DISCLAIMER : I don't own CSI nor it's characters. Everything belongs to the brains behind this wonderful show. Props go out to them. :D

AUTHOR'S NOTE : I am still uncertain as to what title I'm going to use for this fic. Please read and reviews will be much apprecited. It's all about Sara and Grissom here. :D

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CHAPTER I

Warrick was early for work. He didn't need to be at the lab for an hour yet. What he would have loved was to go to the Tangiers and gamble, but he didn't want to disappoint Grissom anymore. His gambling addiction has caused enough trouble. He was over that. Instead, here he was inside some unknown bar called "Tikirocks" drinking a bottle of beer to pull him through the night.

The place wasn't all that bad. True, there weren't a lot of customers in it, but that was maybe part of the charm that drew him into it. He just didn't feel like crowds tonight. He'd been feeling stressed at work lately.

There was a narrow stage and an amateur singer on stage. He didn't have your usual celebrity singing voice, but they weren't bad either. The one that was on had just finished his set of 5 songs. He may have been rocky at some parts but most of his performance was nothing short of good.

Warrick took another sip of his beer. Enjoying the feel of the cold liquid flowing down his throat.

"Ladies and Gents," started the bar owner. He had stepped up the small stage, replacing the guy who moments ago was pouring out his heart with songs. "Please, give a hand for Bobby!" There was a good amount of applause from the scant audience, most of it coming from one of the tables that was occupied by what looked like Bobby's friends. A smirk came to Warrick's dark face and he said to himself, "Now, there's moral support for you."

"Now, we have someone who, from time to time comes here to sing us a song." The owner started talking again. Trying to solicit the audience's attention. "She's a lovely woman with a lovely voice. So, please, come and welcome Sara!"

Warrick's thoughts immediately went to his colleague, Sara Sidle, at the mention of the singer's name. He sighed momentarily. Lately, she had been looking much paler than usual. To him, she looked defeated. She hardly joked around with them anymore. She spent hours in the lab, despite maxing out on her overtime. "I have to talk to her about this," he thought, taking another deep sip. "I gotta find out what's on her mind. She needs to snap out of this."

"Do I consult with Grissom?" The question hung inside his mind because at that moment, 'Sara', the singer stepped up on stage.

Warrick's jaw dropped. Was he imagining it, or was it really Sara Sidle up on that stage? He remembered Nick telling him about Sara's singing. Nick mentioned that she sounded good. And he had once heard her himself, humming some tune while in the lab. Warrick never thought that she'd be on stage though. It wasn't like her, actually. He never figured her to be someone who dropped her usual tough exterior and be on this kind of spotlight.

Anticipation tingled all through out Warrick's body. He prayed that Sara would be good at this. Thankful that most of the bar's lights were centered around the audience area, he shifted in his seat to get a better look of the stage. He didn't wish for Sara to see him. He was sure that if she wanted people to know that she did this, she would have told them by now.

"Hi." Sara's greeting sounded more like a whisper to his ears. Warrick's hand tightened around his beer bottle. He saw Sara take a deep breath to calm herself and then she bowed her head.

The band started playing the intro to the song. He wasn't familiar with it, but he didn't care. All he cared about was seeing Sara perform. He saw Sara close her eyes and lift her face up to the microphone.

Awe struck him as the first few lines of the song floated from her lips.

I've seen this place a thousand times.

I've felt this all before.

And everytime you call, I've waited there, as though you might not call at all.

I know this face I'm wearing now.

I've seen this in my eyes.

And though it feels so great, I'm still afraid that you'll be leaving anytime.

Every second that passed by seemed like an hour to Warrick. Sara's voice was amazing. Amazing was an understatement. She sang the song with pure emotion, he could tell by her body language. Never had he seen her so vulnerable.

The song flowed smoothly from Sara. He caught himself taking sharp breaths everytime she sang the chorus.

Don't say you love me unless forever.

Don't tell me you need me, if you're not going to stay.

Don't give me this feeling, I'll only belive it. Make it real, or take it all away.

"Dammit Grissom!" He cursed to himself. He knew who the song was for. Everyone in the lab knew about the whole Sara-Grissom thing. Everyone was intrigued about it. They all wanted to see them together. Everyone knew they've been dacing around each other for years. Nobody knew what really went on between them, but they knew it was beyond physical attraction.

Warrick had heard rumours about Grissom's rejection of the dinner date posted by Sara. He really wasn't one for gossip, but he believed it, seeing how Sara's tough exterior hardening even more just after that.

He saw, now, the reason why she had been distant. Why there were no more of those flirting smiles and meaningful looks between Grissom and her. Once again, Grissom, being Grissom, had pushed Sara away.

Warrick was snatched back to reality when he realized that Sara had finished singing. As opposed to the meager applause that 'Bobby' received for his performance, Sara's audience were so captivated that she received a more enthusiastic 'thank you' from them.

Warrick felt a sense of pride, hearing the cheers and the applause from the people at the bar. His heart swelled for Sara.

With a husky "Thank you", Sara left the spotlight of the stage, said a few words to the bar owner and went backstage.

Warrick drained the remains of his beers, handed his payment to the bartender and left the bar before he'd have the unfortunate possibility of running into Sara.