I had never really thought about Warrick and Sara together, but then I read an interview with Gary Dourdan where he said the thought there was some great sexual tension between the two of them. So, here it is.

I don't own the characters, blah blah.

I woke up in a cold sweat, the bright sunlight burning my eyes. Damn, what was THAT all about? A dream about Warrick, really? That is so unlike me! I mean, Warrick.. he's a nice guy, and very attractive, but I've never thought about him in that way before.

I groaned. My dreams have always had control over my conscious, no matter what. If I had a dream about Warrick, that meant only one thing: I wanted him. Bad.

I looked at the clock - 9:30 PM, a few hours before shift started. I only had about four hours of sleep, but I didn't want to chance having more dreams tonight. Besides, sleeping was never a high priority anyway. I'd rather sit on the sofa and listen to police scanners when I'm not at work. It was a strange hobby, I know, but I really couldn't get enough of the crime enforcement life. It's just who I am, and I finally became comfortable enough to admit that to myself.

I took a long shower and tried my hardest not to think dirty thoughts about Warrick.

But, in a way, it was almost refreshing to have someone else to think about. It had been Grissom for so very, very long that a new thought about someone that wasn't him was a shock to the system. I loved him more than I had ever loved anybody, but he made it crystal clear that his work came before me. For a while, I focused so hard on penetrating that mindset that I got lost in it, and that was wrong of me. But, I thankfully learn from my mistakes. Gil Grissom was now just a fading thought in my mind.

As I got dressed in my usual uniform, a tank top and jeans, I thought about my working relationship with Warrick. We were on really rocky ground there at first, but that was just because I didn't really see his character. All I saw was a gambling addict who dropped the ball and was responsible for the death of that poor young Holly. But over the years I got to know him, and my respect has grown immensely for this talented and thoughtful man. I was proud to not only call him my colleague, but my friend as well.

I drove the short distance to work thinking about what this new "crush" meant for me and Warrick. We were great friends, but I had no idea how we would be as lovers. We were both very stubborn people, and I wasn't really sure how that would work in a relationship.

I sat too long at a green light and the car behind me honked. I shook off thoughts of a relationship with Warrick. It was just a dream! That doesn't mean we're going to get married or anything! "Damn, Sara, get control over yourself, you're about to go to work. The victims need you to have a clear head," I said out loud to nobody in particular.

I pulled up to the building and sat in my car for a full five minutes before I gathered enough courage to go in. I had done that many times before of course, but it was because of someone else, not Warrick.

"Get a hold of yourself Sidle", I tried to warn myself before I turned the car off. "This is a potentially dangerous situation. You were in love with Grissom for so long and then you FINALLY had a chance to go to work with no strings attached, no baggage at all. Are you sure you want to get into this?"

I wasn't sure of anything, but I knew it was time to go to work.