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here's the next chappie. i know this is kinda boring not to mention short but my muse fell asleep today.
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Some people spend a lifetime looking for love
And I had love right here all the time
Why did I try to deny it, deep inside I just couldn't fight it
You turned my life around…
The convention the next morning was your typical formal gathering of doctors, coroners, crime scene investigators, police officers, professors and students. Sara's and the LV CSI arrived early to get good seats and more time to talk and get acquainted. She deliberately wore her most expensive dress, a ruby red cocktail dress that hugged her curves and accented her skin color. On her neck was a pearl choker with matching earrings and bracelet. She wore just a simple band of gold with a small sapphire on it, her birthstone. Her hair was down and make-up was at the minimal.
Hannah was a stunner too. Little black dress with 2-inch stilettos and sparkling in silver. Archie Johnson, dressed in white tux, became a part of her accessories as soon as they arrived at the convention. Catherine cannot be beat either. Dark emerald dress fit for the red-carpet of the Academy Awards. Grissom couldn't agree more. For the rarest of times, Greg Sanders was formal. No outrageous colors; even his tie was checkered blue and his hair was matted down neatly. The ever formal Warrick and Nick were head-turners; practically all female participants turn their heads and giggle.
NICK
Uh-oh, here they come. I try and concentrate on what Greg was telling me about the NYPD CSI and the seniors from Baylor University. "So Nicky-boy… why won't we check out the girls. I mean…" Greggo, I can't. My eyes already spotted someone. Damn it! Focus on what your colleague is rambling about. "…Man, what better to have a girl from the same line of work… more communication, understanding…" Greggo, I of all people must know how that feels. Shit, they're coming closer. Okay, okay… I've run out of curses.
"Hey guys!" her sweet voice filled my ears. I managed a smile but I realized she wasn't facing me but Grissom. No use on being jealous, though. "This is Charles Damien, CSI3 and Alberta Davis, CSI1. You all know Hannah already." The girl gave a wave so as the others. Hannah headed straight to Archie and they dove into a quiet conversation. Way to go, Johnson! Young Greg spotted his perfect candidate. And I must say, this Alberta Davis is more of his type. She has jet black hair with blue streaks and an eyebrow ring. If I'm not mistaken, also a nose ring. She might have the same idea because her gaze was at our direction and it's not to me. "Let's go in then."
Archie and Hannah I bet were already inside. Warrick had a brother-brother bonding with Charles Damien. Grissom and Catherine… don't ask. So with Greg and Alberta. "Oh please, call me AD," she said in her bubbly tone which was very unbecoming with her look.
As I was turning me heel to follow my supervisor, someone reminded me of HER existence. "Care to escort me in, Nick?" she said. I looked at her and once again was amazed by her form. She was filled out on some parts and she haven't aged a day.
I took her hand and joked, "Who said chivalry was dead?" She gave me that sweet chuckle and we went in.
SARA
Step one: have the courage to come up and talk to him. Check. Step two: walk hand-in-hand with him. Check. Step three: joke with him. Check, I guess. Step four: take a seat next to him and talk to him some more. Uh… Sara Sidle, lost for words.
Once we were settled, the awkwardness began building up. The two of us looked like shy teenagers amongst the table of the popular crowd. Hannah was having a blast. Her unofficial date was holding her hand and they were laughing. AD and Greg were instant 'friends'… I can see it in their eyes. Charles found someone to look up to. Clearly, Warrick had the experience to share with him to make him work better. As for the other two, locked up in their own little bubble. Good thing they haven't openly kissed yet.
Nick was playing with the table cloth and swaying from side to side. He does this when he's nervous. I usually kept my composure and stayed still. "So," he started, "what's up? I mean, what are you up to lately?" I glared at him. "Okay, I'm sorry. I know that sounded stupid."
"No, no," I smiled. "I'm just surprised you bothered to ask those questions." He glared back looking hurt. "You know the answers. It's me, Sara Sidle. All work, no play. Anti-social and now a former vegetarian."
"And 'the boss'," he finished. We burst into a slight laugh. "You look beautiful tonight, Sara." Oh stop saying my name! You know it drives me wild hearing those two syllables roll off your tongue.
"Thanks, Nick," I said. "You always look good." Hell, why does this male human being make me forget the whole Webster's dictionary in a heartbeat. Nevertheless, this is Nick. He's supposed to do that. And I am Sara… and I love him.
here's the next chappie. i know this is kinda boring not to mention short but my muse fell asleep today.
reviews feed her and it'll be nice.... thank you and enjoy!
