Disclaimer: Nothing to do with CSI is mine. None of the lyrics are mine either, unless otherwise noted.
A/N: SNICKERS! Might be the last chap, still unsure as to how long this will be.
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Sara woke up in her truck, still wound in Nick's arms. He turned to her, "hey Sar', how did you sleep?" She leaned over and looked into his eyes.
"How long was I out for?"
"About an hour." Nick's voice was soft, like he was talking to a child. "But trust me, I didn't mind. After all, I got to hear you sing. That alone was worth it, you know, Sara, you have real talents, why won't you acknowledge that? Is it because of that jerk? Because you know that no one else would ever do that to you."
Sara locked eyes with him, "I know Nicky, but it's taken me until today to realise that. Thanks for singing with me, it made me realise that you like me for me. That means a lot." She leaned in and kissed his cheek. She looked him in the eyes again, "really."
Nick smiled, "well Ms. Sidle, How about you join me for dinner tomorrow night? And if all goes well, maybe a private performance?" He dodged her hand and she tried to hit him, "SINGING performance!"
Sara smiled, "I know Nicky. But we all know what you're like, so I figured I'd put you in your place. Sure, dinner sounds great, play your cards right and maybe I'll sing for you again. So, dinner, where and when?"
"How about my place, I'm not just another pretty face. I cook a mean spinach pie, Mom taught me. I know you don't eat meat, so I can't make my signature dish, but this pie is guaranteed to make you drool!" Nick smiled, "you trust me, don't you?"
Sara smiled her famous smile. "Nicky, if I didn't trust you, I wouldn't have let you in here. So tomorrow night, your place. Sounds great, what should I wear?"
"Sidle, your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to make my eyes pop out. Think you can handle it?" Nick asked with a look showed no signs of joking.
Sara winked, "somehow, I think I can do it."
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Later, Sara was beginning to regret her earlier response. After a thorough examination of her closet, the sexiest garment she owned was a top she had gotten as a gift that was four sizes too small. She had nothing that could make Nick's eyes "pop out" as he had suggested. She knew she needed to go shopping, but unfortunately, she had no clue what to look for. She had to call in a favour. She had to call Catherine.
"Willows"
"Cath? It's Sara, remember that day that I picked Linds up from school for you, and how you said you owed me? Well I may need that favour now." Sara bit her lip.
"Really? Sure, anything, what do you need?" Catherine noted desperation in Sara's voice. She was a little amused.
"Well… I have a date, and I have no date clothing, I need you to make me look like a girl. Please don't laugh Cath, but I have no clue what to do, I need to get some date clothes, help me?" Sara was desperate, she really wanted to make an impression on Nick.
Sure she did.
Catherine laughed a little. Sara Sidle, the original something-to-prove girl, was coming to her in desperate need of help. She smiled, "sure Sar'. What time is it?"
Sara exhaled, thankful that Catherine had said yes, "Its 4:30, why?"
Catherine rolled her eyes, "well Sara, Lindsey's at a friends house for a sleepover party, you're not busy, and neither am I, so why don't we do your little makeover now? Hm?"
Sara realised that her date was the next day, she needed to get this done, "sure Cath, um, so, should we meet at the mall?"
Catherine laughed, "sure Sara, meet you there in, what? 20 minutes? Meet me at the fountain."
"Okay Cath, you know what you're doing don't you?" Sara was getting nervous.
Catherine hung up the phone.
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20 minutes later, Sara was sitting by the fountain at the local mall. Cath was late. Sara decided she was probably caught in traffic, five minutes later, Catherine arrived, looking very serious indeed. She gave Sara the once over and sighed.
"Well, Sara, I've got my work cut out for me don't I?" She asked, looking grim.
Sara grimaced, something told her that Cath was taking this very seriously.
All of a sudden, without warning, Catherine grabbed Sara's arm and pulled her toward a store, and before she say "Shopping", Catherine was holding clothes up to her and making little noises, as if to be critiquing each item. All of a sudden, Cath ran over to an orange dress, it was really not something Sara would have looked twice at, but Catherine ran it over to her and shoved her into a dressing room.
"Put it on!" Catherine instructed.
Sara stared at the tiny sliver of fabric in her hands, this thing would probably never fit Lindsey, let alone her.
"I'm WAITING, Sara."
"Alright, Alright, keep your shirt on, Cath." Sara yelled, "here goes nothing."
She picked up the garment, unzipped it, and stepped into it. All of a sudden, Sara Sidle was gone, in her place, stood a supermodel, the dress accentuated what bust she had and clung to her slim figure everywhere else, and Sara couldn't believe the transformation. Slowly, she opened the door and was met with a long, low whistle from Catherine.
"Wow, Sara Sidle has a body. You'd never know it in the lame stuff you usually wear."
"Nice. Was there a compliment hidden in there, Catherine?"
"No. Actually there wasn't. But that's the perfect dress, so charge it." Catherine looked at her watch.
"Thanks Catherine. You were a huge help."
Catherine interrupted "what do you mean thanks? We're not done yet. We've just begun, we'll be late for your hair appointment."
Sara tried to ask Catherine what she meant, but Cath was already pulling her up an escalator.
When they arrived at the salon, Catherine pulled out a picture, and, careful not to show it to Sara, handed it to the stylist. Sara tried to protest, but Catherine wasn't having any of it. Before she knew it, Sara was plunked into a chair, and her head pushed into a sink. The woman was very thorough about washing her hair. Sara would occasionally reach up to soothe her stinging scalp, these people could sure pull her hair, but Catherine would shove it back down again.
"Quit fidgeting, Sara!" Catherine was amused to see Sara looking so uncomfortable.
All of a sudden, Catherine yanked her up by the shoulders and pushed her toward the cutting area. A new stylist arrived, took a look at the photo, turned Sara's back to the mirror, and started cutting, Sara had to close her eyes for fear of the scissors poking them out. The man doing the cutting was moving so quickly that Sara was worried they'd make a mistake. Then she realised, she had no idea what the finished product was supposed to look like, so even if they did, she probably wouldn't notice.
Catherine was doing a sort of running commentary. "A little shorter near the ears… No… More layers in the back, angling…. Good, but we don't want it too short…. More fluffy, but not poodle… Good… Come on! I want lots of layers… Now thin it out a bit, she has too much hair to work with… Good! Done, Don't touch it!
Sara was almost afraid to look at her hair, she had loved it the way it had been before, but something told her she would love it a lot more. She opened her eyes slowly, and they nearly fell out of her head. Her hair was amazing, perfect, now it hung to her chin, with layers all over, they were choppy, yet soft at the same time. She tried not to smile, but Catherine could tell she was ecstatic.
"Like it Sar'? I bet Nick will love it." Catherine said, not even trying to hide her pride, then, reading the look on Sara's face, "yeah, I know it's Nick, he can't help bragging about it. He's been after you for ages, girl."
Sara laughed, "well, it's nice that he was bragging about me."
Catherine smirked at her. "Yeah, Nicky's nice like that."
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A/N: I have wanted to write a chap where Cath gives Sara a makeover for something, and I got my chance! Yay! R&R, see if you like it, once again, your reviews will determine if I continue.
