Author: Joyce
Title: The truth behind the music
Disclaimer: For the last time: NO, there not mine!
Spoilers: Nothing really.
E-mail: Feel free to e-mail me if you have any suggestions for this story.
Note: First of all, I apologize to lemonjelly, for calling your muffins brownies! It's a world of difference, although it's both delicious. So send them over! Second, thank you so much for all the kind reviews. I never knew there were so many people out there rooting for W/S. I think I have rediscovered my fun in writing because of you guys. So thanks. And now enough of my ramblings, on with the story.
Chapter three.
Warrick came home to find Rocky eagerly waiting for him.
"Hey boy," he said. The cat purred in return. He made sure Rocky had something to eat before he went to bed. Tired because he pulled three shifts in a row. He was glad that he had this night off. He slept easy, dreaming about black lace bra's accompanied by perfect white skin. He was awoken by the bell ringing. At first he wanted to ignore it, but whoever was out there was pretty persistent. Yawning he got up to find Nicky at his doorstep.
"Nick?"
"Hey bro," he said. Walking past him like nothing was wrong.
"Sure man, come in. I was only sleeping. No biggie."
Nick had already settled himself on the couch, ignoring Warrick's comments.
"I thought I 'd stop by and pay my friend Warrick a little visit."
"Yay for me," Warrick said. Rolling his eyes. Still not getting why Nick was here. He never stopped by in the middle of the day.
"So," Nick said. "How you're doing?"
Warrick was really losing his patience now.
"Are you kidding me with this? What the hell are you doing here?"
Nick held up both his hands, as if to say that he meant no harm.
"I just figured you could use a friend."
"In the middle of the day? While I'm sleeping?"
Nick sighed, not getting why Warrick wouldn't understand.
"No man, because of Sara."
"Because of Sara? What do you mean? Did something happen to her? Is she okay?"
Nick was shocked by the fear he saw in his friend's eyes.
"She fine man, she's fine. Don't worry, nothing's wrong with her. It's just...it's obvious how you feel about her. I figured that maybe you wanted to talk."
Warrick sat down now, sighing. Not even bothering to deny it.
"So now the whole lab knows how I feel about her?"
Nick shook his head.
"No man, just me."
Warrick was really stunned now. Not comprehending that Nicky was the one who picked up on his feelings. This was Nick, he was a great CSI but he could be a bit dense sometimes.
"Just you?" he said. His unbelief detectable in his voice.
Nick was a bit offended.
"Hey! I resent that. I can pick up signals thank you very much. And this wasn't that hard. You did everything except wear a sign that says 'I love Sara Sidle.' Why nobody else picked up on it is beyond me."
Warrick groaned.
"That obvious?"
Nick just nodded. Secretly pleased that the always cool Warrick Brown was letting his guard down completely over a woman. Something his friend once vowed he would never do. Sara was something special though. He had seen it the first day she walked in. But he never would have guessed that she would be the one to break through Warrick's protective layers. It seemed like she had though and he had a feeling that his friend had no clue what to do about it.
"So, do you wanna talk about it?"
Warrick shook his head.
"There's nothing to talk about. I love her, she thinks I'm a great friend. There might be some attraction there but she way to hung up on Grissom. And there's Hank. The paramedic who's not her boyfriend but not a friend either. She doesn't need another romantic interest in her life."
Nick had listened intensely.
"You're right man, she doesn't need another romantic interest in her life. She needs one person in her life. Somebody who can love her. Grissom could never do that. The man is married to his job. And Hank? The guy's a slime. There's just something about him that makes my skin crawl. If you wait too long you might lose her."
Warrick looked at Nick.
"Don't you get it? You can't lose something you never had in the first place."
Nick smiled, getting up from the couch.
"You don't get it bro. You can't give up now. You haven't even given it a chance. Sara deserves better, you deserve better. Think about it."
He left Warrick, hoping that he had talked some sense into him. Warrick shook his head, thinking over what Nick had said. Deciding that this was a decision he needed to make while thinking clear he returned to bed. Trying to get some sleep. An hour later he was interrupted by the bell ringing again.
"You got to be kidding me," he grunted. Getting out of bed he quickly grabbed a t-shirt before he opened the door.
"Nick, I swear to God if you...Sara."
She was standing in front of him and she was crying. His Sara was crying.
"Are you ok? You're crying sweetie. C'mon in."
She walked past him, stopping once she was inside. Looking lost, he could see her debating whether or not she did the right thing coming here. Gently taking her hand he sat her down on the couch, sitting down beside her.
"It's ok. It's gonna be ok. Talk to me. Do you need anything?"
