Strange Bedfellows
Two
Sara's POV
I managed to wake up before Warrick did, and I resisted the urge to bolt, remembering his words about this not being awkward. For someone who had seen as much as Warrick had, I felt he was being naïve, but decided not to fight him. Anyway, I was also dead tired. I just lay in bed next to him, wondering how much longer it would take before the need to pee overtook my desire to enjoy being cuddled by Warrick.
What the hell did I just say? Warrick is my friend. He probably wouldn't believe it, but he is my best friend. He 'gets' me in a way that others don't. He understands a little bit about what drives me, about the need of having something to prove, because he does as well.
After the initial awkwardness of investigating Warrick, twice, we became pretty good friends, and he and Nick would try their best to look out for me. If they weren't so sweet and attempted to be so secretive about it, though I would have to kill them. They don't know it, but I know about the little 'talk' he and Nick had with Hank after it ended so badly. I am sure that was Warrick's idea. He is a doer. An example of that is simple. Some people at the lab feel I don't eat enough. I don't mean to not eat, sometimes I forget, and sometimes…well the smell of what we work with is enough to kill any appetite, no matter how long you work. If I could bottle those smells, I could create the CSI diet and retire a millionaire. Anyway, Nick's way of dealing with the fact he doesn't feel I eat enough is for him to tell me he's worried I don't eat enough. Greg's method is to call me 'Sara String bean', just in case the first 500 times I heard it during my teen years wasn't enough. Warrick's way? He brings me an eggplant parmesan sub and his own dinner and insists that I eat with him.
Ok, now I really have to pee. I roll out from under Warrick as quietly as possible and go to his clean, lovely bathroom. I never would have picked Warrick for a peach man. Must have been Grams.
Warrick awakes to running water. Sara comes back in wearing his robe and looking very vulnerable and sexy. She sits on the edge of the bed. Warrick knows it is time to talk.
Sara and Warrick take a moment and look at each other. Finally Sara states…"Warrick, this was wonderful…but is this it."
Warrick looks at Sara, observing her body language. She looks happy and confused and nervous. He decided to take the light road. He leans over and kisses her gently on the mouth. A friendly kiss, but a kiss that could mean more. "Would it be such a tragedy if this happened again, Sara?"
She looked at him. "I don't think so, but I am not sure if this is who we are to each other." She simply stared past him. Warrick took Sara in his arms, and held her against him. After thinking for a moment… he continued.
"Listen Sara, we have been through more stress in the past day, the past year, than most people go through in a life time…Maybe we need some time to think about everything, and decided what we want to be with each other. And Sara, whether it's friends or more, I will always love you." Sara smiled at that, revealing the endearing gap between her front teeth. Warrick returned her smile with a lazy one of his own. "Yeah girl, I'll also love that smile of yours. Why don't we take a month, get our lives back together."
Sara nodded her head in agreement. "Nicky will need us too. We can get together again, and see where we want to be, and go from there."
Warrick gave Sara a kiss on the cheek. "See, no worries, nothing awkward. I always keep my promises."
With that Sara kissed Warrick, and before his body tempted her into a second round, began to attempt to locate her clothes. Once she was dressed. Warrick put on some clothes and walked her to her car, kissing her goodbye softly on the cheek.
A/N: Well friends or lovers, I am at a crossroads, you decide?