FIC: Rocky Mountain High [CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami; Calleigh/Sara]
Fandom: CSI: Miami (crossed over with CSI: Las Vegas)
Title: Rocky Mountain High
Author/Artist: WhatBecomesOfYou
Theme: 21. Stars
Pairing: Calleigh Duquesne/Sara Sidle
Rating: PG
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own CSI: Miami or CSI: Las Vegas, or any of the characters from either one. I’m just borrowing them and will return them intact to their rightful owners when I’m done, promise.
Notes: Set sometime after season three of Miami and season five of Las Vegas. This was somewhat hard to write, but I ended up being happy with how it turned out.
Summary: A convention in Denver brings together two female CSIs.
The last thing Calleigh remembered before locking eyes with the face across the room was that she needed more hors d’oeuvres. And then, in a shift of brown hair, a pair of brown eyes locked with hers. It was a strange feeling. If this had been some romance novel, there’d be a whole thing about kinetic energy flying through the air, sparks glowing, and it being like seeing each other for the first time. Well, to be fair to the romance novels of the world, it was the first time she had seen this particular woman.
She wove her way intricately through the crowd, making her way toward the brunette, softly muttering “excuse me” and “pardon me” as she jostled her fellow convention-goers. Finally, she had reached her intended target.
“Calleigh Duquesne, Miami,” she said, almost instinctually, a formal greeting, reaching out her hand to initiate a handshake.
The other woman bit her lip as she reached out her hand to reciprocate the handshake. “Sara Sidle, Las Vegas.”
Calleigh mentally paged through the cases she had worked on with other jurisdictions. “You work with Catherine and Warrick, don’t you?”
Sara smiled. “Yeah, they’re two of my co-workers.”The silence was excruciating and awkward, as Calleigh nervously grinned, and Sara folded her arms over her chest. “So…uhh…you want to get out of here?” Calleigh asked.
“What are we going to do?”
Damn. She had a point. It wasn’t as though either of them knew the streets of Denver that well, unless there was something Sara wasn’t telling her. She shrugged, her blonde hair bouncing freely. “We could just walk around.”
There was a slight chuckle, or perhaps it was a snort, and then a genuine grin. “Let’s go,” Sara said in reply.
They walked along the streets of Denver, talking animatedly. Something about the fresh air, maybe it was getting away from the hotel and the horde of fellow crime scene investigators, made things feel more relaxed, more intimate.
“You have a special guy back home, Calleigh?” Sara asked, as they walked past a couple holding hands and gazing into each other’s eyes.
She shook her head and cast her eyes to the ground. “No.”
“Why not?” Simple, direct to the point, unadorned with frills, and it was a good question too. If she had wanted, she could probably have her choice of guys back in Miami. Horatio, Ryan, Eric, any of them would be falling all over themselves, if she paid them that kind of attention.
“I got burned.” It wasn’t the complete truth, but Hagen’s suicide had burned some small part of her.
“I know how that goes,” Sara replied, looking over at Calleigh. “I used to date this guy named Hank, and he cheated on me with this other girl. It was over after that.”
“How’d you find out he was cheating?”
“Look, Calleigh, I really do appreciate the company, but Hank is in my past. I broke up with him over two years ago.”
“So you don’t want to talk about him.”
“Exactly.”
They continued walking, and Calleigh drew in a sharp breath. “It’s a lot colder here than in Miami,” she said, redirecting the conversation onto a more neutral footing. “I should have brought a jacket.”
“I’d offer you my jacket, but I left it in my hotel room,” Sara replied, frowning slightly. “Maybe if we walk closer together, some body heat will transfer between us?”
Calleigh’s eyebrows shot straight upward. There was something to be said for sharing body heat, after all, and she didn’t relish the thought of freezing to death - however improbable of a thought that was, it wasn’t even freezing, just cold compared to home - because of lack of a jacket. But she wasn’t sure that Sara’s idea was the best idea.
They walked closer together, Calleigh’s heart beating faster, in silence - though, this time, instead of being awkward, it was companionable. Calleigh spotted a park bench, and nudged Sara. “Can we sit down?”
“Sure,” Sara said, agreeing to the idea. “I could use a break from walking.”
Calleigh gazed up at the sky, seeing the first stars of the evening, each one glimmering like faraway diamonds on black silk. “The stars seem closer here, almost prettier.”
“And when was the last time you went stargazing?”
“Occasionally, I’ll go to the beach at night and just sit there, watching the stars and listen to the waves breaking against the shore. Quiet then, allows me to think.”
“So if you lived here, you’d…go to the mountains?”
“Something like that, yeah.”Sara drew closer to her. “I’m glad you came to Denver, Calleigh. I would have been bored if I didn’t have someone to talk to tonight.”
“What would you have done then, in lieu of birthing new blisters while walking with me?”
She paused. “I would have smuggled some canapés up to my hotel room and watched some crappy horror movie on cable.”
“Thrilling.”
