Author: Joyce
Title: the truth behind the music
E-mail: You can e-mail me at funxx18 hotmail for any suggestion you might have concerning this story.
Disclaimer: If Warrick was mine, I wouldn't be writing about him. Believe me, writing would be the last thing on my mind...
Note: You guys know the drill by now: thank you for the reviews! Oh, and lemonjelly, were the hell are my muffins!
Chapter fourSara woke up a couple of hours later, feeling rather disorientated. Where was she? She was startled by something jumping her. Relaxing when she saw Rocky appearing before her. Looking as innocent as ever, while purring contently. Apparently the cat liked sharing his couch with her. The next sound she heard was a chuckle, a deep warm chuckle. Warrick, she figured. He was never far away from his companion. Rocky followed him everywhere around the house. Turning towards him she saw that he had a lazy smile on his face. It was also apparent that he just took a shower. Standing before her in a pair of jeans with nothing to match. She mused that this was a definitely a sight she wouldn't mind waking up to every day. The man was breathtaking.
"Hey sleepyhead," he said.
She sat up straight, looking at her watch. Then she panicked.
"Oh my God, look at the time. I gotta go to work. Where are my shoes? What have you done with my shoes?"
He just stood there, silent. Clearly amused, which made her even more agitated. Running around the living room now, trying to find her shoes. Finally she stopped, standing in front of him, a look of rage in her eyes.
"Warrick Brown, don't just stand there. Help me find my shoes."
He decided to put her out of her misery.
"Sara, relax. I already called Griss. You're not going anywhere."
He had expected her to calm down, instead she seemed even more upset.
"You did what? Have you lost your mind? What did you tell him?"
He wondered if she would ever completely get this infatuation with Grissom out of her head. Out of her heart. Not wanting to think about that he quickly tried to make her understand.
"I told him that you're not feeling so well and that you needed a night off. I didn't tell him anything about Hank, really."
She sighed, realizing that she had come on a bit strong.
"What did Grissom say when you called to tell him that? Didn't he find that strange?"
He shrugged.
"No, not really. He didn't even ask about it. He was worried about the lack of personnel in the lab though so I offered to pull a double tomorrow night. It's probably going to be a long shift. I have a feeling he will give me every crappy job he can think of."
"You offered to pull a double? For me?"
He grinned.
"You have no idea what I would do for you, Sidle. No idea what so ever."
She had to blink back her tears because somehow she knew that he meant it. He would do anything for her.
"Thank you, but why?"
He raised his eyebrows, while grabbing a t-shirt that he put on.
"Why what?"
"Why did you call Grissom arranging a night off for me ?"
He took her hand, leading her to the door where she found her shoes.
"Grab your shoes and your coat."
She did as he asked, a bit confused.
"Why?"
He grinned.
"Stop with the questions, Sara."
She stood up, her arms crossed over her chest. A determined expression on her face.
"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what is going on."
He was already out of the door, standing in front of his car. A huge smile on his face.
"C'mon!"
She followed him outside, wondering if it was the smile that convinced her to follow him or the fact that lately she had a hard time saying no to him at all. He was becoming quite impossible to resist. When she reached the car he gave her a dazzling smile once again.
"Stop thinking. You think way too much. Just get in the car."
"But.." she said.
He gave her a look and she got in. Secretly more then a little curious where they were going. When they drove of she tried one more time.
"What are we going to do, Warrick?"
Turning to look at her he had a boyish expression on his face.
"We are going to have some fun, Sara."
Half an hour later Sara still didn't know when the fun was going to begin. Warrick said nothing. Which didn't mean that he wasn't talking at all. He was in a strange mood, talking to her all the time. Even singing along with the radio. And she would kill him if he smiled at her one more time, she was ready to jump his bones every time he did. Finally they stopped and she looked around before she looked at him.
"A gym?"
He nodded, quite happy.
"Yes, a gym."
He got out of the car and she followed him inside of the building. Shocked when she saw where he brought her.
"Boxing?"
He sighed, turning around.
"Now what did I tell you about the questions?"
She just rolled her eyes.
"You want me to box?"
He shook his head.
"Not you Sara. Today there is no you or me. There's we. We are going to box."
"Warrick, I don't like boxing."
He pouted. "Just pretend that the punching bag is Hank. And besides, you also get the chance to hit on me..." He paused to wink at her before he continued. "Hit me, I mean. You get a chance to hit me."
She sighed.
"Fine, but if I don't like it we're out of here."
He shook her hand.
"It's a deal. Now let me show you how fun this sport can be."
An hour later Sara decided that boxing wasn't that bad after all. She sucked at it, sure. But punching that bag had been a blast, especially since Warrick stood behind it shouting Hank every time she hit it. And then there was the boxing match between her and Warrick. Again she sucked, but watching him parade around while he was sweating and working that muscles was a nice experience. Who was she kidding? She would give up her monthly paycheck to see that again.
Meanwhile Warrick was content so see her smile a lot. Although he did notice the way she was looking at him during their little fight. Yeah, he was definitely going to give them a chance, even if she didn't know it yet.
When they got out of the gym she turned to him.
