Hestia
Coroner
This is a response to CSI_Watcher_8's challenege of a Vartann/Sara ficlet. The guidelines were strict, and it proved to be original yet tough. But in the end, the only real challenge was not making it too long! 
Alright, hope you like this. For all the Det. Vartann/Sara fans...
Sara was chosen to accompany Detective Vartann on a stake-out involving a serial rapist. He was a little concerned for her safety, especially when she suggested she be the bait. After two tense hours, she went back to the car only to find their suspect coming out of the motel. He called back-up and ran up to the guy. It was lucky the suspect was unarmed and drunk. Sara held her breath as she followed Vartann.
"You got him?"
"I got him." He cuffed the guy and led him to a nearby cruiser.
It was a satisfying night. They caught the guy and no one else got hurt. The cops went out to celebrate, and Sara tagged along. Actually, Vartann insisted she come along.
"You guys arrested him, you go." she protested.
"No way, you were always there and you helped us nab him. You did good Sidle."
She found herself in a dark, but not overly seedy club with a bar. The officers were having their second round of beers.
"No thanks," she declined when they offered her a bottle. She was still feeling a buzz from that capture. She didn’t need alcohol.
After an hour, and a lot of self-congratulating talk, most of the cops went home. Sara and Vartann stayed behind. Neither of them drank anything, and they stayed on neutral ground - work.
"You’re a hell of a woman, Sidle," he smiled at her.
She just raised an eyebrow. "Thanks. You’re good too. We need to do more stakeouts together," she joked.
"Yeah," he leaned back looking around. Suddenly neither had nothing much to say.
"This is a nice song."
"Hmmm?" Vartann looked at her, "Do you sing?"
"No... well, in the shower if it counts," she shook her head in embarrassment.
"It’s karaoke night. Wanna give it a try?"
Sara just gaped at him, "No way. I don’t sing, especially in front of crowds. I’m not... very good."
"I have to disagree. You were humming back there in the car. If you sing half as good as you hum, you could beat these karaoke wannabes."
With a lot of coaxing and egging on, Sara reluctantly took the stage.
No one seemed to pay much attention to her as she chose a soulful ballad from the singer Billie Holiday, she directed her gaze on the only man who seemed intrigued. Dare she even think - impressed?
“I wished on the moon/ For something I never knew/ Wished on the moon/ For more than I ever knew/ A sweeter rose, a softer sky/ On April days that would not dance by/ I begged on the stars/ To throw me a beam or two/ Wished on the stars/ And asked for a dream or two/ I looked for every loveliness/ It all came true/ I wished on the moon for you..."
The few people who weren’t dead drunk or engaged in other activities applauded - though none clapped more or harder than Vartann.
With a quick bow she got off the stage and headed for the bar. If she needed a drink to calm her nerves, now was the time.
"Hey, I knew you’d be good, but wow! That was incredible." He caught up to her and grabbed her hand.
"Had anything - or anyone - in mind while you were singing?” His hand was on her cheek and she could tell he was as affected as she was.
"Yeah... I did have someone in mind... kind of."
Before she could rationalize or think of the consequences, she leaned in and kissed him. He seemed to anticipate it, leaning in and wrapping his arms around her.
No one paid attention to them which was just how they wanted it. In the dark, smoky club under the moon and stars.
I hope you lked the little Billie Holiday reference. I always thought Sara would do a good job with the soulful poetry of this siren.
Now I'm off to work on the new LH/Grissom ficlet, plus another challenge that someone PM'd me.
Alright, hope you like this. For all the Det. Vartann/Sara fans...
Sara was chosen to accompany Detective Vartann on a stake-out involving a serial rapist. He was a little concerned for her safety, especially when she suggested she be the bait. After two tense hours, she went back to the car only to find their suspect coming out of the motel. He called back-up and ran up to the guy. It was lucky the suspect was unarmed and drunk. Sara held her breath as she followed Vartann.
"You got him?"
"I got him." He cuffed the guy and led him to a nearby cruiser.
It was a satisfying night. They caught the guy and no one else got hurt. The cops went out to celebrate, and Sara tagged along. Actually, Vartann insisted she come along.
"You guys arrested him, you go." she protested.
"No way, you were always there and you helped us nab him. You did good Sidle."
She found herself in a dark, but not overly seedy club with a bar. The officers were having their second round of beers.
"No thanks," she declined when they offered her a bottle. She was still feeling a buzz from that capture. She didn’t need alcohol.
After an hour, and a lot of self-congratulating talk, most of the cops went home. Sara and Vartann stayed behind. Neither of them drank anything, and they stayed on neutral ground - work.
"You’re a hell of a woman, Sidle," he smiled at her.
She just raised an eyebrow. "Thanks. You’re good too. We need to do more stakeouts together," she joked.
"Yeah," he leaned back looking around. Suddenly neither had nothing much to say.
"This is a nice song."
"Hmmm?" Vartann looked at her, "Do you sing?"
"No... well, in the shower if it counts," she shook her head in embarrassment.
"It’s karaoke night. Wanna give it a try?"
Sara just gaped at him, "No way. I don’t sing, especially in front of crowds. I’m not... very good."
"I have to disagree. You were humming back there in the car. If you sing half as good as you hum, you could beat these karaoke wannabes."
With a lot of coaxing and egging on, Sara reluctantly took the stage.
No one seemed to pay much attention to her as she chose a soulful ballad from the singer Billie Holiday, she directed her gaze on the only man who seemed intrigued. Dare she even think - impressed?
“I wished on the moon/ For something I never knew/ Wished on the moon/ For more than I ever knew/ A sweeter rose, a softer sky/ On April days that would not dance by/ I begged on the stars/ To throw me a beam or two/ Wished on the stars/ And asked for a dream or two/ I looked for every loveliness/ It all came true/ I wished on the moon for you..."
The few people who weren’t dead drunk or engaged in other activities applauded - though none clapped more or harder than Vartann.
With a quick bow she got off the stage and headed for the bar. If she needed a drink to calm her nerves, now was the time.
"Hey, I knew you’d be good, but wow! That was incredible." He caught up to her and grabbed her hand.
"Had anything - or anyone - in mind while you were singing?” His hand was on her cheek and she could tell he was as affected as she was.
"Yeah... I did have someone in mind... kind of."
Before she could rationalize or think of the consequences, she leaned in and kissed him. He seemed to anticipate it, leaning in and wrapping his arms around her.
No one paid attention to them which was just how they wanted it. In the dark, smoky club under the moon and stars.
I hope you lked the little Billie Holiday reference. I always thought Sara would do a good job with the soulful poetry of this siren.
Now I'm off to work on the new LH/Grissom ficlet, plus another challenge that someone PM'd me.