She shook her head, still not talking. He gently placed his hand under her chin, lifting her face up. Trying to see if she was hurt somehow.
"You seem fine, psychically. Sara please, you're scaring the hell out of me. What happened?"
While she was looking at him he could see new tears forming in her eyes and when she did spoke her voice was a whisper.
"Hank," she said.
Warrick ignored the jealousy he felt once she said that name. His feelings were not important right now. He needed her to be ok.
"What about him? Was he hurt?"
Looking at her hands she continued.
"No, he's fine. He..he has a girlfriend. The whole time he's been seeing me he had a girlfriend."
Warrick wanted to rip the guy apart for hurting her like that. Who would do such a thing? And more importantly, why would anyone do that to her?
"I'm so sorry Sara."
She smiled, it was a bit shaky. But at least it was a smile.
"I know you are. Wanna know what's funny. I had no clue."
He didn't know how to respond to that. Seeing that she was getting angry he decided to give her the opportunity to let it all out.
"Damn it Warrick! I'm a CSI, I'm supposed to be smart. My job is to look at the details. How did I not see this? How could I be so stupid?"
He interrupted, taking both her hands in his larger ones.
"Hey, stop that. You are not stupid. Don't ever say that again. You may be the smartest woman I know. That guy is a jerk ok, this was not your fault. Don't ever think that."
She nodded, although he could see that she wasn't convinced.
"Yeah, but I trusted him. I didn't love him but I did trust him. I thought it might go somewhere in the future if I gave him a chance. I thought he deserved that chance."
He forced her to look at him.
"Sara, listen to me. This is not your fault. Don't blame yourself for trusting him. He screwed up, not you. He had the most amazing person willing to take a chance with him and if he can't appreciate that then he's not worth it. You deserve so much better. Don't beat yourself up over this."
She smiled, and this time the smile seemed much more genuine.
"Can I beat him up over it?"
"Get in line, girl," he mumbled and hearing him say that caused her to really laugh. Acting on impulse she reached over to hug him. Clinging to him, hoping his strength would make her feel better. He tightened his hold on her and listening to his heartbeat she realized she felt better already. Warrick just held her, content to have her in his arms. Grateful that she was allowing him to help her. He would sit like this forever if it meant that he never had to see her cry again. After a couple of minutes she composed herself, whispering in his ear.
"Thank you, thank you so much."
He reached up to brush some hair out of her face.
"Anytime, Sara. You know that, right?"
She nodded.
"Yeah, I know that."
"Good," he said, getting up from the couch. Returning a couple of minutes later with some coffee. He handed her the mug.
"Drink this. It will make you feel better."
She raised her eyebrows.
"Coffee?"
He snorted.
"Sidle, don't pretend you're not a coffee junk. Now drink."
She mock saluted him before she obeyed his order. Drinking her coffee. Realizing that it was not the coffee that was making her feel better, it was him. He had a positive effect on her. He was strong, always calm and he had something about him that made her want to trust him. He was becoming very important to her, in ways that she couldn't even grasp yet.
"Warrick, can I ask you something?"
"Shoot," he said.
She hesitated but decided to ask him anyway.
"Can you play me your song?"
He smiled.
"Our song you mean?"
She thought about it. Wondering if she felt comfortable having a song with him. Looking up at him she the worry in his eyes. He cared about her, was there for her.
"Yes," she said. "Play our song."
He didn't quite understand why she wanted him to play. He wasn't even sure if she understood it herself but she asked him to do it and so he did. The first time he played it for her he wanted to show her how much she meant to him. This time he played it to take her pain away. Looking up every now and then to see her humming along. Rocky had joined her, seeming very happy to lay in her lap while she petted him. Yes, cat and owner were very much alike.
Sara felt the same kind of peace wash over her the minute he started playing their song. She couldn't understand why she wanted him to play it again. All she knew was that she needed to hear it. She needed to see him play it for her. He was looking at her every now and again, sending a shiver down her spine every time he did. She forgot about work, Grissom and Hank. She forgot about everything. All there was now was this melody. All there was now was him and she wondered if she really needed anything else.
Warrick played for half an hour. Making up new parts of the song as he went along. It was quite simple really, with her sitting there listening to him the music came to him in a heartbeat. When he finally stopped he noticed that she was asleep on the couch. The sweetest smile on her face.
He got up to grab a blanket from his bedroom, covering her with it. He lingered for a little while, watching her. Rocky curled up beside her, also fast asleep. He didn't feel lonely now, this fitted. This was perfect. His hand reached out to touch her cheek, stroking it lightly. Her skin smooth under his touch.
"I think Nick was right," he whispered.
He looked at her for several more minutes before he added.
"You and me, we deserve a chance."
Tbc...