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 Eight: Hiking
Las Vegas has several hiking clubs that meet a few times a month and drive out to spend a day exploring some of the spectacular natural beauty around the city. One of them uses the notice-board in the poetry-reading café to advertise their activities, and I've gone along a few times. What can I say, sometimes I just need to get out of the city for reasons not case-related.
The groups that go are pretty large, and pretty mixed: everything from college students to retirees. Some people even bring their kids, who can be really annoying. Maybe they're hoping they'll get bitten by rattle-snakes or something.
Anyway, there's this one girl I've walked with a couple of times. I actually know her name, too: Hazel. She's short – really tiny – with shoulder-length blonde hair and the cutest snub nose.
She knows so much about everything, and she's forever pointing out the rock formations, or talking about 'strata', or stopping to look at a rare plant that I hadn't even noticed, or cocking her head on one side and going "you hear that? That's a lesser-spotted rock-hopper." Or whatever. She's the only person I know who can identify birds by their calls. And she's a natural teacher. Like Sara. One of these days maybe I'll ask her out. Yeah.