Like Sara
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, but I do own all the original characters in this fic, a Lonely Planet guide to Mexico, and half a corn tamale.
Rating: K
Chapter Four: The Gym
Of course I work out, I mean, who doesn't? Okay, maybe Grissom and Brass, but I guess when I'm their age I'll let myself go a bit too. Anyway, while I'm young and fit I try to get to the gym a couple of times a week. I tend to spend a lot of time on the treadmill. It isn't intentional, but running on a treadmill has to be one of the most therapeutic activities there is, and I guess I just zone out until my muscles start to ache.
They gym I go to is usually pretty busy, and there are a lot of regulars I see every time. There's this one chick I see on the treadmills. She's in her early 20s and she always wears pink sweats and a grey t-shirt, which doesn't really compliment her skin – but I can't think of anyone who looks good in grey.
We got talking once and it turns out she runs marathons. Not just in Nevada, she's been all over, as far away as New York, even London. She says she trains just about every day: she's just so focused, like Sara when she's on a case. You can tell nothing matters to her more than success. One of these days, maybe I'll ask her out. Yeah.