Some people spend a lifetime looking for love
And I had love right here all the time
Why did I try to deny it, deep inside I just couldn't fight it
You turned my life around…
The convention the next morning was your typical formal gathering of doctors, coroners, crime scene investigators, police officers, professors and students. Sara's and the LV CSI arrived early to get good seats and more time to talk and get acquainted. She deliberately wore her most expensive dress, a ruby red cocktail dress that hugged her curves and accented her skin color. On her neck was a pearl choker with matching earrings and bracelet. She wore just a simple band of gold with a small sapphire on it, her birthstone. Her hair was down and make-up was at the minimal.
Hannah was a stunner too. Little black dress with 2-inch stilettos and sparkling in silver. Archie Johnson, dressed in white tux, became a part of her accessories as soon as they arrived at the convention. Catherine cannot be beat either. Dark emerald dress fit for the red-carpet of the Academy Awards. Grissom couldn't agree more. For the rarest of times, Greg Sanders was formal. No outrageous colors; even his tie was checkered blue and his hair was matted down neatly. The ever formal Warrick and Nick were head-turners; practically all female participants turn their heads and giggle.
NICK
Uh-oh, here they come. I try and concentrate on what Greg was telling me about the NYPD CSI and the seniors from Baylor University. "So Nicky-boy… why won't we check out the girls. I mean…" Greggo, I can't. My eyes already spotted someone. Damn it! Focus on what your colleague is rambling about. "…Man, what better to have a girl from the same line of work… more communication, understanding…" Greggo, I of all people must know how that feels. Shit, they're coming closer. Okay, okay… I've run out of curses.
"Hey guys!" her sweet voice filled my ears. I managed a smile but I realized she wasn't facing me but Grissom. No use on being jealous, though. "This is Charles Damien, CSI3 and Alberta Davis, CSI1. You all know Hannah already." The girl gave a wave so as the others. Hannah headed straight to Archie and they dove into a quiet conversation. Way to go, Johnson! Young Greg spotted his perfect candidate. And I must say, this Alberta Davis is more of his type. She has jet black hair with blue streaks and an eyebrow ring. If I'm not mistaken, also a nose ring. She might have the same idea because her gaze was at our direction and it's not to me. "Let's go in then."
Archie and Hannah I bet were already inside. Warrick had a brother-brother bonding with Charles Damien. Grissom and Catherine… don't ask. So with Greg and Alberta. "Oh please, call me AD," she said in her bubbly tone which was very unbecoming with her look.
As I was turning me heel to follow my supervisor, someone reminded me of HER existence. "Care to escort me in, Nick?" she said. I looked at her and once again was amazed by her form. She was filled out on some parts and she haven't aged a day.
I took her hand and joked, "Who said chivalry was dead?" She gave me that sweet chuckle and we went in.
SARA
Step one: have the courage to come up and talk to him. Check. Step two: walk hand-in-hand with him. Check. Step three: joke with him. Check, I guess. Step four: take a seat next to him and talk to him some more. Uh… Sara Sidle, lost for words.
Once we were settled, the awkwardness began building up. The two of us looked like shy teenagers amongst the table of the popular crowd. Hannah was having a blast. Her unofficial date was holding her hand and they were laughing. AD and Greg were instant 'friends'… I can see it in their eyes. Charles found someone to look up to. Clearly, Warrick had the experience to share with him to make him work better. As for the other two, locked up in their own little bubble. Good thing they haven't openly kissed yet.
Nick was playing with the table cloth and swaying from side to side. He does this when he's nervous. I usually kept my composure and stayed still. "So," he started, "what's up? I mean, what are you up to lately?" I glared at him. "Okay, I'm sorry. I know that sounded stupid."
"No, no," I smiled. "I'm just surprised you bothered to ask those questions." He glared back looking hurt. "You know the answers. It's me, Sara Sidle. All work, no play. Anti-social and now a former vegetarian."
"And 'the boss'," he finished. We burst into a slight laugh. "You look beautiful tonight, Sara." Oh stop saying my name! You know it drives me wild hearing those two syllables roll off your tongue.
"Thanks, Nick," I said. "You always look good." Hell, why does this male human being make me forget the whole Webster's dictionary in a heartbeat. Nevertheless, this is Nick. He's supposed to do that. And I am Sara… and I love him.