Title: Only Heart
Part 1/undecided
Author: Amanda (onesmartblonde01y..., Manda6)
Category: CSI (mostly Romance/Angst)
Pairing: Warrick-Sara
Archive: At Warrick-Sara, on Fanfiction.net, anywhere else, please
ask.
Disclaimer: Not only do I not own CSI, CBS, or its affiliates, I'm
not making any money off of this story. Come to think of it, I'm
unemployed, so I'm not making ANY money...Just, don't sue.
Summary: ""I trust you, you know that. And I know that you don't lie
to me, but how do I know you won't?"
This is my first Warrick-Sara fanfic. Feedback would be greatly
appreciated. Thank you.
Normally, on a day like today, the ride back from the crime scene
would have been Warrick's favorite part. Because, normally, when he
and Sara worked together, the ride back to the lab was peaceful and
intimate. Or, at least as intimate as you could be after processing a
crime scene. Not that anything had ever happened; they were both too
professional to let that happen. It was just nice to have a few
minutes together at work without constantly thinking they were being
watched and scrutinized.
They had never come out and announced their relationship at work, but
after awhile, people had begun to assume things, and neither Sara nor
Warrick had denied them.
That was more than five months ago, and if asked today, Warrick still
wouldn't deny anything. Unfortunately, today, he wasn't so sure that
Sara would do the same.
She had been fine before work that night, curled up on the couch with
him, in her pajamas, eating leftovers. Even though the pajamas were
his, and they now had a small coffee stain on the left sleeve, he
didn't care. They'd watched Trading Spaces, the only show on in the
afternoon that they could agree on, but would never admit to liking,
even if they both knew all the designers and carpenters by name and
frequently referred to the show in private conversations.
She had also been fine while they were getting ready for work. She'd
happily shared her shower, claiming that the landlord had complained
about the water bill last month. Warrick knew the landlord, a sweet
old lady who loved Sara's quiet nature, would never complain about
the water bill. He also knew better than to argue with Sara.
When they'd arrived at work, slightly on the late side, they'd
laughed and chatted with Nick and Catherine while they waited for
that night's assignments. Warrick, though no one really noticed, had
been quieter than usual; instead, he'd watched Sara. He watched her
interact and laugh at a random joke, and it was then that it occurred
to him. He couldn't remember a time in the last three years of
knowing Sara, that'd he seen her laugh or smile so much. And it
wasn't just tonight, he realized, it had been going on for a while.
The thought had made him smile slightly to himself, when Grissom
walked in.
Warrick and Sara had been assigned to a case in a neighborhood not
too far from the lab. When they'd arrived, Brass had hurriedly filled
them in on the details, and then left to cover another case. He'd had
time to tell them, however, that the victim in the house was a 28-
year-old woman, found strangled to death in her kitchen, by a
neighbor.
Before they had even entered the kitchen, a man, asking to talk to
someone in charge, had approached them. The man, it turned out, was
Mason Ayres, husband to the victim, Nicole. It also turned out that
not only was Mr. Ayres the husband, he was the killer. He hadn't
waited to be questioned, he'd admitted it freely, going as far as to
explain how and when he'd killed his wife: he'd surprised her from
behind, soon strangling her to death, earlier that morning.
While Warrick had gone to collect evidence and photograph the scene,
just to verify the man's story, Sara had stayed behind to question
Mr. Ayres. She learned that he had been cheating on his wife. Nicole
Ayres had learned about the affair, but instead of doing anything
about it, she'd let things stay the same, never admitting that she
knew, until her husband confessed to cheating on her, telling her his
girlfriend was pregnant, and that he wanted a divorce. She'd complied
with the divorce, and had signed the papers, but never got the chance
to legally end her marriage; she'd been killed first.
When Sara asked what had caused him to kill his soon-to-be-ex-wife,
Mr. Ayres admitted that he'd killed Nicole because his girlfriend was
uncomfortable whenever her name was mentioned in the present tense.
Apparently the past tense didn't bother her. Neither did the fact
that she'd have to raise their soon-to-be-born child on her own, now
that her husband was facing a long-term sentence.
When Warrick had finished processing the scene, and Mr. Ayres was on
his way to the LVPD, he and Sara returned to the Tahoe, packed up
their things, and settled in for the short ride back to the lab, with
Warrick driving.
At a particularly long light, Warrick realized that not only had Sara
not said a single thing since they'd been on the road, but that she
was staring out the window, seemingly interested in the roadside
wedding chapel.
