Author: Joyce
Titel: The Consequences of Flirting
Disclaimer: Yes, I own Warrick and Sara. You don't believe me? Well, you shouldn't.
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The truth about roses
"What the hell are these?" Sara wanted to know as she stormed into the locker room, where Warrick was talking with Greg about a case they were working on.
"Roses," Warrick stated dryly while Greg was watching them with an amused expression on his face.
"I don't want them," she told him and Warrick just shrugged before he asked her; "Why are you telling me this?"
"Don't play dumb with me, Brown," was her reply and out of the corner of his eyes he could see Greg shaking with laughter. He turned to the younger man, giving him a look that immediately stopped the laughter and Greg decided that this was a good time to leave the room while still unharmed.
"Right," he said to the two people in the room. "Is that Grissom I hear calling? I better check to make sure. Why yes, it is him. Bye now."
He almost ran out of the room and Warrick watched him go, a smirk on his face.
"You scare him on purpose," Sara told him accusingly and he rolled his eyes, giving her his full attention.
"No, I don't," he lied. "I just know which buttons to push when it comes to Sanders."
"Pffff," she huffed and she looked so cute that he gave her a smile, something that only intensified her annoyance. "You give him the patented Warrick death-glare and you know he'll do anything for you."
"And how is that different from that little smile that you give him anytime you want something from him?" he asked innocently and he knew he won when she blushed and started waving the roses in his face again.
"That is not the point," she clarified, changing the subject. "The point is that you sent me these roses and I don't want them!"
Warrick just shook his head, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Those are not from me," he told her calmly and he watched her blink, spotted something on her face that looked a hell of a lot like disappointment.
"What?" she asked him, sounding a bit confused and his smile returned, no matter how hard he tried to stop it.
"You're cute when you're disappointed," he said to her, intensifying his comment with a wink and he was pleasantly surprised when she blushed yet again.
"I am not disappointed," she hissed at him, trying to convince both him and herself. "And you're a liar, these have to be yours."
Warrick leaned in, noticing that she didn't seem to mind.
"I would never do anything as cheesy as sending a woman roses," he whispered in her ear and Sara shivered when she felt the warmth of his breath on her face. "Believe me," he continued, "they are not mine." He pressed a short kiss on her cheek and pulled back, seeing a mixture of anger and lust in her eyes.
He grabbed his jacket, deciding that he had given her enough to think about and turned to her one last time.
"But it seems like you've got a secret admirerer, Sidle."
"You jealous?" she inquired, challenging him and he laughed. "No," he then told her. "Why would I be? You're going to be mine and you know it."
Her anger returned.
"You're so full of it," she said with a disgusted look on her face.
He gave her one last wink before he left her, his scent still in the air, his last words echoing in her head.
"I'm yours too, you know."
Somehow Sara had trouble breathing at this point. I'm yours too, you know. She shook herself out of her trance, angry at the fact that he had gotten under her skin yet again and then she looked at the roses in her hand, frowning.
"Who the hell send me these?" she asked herself, leaving the locker room with a determined expression on her face. Ready to find out who had been the one to send her roses.
Several hours later an exhausted Sara entered the locker room to find Warrick leaning against the lockers, looking utterly relaxed.
"There she is," he exclaimed once he spotted her. "So, enlighten me. Who is the newest member of the Sara Sidle fan club?"
Sara slammed the door of her locker, hardly paying attention to him.
"I don't know yet," she eventually admitted and he saw him hiding a grin.
"Did you even bother to ask anyone?" he wanted to know because he could imagine that she had been to embarrassed to ask anyone about it.
"Yes," Sara deadpanned, surprising him. "I asked Hodges, Bobby, Archie. Even Greg, twice. They all said that they didn't do it."
"Hmmm," Warrick told her, placing his hand under his chin while he pretended to think about it. "Then it shall remain a mystery."
She just rolled her eyes when the door opened to reveal Nick, who smiled once he spotted Sara.
"Hey Sar," he greeted her. "I haven't seen you all day. Did you get my roses?"
"It was you?" Sara said, confusion written all over her features.
"It was you!" Warrick yelled, an angry scowl on his face.
Nick backed away slowly, a bit surprised by the outburst of the two people before him. He decided to start with Sara since Warrick seemed ready to explode.
"Yeah," he said in a soothing tone of voice, hoping that it would calm Warrick down a bit. "Didn't you read my card?"
"There was a card?" Sara asked him and she opened her locker to grab the roses, looking for one.
"You missed a card?" Warrick asked her with a look of disbelief on his face. "Some CSI you are," he then muttered and she spun around to press the roses in his hands.
"There is no card, you moron," she practically hissed at him. "See for yourself."
"Oh man," Nick exclaimed from behind them and both turned back to him. "I told them to send the flowers with a card. Idiots!"
"Why did you send the flowers in the first place?" the dark man grumbled and Nick had to hide his grin, seeing the obvious jealousy his friend was displaying.
"I noticed Sara had been a bit down lately," he finally explained. "And I wanted to cheer her up, let her know I was there for her if she needed me."
"Ah," Sara whispered, walking over to her friend to hug him. "That's so sweet. Thank you."
Nick smiled while he held her, being careful not to look at Warick.
"You're welcome," he said once she released him.
"What did the card say?" Sara wanted to know out of curiosity.
"It said: I hope these bring back the color in your life. If you need me, you know I'll be there. Your friend, Nick." Once he was done speaking he looked up somewhat sheepishly, seeing Sara with a huge smile on her face while Warrick was watching the display with a look of contempt on his.
"That's so sweet," Sara said yet again before she hugged him a second time. Behind them Warrick rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, you're a real prince, Stokes," he commented and Sara spun around, letting go of Nick in the progress.
"You're jealous," she told him and Warrick raised his eyebrows. "Picture that, Sidle."
Nick smiled while he watched them bicker, seeing an attraction that both were trying desperately to hide.
"Ok," he said, grabbing both their attention again. "I gotta go and Sara, if you ever need anything..."
She nodded.
"I'll know who to call," she finished and Nick nodded too before he left them in the locker room.
"That was disgusting," Warrick said with a roll of his eyes and she wanted to scream some more when she saw a smile appear on his face, one that was distracting her big time.
"But," Warrick continued while he grabbed a clean t-shirt out of his locker. "Stokes was right about one thing; you do need a little color in your life." He took of his shirt to reveal smooth, black skin while winking at her and she felt the heat rise to her cheeks.
"You gotta stop this," she told him weakly and he grabbed his shirt, taking his sweet time to put it on before he approached her.
"You don't want me to stop this," he whispered in her ear and this time she closed her eyes, feeling his breath on her skin again. "So remember, Sidle," he continued. "Anytime you want me, I'm yours."
He was almost gone when she got her composure back.
"You're not mine," she told him in small voice that both hardly recognized.
"Stop lying to yourself, Sara," Warrick told her, keeping his eyes glued on hers, complete confidence written all over him. "You know I am."
He closed the door and Sara sat down on the bench behind her, trying to calm down her heart that was beating loudly in her ears.
"That man is going to be the dead of me," she eventually muttered.
Tbc..
