Fic: Taking A Chance
Title: How It Started
Author: Mikey
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
Summary: Takes place in season 5, No Humans Involved episode (I'm still waiting on season 6 *crosses arms and sulks*)
Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I don't own them, just having some fun
Warnings: English is not my first language. I like to think that it's good enough... but there might be some small grammar errors. Point them out and I'll happily correct them
How It Started
When I exit Grissom’s office, I see Sara sitting behind her laptop, staring at the screen. It makes me pause, and I lean against the doorframe, watching her. I do that a lot though. She’s… a mystery to me, and I hate that. Everyone tells me I’m downright scary in the way I figure people out, and I guess they’re right. People can’t hide things from me easily. But Sara… I can’t seem to figure her out.
There’s something about her that pulls me to her. She’s so guarded, and yet so passionate about her work, which makes me wonder how she would be in a more… intimate situation. I shake my head before I go further on that thought. Where was I… right. She makes me feel things that I haven’t in years, and honestly, it frightens me. I wonder what happened to the Sofia who would go to a bar and pick some random woman up, go back to her place, get what she wants and leave before the other wakes up. I realise suddenly that I haven’t done that since the day I met Sara, not even a month ago. We’ve barely talked and I’m already in the deep. I focus back on her and I can feel that something is different about her right now, and I look closer to find out what it can be.
And then I notice it. Her eyes. There’s such sadness in them that I have to catch myself of stumbling back. I’ve seen that look before, plenty of times. After all, in a job like this, you meet people on the worst days of their lives. But I have absolutely no idea why she looks like that right now.
I resist the urge to just go over and wrap her in my arms. I fear it, because I know that it wouldn’t be out of pity. And if it isn’t pity…. I shake my head again. I’m so not going on that train of thought. I move over towards her slowly.
‘Sara?’
No reaction. She must be very far off to not notice me, seeing as I'm standing right behind her now. I wonder what she’s looking at, but I refuse to look at the screen. It isn’t my business, and something about her makes me respect that. I put my hand on her shoulder to get her attention, but pull back quickly when I see her reaction. She gasps, and actually moves her arm in front of her face, as if… avoiding to be hit. It’s my turn to gasp as that realisation sinks in. I can’t help myself, my eyes automatically move towards the screen.
THE PEOPLE VS. LAURA SIDLE W/2
MODESTO, CALIFORNIA, 1984.
I close my eyes in an attempt to pull myself back together, take a deep breath and turn my eyes back to her. She’s trembling, and her eyes show fear. I take a step back, but then I realise that she isn’t actually afraid of me, but afraid of the fact that I know about… it… now. I cringe at my own thoughts and suddenly Sara’s standing, looking around frantically.
‘I uh… I have to go.’ She mutters, before basically fleeing the room. I stand there for a second, trying to get my brain to work again, before I turn around and run after her. I catch up with her in the entrance hall and grasp her forearm to make her stop. She flinches and turns around, eyes moving around wildly before settling on mine.
‘Sara…’
‘Don’t.’ She says harshly. ‘I don’t need your pity.’
I shake my head. ‘I don’t pity you Sara.’
She looks at me, disbelieving.
I resist the urge to throw my hands in the air out of despair. Instead, I just sigh. ‘You are an amazing person Sara, you’re passionate about your job, scarily smart, strong-willed… I admire that, and I certainly don’t see a reason to pity you. Whatever it is that happened to you… Look, I just wanted to apologize… for startling you, and poking my nose into business that isn’t mine. I shouldn’t have, and I’m sorry for that.’
She’s just standing there, staring at me, and it makes me fidget. Something I don’t do. Ever.
‘How about some breakfast? Make it up to you? Please?’
I can’t believe I’m begging. Hell, I can’t believe I actually asked her for breakfast. Great timing, idiot. She opens her mouth, and I prepare myself for a tongue-lashing and a rejection. She sighs.
‘Okay.’
My brain has a hard time catching up on that. It didn’t even cross my mind that she might agree.
‘Okay?’ I ask, feeling slightly stupid for repeating her.
She gives me a little smile and nods. ‘Yeah, okay. But you’re buying.’
And all I can do is smile stupidly and guide her out of the lab.
Part 2