Waiting

Summary: Sometimes all you need is a little push or a spark and things can get out of control. WarrickSara.

A.N.: Be warned, this story is heavy on spoilers for Lady Heather's Box (3x15) and Crash and Burn (3x17): more so the later. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

WARRICK: I hung out here a few times.

SARA: Never been.

WARRICK: Your knucklehead boyfriend never took you on the party circuit?

SARA: Uh, pass.

Lady Heather's Box (3x15).

This chapter is post-episode for Lady Heather's Box (obviously)

"Sidle."

"Please tell me that's not how you answer your phone, Sara," Warrick said to her as he put her on speaker-phone whilst he buttoned up his shirt, ready to go out.

"Well, how else am I supposed to answer it?" she chimed back sleepily.

"How about 'hello'? That usually works for me."

"Yeah, yeah, what do you want?" Sara said, a little bit irritated.

"Straight to the point, I like it." He chuckled a little when he heard her giggle on the other end of the line. "How do you fancy a night on the Strip?"

"I don't."

"Come on Sara. When was the last time you went out? You as good as told me that Hank has never taken you anywhere decent."

"Warrick, I'm tired and irritable. I'm gonna be bad company all night," Sara complained.

"Let me be the judge of that. Now, go put on that dress I know you own, and I'll pick you up in half-an-hour."

"You're not going to let this go, are you?"

"Hell no." She laughed again. "And you're coming out with me whether I have to drag you kicking and screaming. Half-an-hour."

-.-

Warrick stood in front of Sara's apartment, ready to knock, but something was niggling in the back of his mind. Should he do this? Should he? Sara has a boyfriend; yeah, he may be a rubbish one, but he's still her boyfriend.

He didn't get to finish his personal debate though, because Sara opened the door and he was left thoughtless, as well as speechless.

She was wearing a rich red dress that went to her knees but as she spun around, he noticed the back was significantly low. Her hair was left loose but was curled around her face and her lips were rosy and glossy. On her feet she was wearing strappy red sandals that made her at least two inches taller.

"Do I meet your expectations?" Sara asked as she slipped a bag over her shoulder and shut her apartment door. When Warrick failed to reply, she waved a hand in front of his face. "Hello, Earth to Warrick. Calling Warrick Brown."

"Yeah, Sara, you look…you look amazing. So beautiful." Sara blushed at his comment and Warrick smirked. "Well come on Ms. Sidle. I promised you a decent night out and that's what you're gonna get."

Sara linked her arm with Warrick and allowed him to steer her out of the building.

-.-

"Warrick Brown; you are going to pay for this!" Sara said through gritted teeth as he spun her around before pulling her back into his arms "Would you have come with me had I told you we were going dancing?" Warrick said, kissing the side of her head before spinning her again.

"Of course not!" Sara sighed, albeit contentedly, when Warrick put both his arms around her back and just held her close to him. Sara rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his waist, and let him sway her to the soft jazz flowing through the speakers.

"Oh no," Warrick said a few moments later. Sara pulled her head away from his shoulder and followed his line of vision, eyes landing on a petite-blonde standing at the bar, eyes surveying the crowd. As her gaze quickly came around to them, Warrick turned Sara back to him. "Kiss me."

"What? No!" Sara protested.

"Sara, please. I'll take your next decomp case. Please!" he begged, eyes misting as the blonde's gaze grew ever closer.

"Oh, fine," she huffed. "But you owe me." She stood on her tiptoes, shoes still not high enough and cupped the back of his head before pressing her lips against his.

They hadn't meant for the kiss to get out of control, but as soon as lips touched, sparks flew and all the unspoken chemistry that had been between them for the last couple of years seemed to fizzle and bang around them.

Warrick slipped his tongue past Sara's lips and explored every inch of her mouth. Sara moaned low in her throat, before wrapping her arms around Warrick's neck and pulling him closer.

They reluctantly pulled away from each other, only stopping to breathe before lips collided again and the same dance of tongue, teeth and lips happened.

Reposted because of errors half-way through. Sorry.