Author: Joyce

Title: The Consequences of Flirting

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.

Note: As always thank you. Also a big thanks to those who reviewed my short drabble 'New Options.' It was very much appreciated. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! And I promise to continue it once I have the time. For now, enjoy! Don't forget to review, it makes me write faster : )

The game is so on

Warrick looked at the note Sara had written one last time before he put it in the back pocket of his jeans, a content smile on his face. Nick chose that moment to walk into the room, somehow nervous once he spotted him standing there and Warrick eyed him suspiciously.

"What's up, bro?" he asked Nick as he watched him opening up his locker.

"Nothing," his co-worker answered before he almost dove into his locker so that he didn't have to look at Warrick.

"Why are you so jumpy?" Nick heard the deep voice of his friend ask right behind him and when he turned around Warrick was standing inches away from him and Nicky felt very small all of a sudden.

"I didn't talk to Sara," he blurted out and he inwardly cursed himself when the taller man narrowed his eyes. "You talked to Sara?" he then asked him in a soothing voice that was very deceiving.

"Only a little," Nick said meekly and when the other man glared at him he continued; "Fine, I gave her advice. You happy now? I gave her advice!"

"What kind of advice?" Warrick said in a low voice, the one that Nick never liked hearing but usually his friend only used that voice in the interrogation room.

"She was upset, because of you and I told her.." Nick stopped, backing away from Warrick just to be on the safe side. "I told her she had power over you too," he continued while rushing his sentence, ready to run out of the room when his friend stopped him.

"You did what?"Warrick yelled, shaking his head. "You got to be kidding me! You never, ever, tell a woman she has power too. That's wrong, man."

Nick just stood there before he offered;

"But at least you know now, right?"

His friend walked towards him and Nick immediately backed up, something that Warrick registered with a worried frown.

"You are in so much trouble the next time you have a girlfriend, Stokes," he warned him before he took the time to look at him. "Are you ok?" he then asked Nick, his concern for him overpowering any need he had to mess with him further.

"I'm fine," Nick told him, smiling to prove his point but Warrick could clearly see how hard his friend was trying.

"You're not, bro," he said gently and Nick turned around, trying very hard to compose himself.

"Please, Rick," he said, facing him again with a hint of tears in his eyes. "I'm fine, just leave it at that."

Warrick nodded, sensing that this wasn't the right time to talk about this and he decided to let him be.

"If you ever need to talk," he offered one last time and Nick smiled.

"Thanks, man," he said and Warrick hesitated yet again, not really keen on leaving his friend in this state . "Don't wait to long to talk to someone," he finally advised, worried green eyes strengthening the words. "Just remember, night or day, I'll be there."

"Right," Nick said, turning around again to indicate that the conversation was over and Warrick left him in the locker room, more then a little worried.


A couple of hours later Warrick stepped into his home, looking forward to his evening with Sara, already playing the scenario to come in his head.

"The power will be mine, Sidle," he mumbled to himself before he took a shower. He emerged a while later, changed into tight black jeans with a green short sleeved shirt to match, showing of his arms and then he searched for his favorite cologne.

"It will have to do," he commented while he looked at himself in the mirror and decided that he looked pretty decent. He grabbed a bottle of wine out of his fridge and left the house.


Meanwhile, Sara stood in front of her closet, trying to calm down her nerves.

"It's just Warrick," she told herself. "Relax, it's just Warrick. You have power too. It's just Warrick"

She had repeated that sentence in her head a thousand times ever since she got home. You have power too. You have power too. You have power too. Somehow it didn't seem to help very much.

"Arghh!" she yelled, clearly frustrated, while looking at her closet with contempt "I have absolutely nothing to wear."

Calming herself down she decided to take a shower, the hot water doing wonders for her nerves and when she emerged a while later she started looking in the back of her closet. Pulling out a short, black dress after a minute of searching.

"I knew I would wear this thing someday," she mumbled, remembering the day when she had bought the thing on impulse, not even knowing why. "I'm ready for you, Brown," she said with some confidence before she changed into the dress and started searching for her favorite perfume.


There was a knock on her door half an hour later and suddenly her nerves were back in full force, despite the fact that she was wearing a black dress that fitted her like it was made for her only.

"Here goes nothing," she mumbled, opening the door with a huge smile on her face, one that left her features once she spotted himShe cursed him in her mind, where the hell did he find those jeans?

Warrick had his sexy smile in place when she opened the door, leaning casually against her door frame and he blessed his poker face when he saw her. She had on black, short and tight dress. Where the hell did she find a dress like that?

"I brought wine," he said, his voice a little husky, betraying some of the inner commotion he still felt after seeing her in a dress.

"Thanks," she told him, the smile back on her face and she stepped aside to let him in, trying very hard not to stare at his backside when he walked in front of her.

"You look beautiful," he complemented her and he turned around to see her eyes traveling back to where his face was, not fast enough though.

"Like what you see?" he asked her, his cocky grin in place and she tried to stop from blushing, failing miserably.

"I've seen better," she lied and his eyes sparkled in a dangerous way, telling her that he was on to her. "Right," she continued, "I better cool the wine."

She almost ran to her kitchen, taking a deep breath once she was there.

"You have power too," she told herself sternly and again the sentence did nothing to calm her down a bit.

"Talking to yourself, Sidle?" his voice came from behind her and she spun around to see him leaning against her fridge, arms crossed over his chest while he wore an amused expression on his face.

"No," she denied quickly, lying again. "You must be imagining things, Brown."

"Picture that," he commented and she didn't know if she wanted to hit him or kiss him silly.

"So," Warrick drawled, "I talked to Nick today, he told me something interesting."

She closed her eyes, cursing her friend before she looked at him.

"He told you?" she asked, still a little hopeful that maybe he was talking about something else.

He grinned, winking at her.

"You know that nothing can defeat the glare," he said proudly and she shook her head.

"Thanks, Stokes," she muttered before she straightened her back, remembering what Nick had said. You can make him crazy too.

"So," she said, a huge flirty smile on her face while she approached him and Warrick frowned, sensing that he was losing some of his control. "You hungry?" She was standing inches away from him and he could feel her breath on his face.

"A little," he stammered and she smiled when she heard that. She had just made Warrick Brown stammer. "Too bad," she whispered in his ear, feeling him shiver. "Cause you know what? I didn't make any dinner, I figured we would be to busy." He groaned at the end of her statement and she did a little victory dance in her head when all of a sudden his arms where around her and he was kissing her neck.

"That's ok," he mumbled, his breath hot on her skin. "I'll just taste you then."

She closed her eyes, arching into him while she knew that it this was wrong. He was winning.

"Right!" she exclaimed, stepping away from him, trying very hard to avoid his eyes because she knew that looking into them would be fatal. "A drink then?"

"A drink is good," he agreed, taking in her flushed face and he resisted the urge to kiss her senseless.

"You're not going to win, Brown," she told him, finally having the courage to look at him again while she left the kitchen with two glasses of wine in her hand. "I have power over you too, you know?" she said proudly.

He just smiled, taking his sweet time to follow her, enjoying the view.

"The game is so on," he whispered before he made his way into the living room. This was going to be a very interesting evening...

Tbc...