Author: Joyce
Title: The truth behind the music.
Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own Warrick. Big bummer.
Note: Here it is, the last chapter. I hope everybody likes it. I know I had a blast writing this story! Don't forget to read the epilogue!
Chapter 8Sara blinked.
"You want to...what now?"
He repeated it, a patient look on his face.
"I want to play my..." He paused before he continued. "Our song. I want to play our song for you."
By this point she had some real trouble understanding the turn of events.
"Why?"
He smiled, remembering that she had asked him the same question the first time he wanted to play his song for her.
"Don't question it, Sara. Just listen, that's all I'm asking."
She didn't give up that easy.
"Listen to what?"
He walked to his piano, grinning at the fact that she still managed to ask another question. She would always be Sara. He just hoped she would become his Sara after tonight. Turning back to her he was very serious.
"Listen for the truth behind the music," he said.
He could tell she wanted to ask something else which is why he silenced her with a look, sat down and just started to play. Hoping that this time she would get the message. Hoping that maybe this time she would get that this song was about love, it was about them. He had never been a man of many words but he knew that he would be able to tell her everything she needed to know if she was willing to understand. He was taking a chance but for the first time in his life he had found somebody who was worth it. Smiling at her yet again he poured his soul into the song. Her song.
Sara opened her mouth to ask him what the hell he was talking about but he gave her the ultimate Warrick look. The one that told her it was important to shut up. And then he started to play. She just sat there, not sure what he was expecting from her. She decided that she would do what he asked her to do. And so she listened, really listened. She allowed the music to reach her, allowed him to take down all those walls that she had built around herself. And she heard it, what he had been trying to tell her all along. The truth behind the music, why he picked her to play his song for. Why he picked her to tease and comfort. Why he went shopping with her. Why he had become her best friend. She heard it all in this song he was playing for her. For them.
Warrick was afraid to look up once he finished his song. This had been a stupid move, she would probably never understand and he would never find the right words to tell her how he felt. They were doomed. But when he finally had the courage to look into her eyes he saw that she was crying. Yet again.
"Sara, sweetie, you're crying."
She nodded.
"I know."
He was silent, not knowing what else to say. How to approach her. It didn't matter though because she started talking.
"You love me," she said. It was a statement, not a question. She had said it with full confidence.
He just nodded, a big grin appearing on his face. Sara had understood, she had finally heard what he had been trying to tell her for so long.
"Since when?" she asked.
He shrugged.
"I don't know. A day, a month, a year. Forever."
She nodded, still looking a little perplexed.
"Why me?"
He raised his eyebrows.
"Are you kidding me? You're smart, sexy, beautiful and stubborn. You always challenge me and you can make me so mad. But I love that about you, I love that you are never willing to compromise. You're Sara."
She repeated it, looking into his eyes. Seeing the sincerity there.
"I'm Sara."
He got up, walking over to her. Kneeling in front of her.
"You make me feel, Sidle. Something that nobody had ever done before."
She started tearing up again and he moved his hand up to comfort her. He didn't have the time though because in the next moment she was kissing him. The kiss spoke of passion and joy and she didn't release him for a long time. When she did come up for air she had a smile on her face he had never seen before. It almost lit up the entire room.
"That was some kiss," he said.
She shook her head, getting up and walking away from him.
"Don't be a sap, Brown." She turned around to wink at him. "I was just making you feel."
He had to laugh at that, watching as she sat down behind the piano.
"What are you doing?"
She started to play and he got up a couple of seconds later, resisting the urge to cover his ears.
"Sidle, what has that piano ever done to you?"
She looked up at him, a big grin on her face.
"You didn't listen to the truth behind it, Warrick."
He grimaced.
"Girl, I don't wanna know."
She had a fake indignant expression her face.
"Fine, but I was just trying to tell you that I love you too."
Hearing her say that made his world spin for a moment. On some level he had known, but he had never been really sure.Was afraid to be sure. Hearing her say it out loud was wonderful. But it was nothing compared to the expression on her face when she said it. The look she gave him took all his doubts away. He never once thought he would see that look directed at anyone other but Grissom. But here it was. She was looking at him fearless, steady, sure. Like he was her world. She was looking at him like he always looked at her and it took his breath away.
He leaned down, planting a long, tender kiss on her lips.
"I love you so much."
She smiled but her smile disappeared when he continued.
"But don't ever play that piano again. For all the people who have ears, I'm begging you. No more."
She narrowed her eyes.
"Are you saying I can't play, Brown?"
He rolled his eyes.
"Were you not listening, Sidle. That is exactly what I was saying."
She got up.
"You are so going to get it."
His cocky grin returned.
"Finally, I can't tell you how long I have waited to get it from you."
Sara smiled, seeing his eyes becoming darker while he steadily approached her. God, he was stunning. Standing right before her, he challenged her.
"Come and get it."
She wrapped her arms around him, licking her lips.
"Show a little patience, Warrick. The needy look doesn't look good on you."
He leaned down. Thoroughly kissing her. It was a kiss that left her speechless. Releasing her his cocky smile returned.
"I doesn't look good on you either, Sidle."
She didn't answer him, instead she just stood there. Watching him, her fingers stroking his face.
"What are you doing?" he said.
"I'm trying to figure out why I've been so blind for all these years," she whispered.
He shook his head.
"You weren't blind. It just wasn't the right time. For both of us. We both had our demons to overcome first."
She nodded.
"Grissom and gambling," she mumbled.
He grinned in her ear.
"A deadly combination but buried in the past. Right?"
She knew the hidden meaning of his question. He was asking her if she was sure. If she was ready to forget about Grissom, if she was ready to trust him.
"It couldn't be buried deeper," she said. Leaning up to kiss him, a habit she was quickly getting very accustomed and very addicted to.
"Do me a favor," she whispered against his lips.
Warrick pulled back.
"What?"
She led him to the piano.
"Play me our song again."
The sound of soft music filled the house. The song spoke of a past ready to be forgotten and of a new love that had the potential to last a life time.
Tbc...