"Sara? Something I should know?" Warrick couldn't help but grin at
his joke, but when he saw the look on Sara's face as she turned from
the window, his grin quickly subsided.
"I'm just tired. That was like a bad episode of Jerry Springer," she
sighed, and turned back to the window.
Glancing at the green light, he put the car in motion again, but
couldn't help but keep looking at Sara. She'd never admitted aloud to
him that she was tired. He turned his attention back to the road, but
the part of his mind not focused on driving, was focused on Sara.
When they'd pulled into the parking lot of the lab, and Warrick had
shut off the engine, he took a chance and looked at Sara. She was
still staring out the window, but this time, her attention was on a
light blue Toyota parked next to them. Warrick knew though, that if
he asked Sara a specific question about that car, she wouldn't have
been able to answer it; a true testament to just how distracted she
was.
He left the keys in the ignition and reached out to touch her
shoulder lightly.
"Sara? It's just me... what's going on?" He couldn't tell if he sounded
alarmed or not, or even if he should've sounded alarmed, but he was
close enough to it, he figured.
When she finally looked at him, he relaxed a little, because, even
though she looked stressed, she didn't look sick like he'd originally
thought she might be. "That man talked about cheating on his wife as
if it were the easiest thing in the world. I guess to some people, it
is." Her voice trailed off, but Warrick filled in the blanks. The
case had her thinking about Hank, who Warrick could only describe as
a moronic bastard.
His hand had long since moved down her shoulder and arm and had
grasped her hand, their fingers entwining naturally. Now, he could
only stare and squeeze her hand tightly, silently praying that she
wouldn't say what he knew she was thinking.
But Sara had never been one to keep her thoughts to herself, so he
was prepared.
"It just makes me so insecure. And I hate admitting that. Makes me
feel like everyone is just waiting to screw me over, cheat on me, and
then leave." She finished, staring down at their hands and Warrick
didn't know whether to loosen or tighten his grip.
He must have unknowingly loosened his grip, because Sara glanced up
at him, eyes uncertain and questioning.
"I trust you, you know that. And I know that you don't lie to me, but
how do I know you won't?"
At any other time, he would have laughed at the absurdity of Sara
Sidle, his friend, best friend, girlfriend, even asking such a
question. But now he knew that he needed to make her realize that
just because some people weren't worth trusting, didn't mean that you
couldn't trust other people.
TBC.
Part 1/undecided
Author: Amanda (onesmartblonde01y..., Manda6)
Category: CSI (mostly Romance/Angst)
Pairing: Warrick-Sara
Archive: At Warrick-Sara, on Fanfiction.net, anywhere else, please
ask.
Disclaimer: Not only do I not own CSI, CBS, or its affiliates, I'm
not making any money off of this story. Come to think of it, I'm
unemployed, so I'm not making ANY money...Just, don't sue.
Summary: ""I trust you, you know that. And I know that you don't lie
to me, but how do I know you won't?"
This is my first Warrick-Sara fanfic. Feedback would be greatly
appreciated. Thank you.
Normally, on a day like today, the ride back from the crime scene
would have been Warrick's favorite part. Because, normally, when he
and Sara worked together, the ride back to the lab was peaceful and
intimate. Or, at least as intimate as you could be after processing a
crime scene. Not that anything had ever happened; they were both too
professional to let that happen. It was just nice to have a few
minutes together at work without constantly thinking they were being
watched and scrutinized.
They had never come out and announced their relationship at work, but
after awhile, people had begun to assume things, and neither Sara nor
Warrick had denied them.
That was more than five months ago, and if asked today, Warrick still
wouldn't deny anything. Unfortunately, today, he wasn't so sure that
Sara would do the same.
She had been fine before work that night, curled up on the couch with
him, in her pajamas, eating leftovers. Even though the pajamas were
his, and they now had a small coffee stain on the left sleeve, he
didn't care. They'd watched Trading Spaces, the only show on in the
afternoon that they could agree on, but would never admit to liking,
even if they both knew all the designers and carpenters by name and
frequently referred to the show in private conversations.
She had also been fine while they were getting ready for work. She'd
happily shared her shower, claiming that the landlord had complained
about the water bill last month. Warrick knew the landlord, a sweet
old lady who loved Sara's quiet nature, would never complain about
the water bill. He also knew better than to argue with Sara.
When they'd arrived at work, slightly on the late side, they'd
laughed and chatted with Nick and Catherine while they waited for
that night's assignments. Warrick, though no one really noticed, had
been quieter than usual; instead, he'd watched Sara. He watched her
interact and laugh at a random joke, and it was then that it occurred
to him. He couldn't remember a time in the last three years of
knowing Sara, that'd he seen her laugh or smile so much. And it
wasn't just tonight, he realized, it had been going on for a while.
