Summary: Sara/Gabriel. Sara tries to escape her bad day but Gabriel won't let her hide.

A/N: Ther's no real plot. At least, I don't believe there is. Season 2 characters. Gabriel's himself, no Irons in him at all.

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The day had been long and tiring, yet she couldn't rest. There was much too much on her mind to even sleep any more. It never failed, Sara would lay there awake for hours, only to fall asleep just before sunrise. One hour of sleep was not enough to function on, especaily when your job required all of your attention. Work had been a complete disaster.

'If only Dante had arrived a few minutes later!' Sara thought angerly as she pushed her way through the crowded club.

The place was perfect to get lost in. No one knew you and if you sat in a corner, no one would even see you. Just the place to go if you wanted to forget and get lost in your own personal oblivion. A place of shadowed loneliness.

The base could be felt on any surface and through one's chest as everyone clung to their known areas and friends.

Sara sat at a small table and stared off into space as her mind slowly examined the day and everything that had happened. The worst part by far, even worse than dumping a full cup of coffee in her own lap had been when the Witchblade activated at a crime scene. Bringing the weapon inder control Sara managed to keep any one from seeing her wrist. That is, untill the captain showded up and grabbed Sara's wrist to get her attention. The Blade had pinched three of Dante's fingers on his right hand as it returned to looking like a normal braclet.

'He didn't leave me alone for the rest of the day.' Sara mentally growled, 'I couldn't even piss without questions being asked.'

Once her mind rehashed everything Sara would be free to shut her mind down and just sit there, watching the lights and people cross the floor.

"You wanna dance?" a voice caused Sara to jump.

Turning she came face to face with a handsome guy, "Uh, I'm not really in the mood for dancing or company."

It was mean but it was the truth.

The guy shrugged and walked off, leaving her to wonder why she hadn't even noticed his aproach. Why did she insist on being alone?

The loud music and flashing lights dulled the need to move or even think. If she sat there long enough, maybe she'd be able to fall asleep.

Not the brightest of ideas, she knew but not having enough sleep in over two weeks was starting to drive her insane.

'Insane?' she thought with a laugh, 'If I'm not there already then I'd sure as Hell like to know where I've been.'

"Sara?"

Looking up Sara saw Gabriel walking over to her little table.

"Why are you sitting alone?" He asked.

"I'm not in the mood for company." she answered truthfully.

"Bad day?" he sat in the chair next to hers.

"To say the least." she smiled ruefully.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" his face held genuin concern.

"Not now." she sighed, "Hence the only spot without a group of people." Sara gestured at the area around them.

It was quite empty.

"Do you want to maybe dance?" Gabriel leaned in as he asked to keep from yelling over the music.

"Not really."

"What?!" Gabriel laughed and faked a hurt look, "I haven't seen you in nearly three weeks and you don't want to even dance?"

He was right. Sara hadn't seen him since the whole CiberFaust incident.Since the whole 'kiss' thing. She was pleased to find him looking heathly and happy.

"How have you been?" she asked as he grinned.

"I thought you didn't want company."

"I don't but I didn't think you'd be easily gotten rid of." She teased, smiling in good humor for the first time in days.

"Too right." Gabriel playfully hit Sara's sholder, "I've been ok...but I've been worried about you."

"Why?"

"You haven't called or showed up for a while. I thought you were avoiding me, because of the kiss." he held her gaze for a few seconds before looking out at the moving mass of people.

"I've been busy." she said quickly, "I haven't even had time to go to the gym in a week."

He smiled knowing that Sara rarely missed an oppurtinity to take her frustrations out on a punching bag.

"Dance with me." He smiled one of his 'just for you' smiles as he took her hand, "Please, just one."

Finaly relenting, Sara let herself be pulled out into the mass of moving dancers

Gabriel still held her hand loosely as he began to move to the music. Sara watched him for a second then matched her movments to the beat of his. He smiled at her, words wouldn't have been heard, not this close to the speakers. Her pants were tight and her shirt was just short enough to reveal an inch or so of her flat stomack.

'This is better than oblivion.' Sara thought as she looked up into Gabriel's dark eyes, 'But why does he have to be so..so Gabriel?!'

When the song ended they just stood there staring at each other as the next one started.

Sara pulled Gabriel close and hugged him. They just stood there in the center of the floor like that for a few minutes enjoying the closeness.

'Why did this take so long?' Gabriel thought as he kissed the top of Sara's head.

When she finaly stepped out of their embrace he led her back to her table and sat with her in silence.

"I'm glad I got to see you." he said, turning to look at her, "I missed you."

"I missed you, too." she said quietly, surprised by how true it was.

"Should I leave you to your dark little corner or would you like to grab a bite to eat?" Gabriel asked with a smile and placed his hand gently on hers.

"Food sounds good." she looked down at their hands, 'Why had this taken them so long?'

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A/N: I just needed to distract myself from a few things for awhile so I wrote this. If you'd like more just tell me. If not then this is it. Please review.