“I know,” she said with a laugh. “I’ll take the baby blisters over another night alone.
”Time passed, Sara laid her head on Calleigh’s shoulder. “You want to go back to the hotel?” Calleigh asked, looking sideways at her.
“And lose the company of Calleigh Duquesne?”
“I never said that it had to be ‘good night’ once we got back.”
“I’d rather stay here right now,” she replied, moving closer to Calleigh. “I’m not sure if I have the energy to walk back to the hotel right now anyway.”
“We could call for a cab. I’ll pay for the fare.”
“No,” she said, more insistently this time. “Going back to the hotel means that we have to return to our regular lives, and I don’t want that. Not now.”
“What do you want?” Calleigh asked cautiously, a tiny puff of breath visible in the chilly air. Sara was alternately an open book and an enigma, and it was frustrating. She knew that if only she could crack open Sara’s shell…
Sara gnawed absentmindedly at her lower lip. “You really want to know?”
“Yes.”
“You wouldn’t want to know.”
“Yes, I do.” It was insistent, and Calleigh was beginning to get slightly fearful, but her curiosity was piqued as well. What could be so bad that Sara was refusing to say it to her?
“Fine,” she said in reply, drawing out the word, almost in a whine. Leaning her head upward, from its former resting position on Calleigh’s shoulder, she gently pressed her lips to Calleigh’s, feather light to the touch. “There.” She broke away from Calleigh and folded her arms across her chest, staring at the blonde next to her, defying her to speak.
A kiss. She had been afraid of kissing her. That was all. If the situation was different, it may have merited a laugh. “Sara?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t be afraid,” she whispered, placing her fingers below Sara’s chin and gently raising Sara’s face to meet hers, looking into her eyes, seeing nothing but fear and…lust? No, that had to be love. It was unmistakable, even in the darkness. This time, Calleigh initiated the kiss, slightly firmer than Sara’s feather-light touch, but more affirmative in the statement.
As they broke apart reluctantly, the reflection of the stars sparkled in Sara’s eyes. “So, you were mentioning going back to the hotel?” she said, a cautious undertone to the hopeful question.
“You want to now?”
“Yes.”
Calleigh had to smile at the sudden change of heart.
“But only if you join me,” Sara finished, a smile on her face.
“Of course I will. Let’s call a cab.”
“No. Let’s walk back.”
“What about blisters?”
“That’s the least of my concerns.”
“Then why…”
Sara cut her off with another kiss. “Let’s go,” she said, tugging Calleigh’s hand. “I don’t want to lose any more time out here in the cold.”
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Title: Rocky Mountain High
Author/Artist: WhatBecomesOfYou
Theme: 21. Stars
Pairing: Calleigh Duquesne/Sara Sidle
Rating: PG
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own CSI: Miami or CSI: Las Vegas, or any of the characters from either one. I’m just borrowing them and will return them intact to their rightful owners when I’m done, promise.
Notes: Set sometime after season three of Miami and season five of Las Vegas. This was somewhat hard to write, but I ended up being happy with how it turned out.
Summary: A convention in Denver brings together two female CSIs.
The last thing Calleigh remembered before locking eyes with the face across the room was that she needed more hors d’oeuvres. And then, in a shift of brown hair, a pair of brown eyes locked with hers. It was a strange feeling. If this had been some romance novel, there’d be a whole thing about kinetic energy flying through the air, sparks glowing, and it being like seeing each other for the first time. Well, to be fair to the romance novels of the world, it was the first time she had seen this particular woman.
She wove her way intricately through the crowd, making her way toward the brunette, softly muttering “excuse me” and “pardon me” as she jostled her fellow convention-goers. Finally, she had reached her intended target.
“Calleigh Duquesne, Miami,” she said, almost instinctually, a formal greeting, reaching out her hand to initiate a handshake.
The other woman bit her lip as she reached out her hand to reciprocate the handshake. “Sara Sidle, Las Vegas.”
Calleigh mentally paged through the cases she had worked on with other jurisdictions. “You work with Catherine and Warrick, don’t you?”
Sara smiled. “Yeah, they’re two of my co-workers.”The silence was excruciating and awkward, as Calleigh nervously grinned, and Sara folded her arms over her chest. “So…uhh…you want to get out of here?” Calleigh asked.
“What are we going to do?”
Damn. She had a point. It wasn’t as though either of them knew the streets of Denver that well, unless there was something Sara wasn’t telling her. She shrugged, her blonde hair bouncing freely. “We could just walk around.”
There was a slight chuckle, or perhaps it was a snort, and then a genuine grin. “Let’s go,” Sara said in reply.
They walked along the streets of Denver, talking animatedly. Something about the fresh air, maybe it was getting away from the hotel and the horde of fellow crime scene investigators, made things feel more relaxed, more intimate.
“You have a special guy back home, Calleigh?” Sara asked, as they walked past a couple holding hands and gazing into each other’s eyes.
