Strange Bedfellows

Chapter 4

Disclaimers: I do not own CSI. If I did, Warrick would be shirtless in every episode. Heck, I'd fire the costume person who even gave him a shirt. Spoilers through GD.

A/N: I know, it's been over a month since I updated, and I apologize. I was taking accounting this summer and had to ground myself from writing so I would get some studying done. I know, its sad, but when you're over 30, no one will ground you, you have to do it yourself.

For those of you who forgot what's happening, here's the rundown: After Nicky's incident, Sara and Warrick sleep together. After waiting a month for the turmoil to settle down, Sara and Warrick decide to begin dating. And now-the dating.

Thursday finally came and Warrick, picked up Sara at her apartment. All he had told her was to look 'club nice'. This was challenging for Sara, since the last time she was at a 'club' was before Buffy slayed anyone on TV. Knowing that asking Catherine for help would unleash questions, she was unable to answer, she bravely went to the mall, and put herself in the hands of a fabulous man named Fredrique, who helped her select the very hot dress she was wearing now. The dress was coffee satin, shot with gold in Chinese writing, and oriental in fit, and short enough to show as much of Sara's long legs and elegant throat and neckline as possible to make her feel very sexy, but also lady like.

The time she spent fussing on putting her hair in a simple looking updo that was anything but, and some subtle makeup, was well rewarded when she opened the door to Warrick, who also looked fine in an espresso colored suit, with matching shirt and tie.

"Girl, where have you been hiding all of that?" Warrick whistled as he admired Sara. He stood back for a moment to admire Sara's curves. In truth, she was very curvy for such a thin woman, and Warrick could not believe that she hid all of that under her work clothes.

Sara blushed, "Well you know, I don't like to distract Greg while I work." At the mention of Greg's name, Warrick felt a flash of jealousy, which he pushed aside to kiss Sara, and lead her to his car.

The supper club was small and intimate. The air was perfumed with the smells of good food, expensive perfumes and lilies. A beautiful woman was on-stage performing an Ella Fitzgerald tribute. Ella Fitzgerald was one of Sara's favorite singers, and she swayed to the music, with a tiny smile on her face. Warrick told Sara that he had ordered them the Vegetarian tasting menu as a surprise. Normally Sara would not have liked it for the man to be so presumptuous, but she knew that Warrick knew her tastes as well as he did his own, and decided to relax. During dinner the pair talked about everything and nothing as they sampled the five courses of tastes, finishing off with a lemon tart lovingly coated with a vanilla scented cream. After dinner, Warrick led Sara to the dance floor, and at first, they barely moved apart; they just held each other tightly and swayed, luxuriating in the ability to hold the other in public. As they relaxed, they began to move with the music, and each was pleasantly surprised by the dancing ability of the other.

After they closed the club, Warrick walked Sara to the door. They began kissing passionately, but Warrick, ever the gentleman, refused Sara's offer of coffee. Regretfully, he kissed her one final time, and left before his desire overrode his good manners.

For their second real date, Sara requested that Warrick wear blue or black jeans, a white t-shirt and the pair of black converse sneakers she supplied. Mystified, Warrick complied, and was wowed and slightly confused when he opened the door to let Sara in. Sara was driving a convertible instead of her work issued Denali, but that was not the shock. Sara was dressed in a complete 50's outfit, complete with the twin set, poodle skirt and saddle shoes. With her hair in scarf tied ponytail, and bobby socks on her feet, Sara looked like she stepped out of a Sandra Dee picture. When asked where they were going, Sara smiled, and rolled a pack of cigarettes into the sleeve of his t-shirt. Sara explained that the vehicle was rented, and Warrick had to laugh at the blankets she put over the seats, germ sensitive as she was. Smirking, he asked her if she used Clorox wipes on the dashboard and steering wheel, and while Sara tried to deny it, her blush gave her away.

Warrick laughed when they got to their date destination. They were at a drive in theatre. The theatre was showing Grease, with group participation, a la the Rocky Horror Picture Show. After parking, Sara grabbed Warrick's hand, and dragged him over to the performer's sign up. After Warrick mentioned that he had never actually seen Grease, Sara shrieked. "You're kidding! I've seen it over a hundred times, its my favorite movie." Warrick laughed at that, and watched as Sara put her name in a hat that would choose who would perform on the stage along with each musical number.

In a few moments, it was time for pre movie announcements, and Sara was given "Hopelessly Devoted to You" to perform as her number. She jumped up and down like a five year old on Christmas, and Warrick could not remember the last time he saw her so excited.

Finally the movie began and Sara snuggled into Warrick to watch the film and share popcorn.

Soon, it was time for Sara's number. She got up on the stage and belted out, "Hopelessly Devoted to You" with her eyes on Warrick for the entire number. Warrick was impressed. While he had never seen the movie, he had heard the song before, and Sara had a stunning voice, which surprised him. He had heard her sing to herself around the lab, but never more than murmuring. He smiled and wondered what other surprises there was to uncover about Sara Sidle.

