her?" Catherine patted his shoulder as she left the room.
Nick hid his head in an Autobahn Society magazine. Grissom looked down at his shoes, and headed back for his office. This was ridiculous. He would call Sara before the next shift. He had let this tension between them go on long enough.