She shook her head and cast her eyes to the ground. “No.”
“Why not?” Simple, direct to the point, unadorned with frills, and it was a good question too. If she had wanted, she could probably have her choice of guys back in Miami. Horatio, Ryan, Eric, any of them would be falling all over themselves, if she paid them that kind of attention.
“I got burned.” It wasn’t the complete truth, but Hagen’s suicide had burned some small part of her.
“I know how that goes,” Sara replied, looking over at Calleigh. “I used to date this guy named Hank, and he cheated on me with this other girl. It was over after that.”
“How’d you find out he was cheating?”
“Look, Calleigh, I really do appreciate the company, but Hank is in my past. I broke up with him over two years ago.”
“So you don’t want to talk about him.”
“Exactly.”
They continued walking, and Calleigh drew in a sharp breath. “It’s a lot colder here than in Miami,” she said, redirecting the conversation onto a more neutral footing. “I should have brought a jacket.”
“I’d offer you my jacket, but I left it in my hotel room,” Sara replied, frowning slightly. “Maybe if we walk closer together, some body heat will transfer between us?”
Calleigh’s eyebrows shot straight upward. There was something to be said for sharing body heat, after all, and she didn’t relish the thought of freezing to death - however improbable of a thought that was, it wasn’t even freezing, just cold compared to home - because of lack of a jacket. But she wasn’t sure that Sara’s idea was the best idea.
They walked closer together, Calleigh’s heart beating faster, in silence - though, this time, instead of being awkward, it was companionable. Calleigh spotted a park bench, and nudged Sara. “Can we sit down?”
“Sure,” Sara said, agreeing to the idea. “I could use a break from walking.”
Calleigh gazed up at the sky, seeing the first stars of the evening, each one glimmering like faraway diamonds on black silk. “The stars seem closer here, almost prettier.”
“And when was the last time you went stargazing?”
“Occasionally, I’ll go to the beach at night and just sit there, watching the stars and listen to the waves breaking against the shore. Quiet then, allows me to think.”
“So if you lived here, you’d…go to the mountains?”
“Something like that, yeah.”Sara drew closer to her. “I’m glad you came to Denver, Calleigh. I would have been bored if I didn’t have someone to talk to tonight.”
“What would you have done then, in lieu of birthing new blisters while walking with me?”
She paused. “I would have smuggled some canapés up to my hotel room and watched some crappy horror movie on cable.”
“Thrilling.”
“I know,” she said with a laugh. “I’ll take the baby blisters over another night alone.
”Time passed, Sara laid her head on Calleigh’s shoulder. “You want to go back to the hotel?” Calleigh asked, looking sideways at her.
“And lose the company of Calleigh Duquesne?”
“I never said that it had to be ‘good night’ once we got back.”
“I’d rather stay here right now,” she replied, moving closer to Calleigh. “I’m not sure if I have the energy to walk back to the hotel right now anyway.”
“We could call for a cab. I’ll pay for the fare.”
“No,” she said, more insistently this time. “Going back to the hotel means that we have to return to our regular lives, and I don’t want that. Not now.”
“What do you want?” Calleigh asked cautiously, a tiny puff of breath visible in the chilly air. Sara was alternately an open book and an enigma, and it was frustrating. She knew that if only she could crack open Sara’s shell…
Sara gnawed absentmindedly at her lower lip. “You really want to know?”
“Yes.”
“You wouldn’t want to know.”
“Yes, I do.” It was insistent, and Calleigh was beginning to get slightly fearful, but her curiosity was piqued as well. What could be so bad that Sara was refusing to say it to her?
“Fine,” she said in reply, drawing out the word, almost in a whine. Leaning her head upward, from its former resting position on Calleigh’s shoulder, she gently pressed her lips to Calleigh’s, feather light to the touch. “There.” She broke away from Calleigh and folded her arms across her chest, staring at the blonde next to her, defying her to speak.
A kiss. She had been afraid of kissing her. That was all. If the situation was different, it may have merited a laugh. “Sara?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t be afraid,” she whispered, placing her fingers below Sara’s chin and gently raising Sara’s face to meet hers, looking into her eyes, seeing nothing but fear and…lust? No, that had to be love. It was unmistakable, even in the darkness. This time, Calleigh initiated the kiss, slightly firmer than Sara’s feather-light touch, but more affirmative in the statement.
As they broke apart reluctantly, the reflection of the stars sparkled in Sara’s eyes. “So, you were mentioning going back to the hotel?” she said, a cautious undertone to the hopeful question.
“You want to now?”
“Yes.”
Calleigh had to smile at the sudden change of heart.
“But only if you join me,” Sara finished, a smile on her face.
“Of course I will. Let’s call a cab.”
“No. Let’s walk back.”
“What about blisters?”
“That’s the least of my concerns.”
“Then why…”
Sara cut her off with another kiss. “Let’s go,” she said, tugging Calleigh’s hand. “I don’t want to lose any more time out here in the cold.”
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