The thought had made him smile slightly to himself, when Grissom
walked in.
Warrick and Sara had been assigned to a case in a neighborhood not
too far from the lab. When they'd arrived, Brass had hurriedly filled
them in on the details, and then left to cover another case. He'd had
time to tell them, however, that the victim in the house was a 28-
year-old woman, found strangled to death in her kitchen, by a
neighbor.
Before they had even entered the kitchen, a man, asking to talk to
someone in charge, had approached them. The man, it turned out, was
Mason Ayres, husband to the victim, Nicole. It also turned out that
not only was Mr. Ayres the husband, he was the killer. He hadn't
waited to be questioned, he'd admitted it freely, going as far as to
explain how and when he'd killed his wife: he'd surprised her from
behind, soon strangling her to death, earlier that morning.
While Warrick had gone to collect evidence and photograph the scene,
just to verify the man's story, Sara had stayed behind to question
Mr. Ayres. She learned that he had been cheating on his wife. Nicole
Ayres had learned about the affair, but instead of doing anything
about it, she'd let things stay the same, never admitting that she
knew, until her husband confessed to cheating on her, telling her his
girlfriend was pregnant, and that he wanted a divorce. She'd complied
with the divorce, and had signed the papers, but never got the chance
to legally end her marriage; she'd been killed first.
When Sara asked what had caused him to kill his soon-to-be-ex-wife,
Mr. Ayres admitted that he'd killed Nicole because his girlfriend was
uncomfortable whenever her name was mentioned in the present tense.
Apparently the past tense didn't bother her. Neither did the fact
that she'd have to raise their soon-to-be-born child on her own, now
that her husband was facing a long-term sentence.
When Warrick had finished processing the scene, and Mr. Ayres was on
his way to the LVPD, he and Sara returned to the Tahoe, packed up
their things, and settled in for the short ride back to the lab, with
Warrick driving.
At a particularly long light, Warrick realized that not only had Sara
not said a single thing since they'd been on the road, but that she
was staring out the window, seemingly interested in the roadside
wedding chapel.
"Sara? Something I should know?" Warrick couldn't help but grin at
his joke, but when he saw the look on Sara's face as she turned from
the window, his grin quickly subsided.
"I'm just tired. That was like a bad episode of Jerry Springer," she
sighed, and turned back to the window.
Glancing at the green light, he put the car in motion again, but
couldn't help but keep looking at Sara. She'd never admitted aloud to
him that she was tired. He turned his attention back to the road, but
the part of his mind not focused on driving, was focused on Sara.
When they'd pulled into the parking lot of the lab, and Warrick had
shut off the engine, he took a chance and looked at Sara. She was
still staring out the window, but this time, her attention was on a
light blue Toyota parked next to them. Warrick knew though, that if
he asked Sara a specific question about that car, she wouldn't have
been able to answer it; a true testament to just how distracted she
was.
He left the keys in the ignition and reached out to touch her
shoulder lightly.
"Sara? It's just me... what's going on?" He couldn't tell if he sounded
alarmed or not, or even if he should've sounded alarmed, but he was
close enough to it, he figured.
When she finally looked at him, he relaxed a little, because, even
though she looked stressed, she didn't look sick like he'd originally
thought she might be. "That man talked about cheating on his wife as
if it were the easiest thing in the world. I guess to some people, it
is." Her voice trailed off, but Warrick filled in the blanks. The
case had her thinking about Hank, who Warrick could only describe as
a moronic bastard.
His hand had long since moved down her shoulder and arm and had
grasped her hand, their fingers entwining naturally. Now, he could
only stare and squeeze her hand tightly, silently praying that she
wouldn't say what he knew she was thinking.
But Sara had never been one to keep her thoughts to herself, so he
was prepared.
"It just makes me so insecure. And I hate admitting that. Makes me
feel like everyone is just waiting to screw me over, cheat on me, and
then leave." She finished, staring down at their hands and Warrick
didn't know whether to loosen or tighten his grip.
He must have unknowingly loosened his grip, because Sara glanced up
at him, eyes uncertain and questioning.
"I trust you, you know that. And I know that you don't lie to me, but
how do I know you won't?"
At any other time, he would have laughed at the absurdity of Sara
Sidle, his friend, best friend, girlfriend, even asking such a
question. But now he knew that he needed to make her realize that
just because some people weren't worth trusting, didn't mean that you
couldn't trust other people.
TBC.