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I'm not her type. I realized that the moment I saw her. She was so unbelievably beautiful. I walked in, covered in that god-awful roof dust, and I could not resist smiling at her. When she smiled back at me, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

From her shy gap-toothed smile, her chocolate brown hairs to her long long legs, she made me want to look at her forever. And when she spoke I found myself unconsciously leaning towards her.

At first I had to try to dislike her because she was there to nail Warrick to the wall. I tried to distract myself from my interest in her…gorgeousness. I figured that dating every (other) leggy brunette that caught my eye would have to push her out of my mind, right? Wrong. Especially after she started following Griss around like a love-starved puppy. It made me sad and a little sick.

After awhile we became friends, then she became my closest friend (besides Warrick). We hung out after work, had breakfast together, watched movies (thankfully she hates chick flicks) and play flirted. Or at least for her it was play flirting, for me it was real.

After the day the lab exploded, I thought for a split second that Sara might see me. Actually see me, not as her friend Nick, but as someone she could fall in love with. Especially after she finally gave up on the bug man's blindness. I never understood how a man so smart could be so stupid. She offered him the world and he turned her down flat.

I finally got up my nerve to ask her to a non-platonic dinner a few weeks later. I actually made it all the way to the parking lot of her apartment without chickening out. But before I could even get out of my car, I saw her leave her apartment. And she wasn't alone.

Thus began the era of Hank. I spent a lot of that time brooding in the locker room and letting Warrick distract me with the latest Cowboy game. He'd shoot me a sympathetic glance whenever he saw me moping and then shake his head. He never said a word but I knew what he meant. That I should've told her how I felt sooner.

He was right, of course. If I hadn't wasted all that time, I could've told Sara hoe I felt and maybe just maybe she wouldn't've laughed her ass off at me.

Hank. Ugh! I cannot believe that guy. I'm beginning to believe every sexist comment about men I've heard out of the mouths of women. Hank, Grissom. Both couldn't see what was just in front of them. How amazing Sara is. How precious. How beautiful.

When I was in that plexiglass coffin, all I could think about was Sara's adorable gap-toothed smiled and her heart-warming laugh. When they got me out and I was lying in the ambulance I kept trying to ask for her but no one could understand what I was saying. I later found out how she had been the one who actually found me.

After that we were even closer than ever. We spent almost all of our off-time together. I would stare at her when she wasn't looking, looking away when she turned her head. Childish, I know, but I cannot help it. It was kind of weird, after that neither one of us really dated (at all), but we never talked about it.

I never realized exactly how involved I was emotionally with her until our recent case involving the mother-in-law from hell being murdered at that ornate wedding. I was walking through the flower covered arched walkway. I plucked a single flower and smelled it. I imagined waiting at the end of the walkway, waiting for my bride and my wedding.

And in my imagination the woman walking towards me in the white satin gown was no one other than Miss Sara Sidle. And in my daydream she smiled, smiled at me.


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