"Thanks," she said. "That was really fun."
He rolled his eyes, grabbing her hand.
"Are you kidding me. The fun is just beginning."
Fifteen minutes later they got out of the car again. She looked at the building in front of her.
"The mall?"
He didn't even bother to reply this time. Walking ahead of her to go in. She had to run to catch up to him and when she did she surprised both of them by grabbing his hand. He said nothing but did squeeze her hand and she decided that this didn't feel all that bad. They walked around in the mall together until Warrick had reached his destination. They were standing in front of a little boutique and he walked in, with her in tow.
"We're going dancing tonight and I thought it might be fun if we dressed up a little bit. So go ahead, pick something nice to wear. My treat."
She looked up at him, after eyeing the collection. He had good taste, this place had stuff she would never wear to work but she did like what she saw. It was sexy without it being to flashy. Walking over to a red dress she was immediately in love with it. It was simple, elegant. She had to try it on. He walked with her to the dressing room and this was were she let go of his hand. He wondered if she even noticed that she hadn't let go of him ever since they entered the mall. When she walked out a couple of minutes later he was speechless. Did this woman know how beautiful she was?
Sara loved the way Warrick was looking at her. Like she was the only woman in the world to him. And in that moment she wished that she was, which shocked her. What was happening to her? He smiled at her yet again and she decided to let it be for now. Warrick was right, tonight was about fun and she was going to have it.
"I love this dress," she said.
His eyes wandered over her body.
"I think it loves you too. Damn woman."
She winked at him before she returned to the dressing room. When she got out he wanted her to give him the dress.
"No, you're not paying. I'm wearing it, I'm paying it. We both make equal money and I don't like it when a man pays for me."
He nodded.
"Ok, fair enough. Whatever makes you happy. But just so you know, this was a once in a lifetime offer. Don't expect any more gifts from me, Sidle."
She laughed before she paid for her own dress and he just loved her more. This woman was strong and independent. She wouldn't take crap from anybody. Sara was Sara, she was perfect for him. He just hoped that someday he would be perfect for her too.
When they walked out of the store she eyed him up and down.
"Now let's get you something decent to wear."
He snorted.
"Girl please, I have enough party outfits to last me a life time. I don't need anything new."
"Fine, then let's go back to your place and pick out a outfit. No better yet, let me pick out an outfit."
She gave him a wicked grin before she practically ran out of the mall. He followed her, amazed that she was letting him see this side of her. And a little afraid of the outfit she would pick out for him... When they got to his place they were greeted by Rocky and Sara immediately ran into his bedroom. Warrick followed, contemplating that at least he got to see her run into his bedroom once.
"Aha," he heard her say and she revealed a blue silk shirt. She tossed it to him. "That should look great with your eyes." She turned and started to look through his closet again. Coming out with a black pair of jeans. Warrick shook his head.
"Oh no, I'm not wearing that one."
"Why not?"
He squirmed, at bit embarrassed.
"It's too tight. I never wear it, at least not to work or anywhere really. I don't want people checking out my..eh..behind."
She blushed a little but the look in her eyes was playful.
"You are so wearing this one. Show it to me, baby."
He had to grin.
"Baby?"
She didn't answer his question.
"Put those clothes on, I'll get dressed in the living room. You, me and your butt are going dancing."
He groaned but the smile on his face told her he was having a blast. Leaving him to change she realized that she was having a great time. Doing nothing really. She was having a great time shopping, picking out clothes for him. She was doing things with him she never did with anybody, not even a boyfriend. Sara was not the shopping type but with him...everything seemed brighter. She loved herself when she was with him. Changing into her red dress she briefly wondered where he would take her, then she decided that it didn't matter. As long as he was with her. When he came out of the bedroom she did a double take. He looked gorgeous. Standing before her like that, shy and confident at the same time, she understood for the first time why so many women found him perfect.
"You look great," she said. "Now turn around, show me the money!"
He cocked his head a little bit, raising his eyebrows. Then he decided to give her what she wanted. Didn't he always do that? Sighing he turned around and heard her wistle. He closed his eyes in embarrassment. Although he did love the fact that she liked what she saw.
Sara was loving her view. She decided right there and then that he should were tight jeans every day, every where, all the time. By the time he turned around there was a sparkle in her eyes that he hardly recognized. She seemed happy.
"So, where are we going?"
"I know this great place," he said. "Very exclusive, it's called Warrick's."
She eyed him suspiciously.
"We're staying here?"
He nodded.
"I ain't taking you dancing looking like that. The second we enter a club guys will line up to dance with you. And then what am I going to do? Hold your coat all night while sitting at the bar? No way, here I can dance with you all night if I want."
Sara had no choice.
"We're staying here," she said.
He walked over to the stereo and a couple of seconds later the room was filled with the sounds of jazz. He offered her his hand.
"Dance with me."
Without hesitating she took his hand, stepping into his arms. And then it hit her. Why she felt so strange lately, so lonely. Being near him like this her walls crumbled and the truth stared her in the face. So clear that she wondered why she hadn't noticed it before.
She was falling madly in love with him...
Tbc...