After the applause, Sara went back to the car, to be greeted with a warm embrace and kiss from Warrick. They spent the rest of the movie in Sara's rented convertible, alternating between dance numbers, and making out in the convertible, well…like teenagers.

Sara brought Warrick home, and being polite and equality minded walked him to his door. Laughing, they kissed in front of Warrick's front door; each remembering what had happened the last time Sara came to Warrick's house. As Sara reluctantly said good-bye, Warrick asked her on another date for the coming Saturday, he offered that Saturday was supposed to be a beautiful day, that would warrant a picnic at Lake Mead. When Sara asked what she should bring, Warrick gave her a kiss that left her breathless, and suggested that she bring a toothbrush. Blushing, Sara kissed Warrick and headed off to her car.

On their third real date, they picnicked at Lake Mead, and built sandcastles. They admired the view of the lake and of each other in swimwear. As the evening progressed, they watched the sun set over the lake, and returned to Warrick's house, where they began a slow exploration of each other's bodies. This time was much slower than the first, a meeting of minds as well as bodies. Rather than coming together out of a desperate survival instinct, their only thoughts involved the pleasure of the other.

Sara shivered as Warrick unbuttoned her blouse, and Warrick shuddered with every kiss. When they joined together, they looked into each other's eyes and slowly realized that sometimes true love finds you, even when you have tried to look everywhere else.

It was without question or hesitation that Sara spent the night at Warrick's, with the two of them waking twice during the night to satisfy the other again. It was with tired limbs and happy hearts that the two of them sat down to veggie omelets the next morning, each smiling as they remembered the journey that the last batch of omelets set them on.

They went on like that for three months. Keeping their relationship a secret at work, was something that they regretted, but understood was necessary for the time being. Warrick was afraid of Catherine's reaction, as she knew of her issues with Sara, and Sara was dreading telling Grissom, not wanting to risk the total rejection and cold shoulder she had received while dating Hank. They were both under silent agreement, that until the relationship became very serious, they would not tell the others.

Instead they enjoyed each other's company. Warrick became more relaxed, instead of pretending to be relaxed, and Sara began to smile more, really smile they way she did when she first came to Vegas. They kept their relationship low-key even around Nick, as they did not want him to be uncomfortable.

After three months, Warrick woke up on Tuesday morning at Sara's apartment. Not wanting to wake her, he went into the kitchen to start making coffee for the two of them. While sitting at the table, waiting for the coffee to brew, Warrick noticed a note from her leasing agent, reminding her that her lease was up in two months, and encouraging her to re-sign her lease for 2005-2006 soon. He noticed that the document was dated a week ago and chuckled. He could see Sara not bringing it up so he wouldn't feel pressured. He decided that he would ask her to move in, but first, there was one thing he had to do.

Hitting number 3 on his speed dial, Lab was one, Sara was two, and he let the phone ring, and was soon greeted by the honey warm voice of his favorite lady.

"Warrick sweetheart how are you?" Sounded the slightly worried voice on the phone. "I haven't heard from you in a bit, are they working you too hard?"

Warrick smiled. "No Grams, I'm fine. I know I haven't seen you lately either. Its just…"

Grams burst in, "You have a girl."

Smiling at the woman's excitement, he continued, "Yes Grams, I have a girl. Her name is Sara, from work."

"The skinny girl who is in love with your boss?" Grams sounded perplexed.

"Grams, she's not in love with the boss." Not having heard Sara tell him that she was in love with him, he didn't go there. He understood that Sara was slow to give her whole heart away. One day, he hoped to hear the reasons why.

"Well I would hope not. So when do I get to meet her in person?"

Warrick knew that was coming, which was the reason for his call. He did not need Grams approval, but he wanted it, he felt he owed it to her after all of those difficult years she had with him. "Well, Grams, I thought I would take you to church on Sunday, and then we could go to the Gospel Brunch at the House of Blues." He knew this would go over well. Grams regularly fussed that he did not attend church enough, and loved when Warrick took her out.

Grams agreed and they set a pick up time for Sunday. Warrick told Grams that he loved her and hung up as Sara entered the room. Warrick enveloped Sara in a hug and told her of their Sunday plans. He was surprised when Sara froze and began to cry. She told him that she was scared that Grams wouldn't like her, since the reason she came to town was to investigate Warrick. Warrick soothed her, explaining that he never really gave Grams the details about that. He then led her back to the bedroom, and using his talented hands and lips assured her that no matter what, he would still adore her.

TBC

A/N: So Warrick, Grams and Sara at Brunch and Warrick learns about Sara's past, who's up for it? I promise to be speedier with the next chapters.