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femslash_fluffTitle: Ring in the New Year
Author: Ann
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
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Challenge: Any pairing, office party, jewelry
Disclaimer: No ownership, simply fluff
Politely listening to Warrick and Nick argue over the pros and cons of the newest video game, Sofia glanced around looking for the one person she most wanted to see at the departmental New Year’s Eve party. She’d only decided to attend because she hoped to spend some time trying to crack the shell of the mystery known as Sara Sidle.
After all, what good was a New Year’s resolution if the object of your resolution wouldn’t allow you to engage in any conversation not relating to the job?
However, tonight was her night; tonight was the night she was going to sit down and talk to Sara about things that mattered, things that were important, things that involved the two of them.
Of course, it also helped that Grissom was working. He and Greg along with a couple of others from the day shift and the swing shift drew the short straws and were assigned to work together on graveyard so that other members from their respective shifts could attend the New Year’s Eve party. It would be so much easier for the detective to approach Sara if the socially inept Grissom wasn't around garnering the brunette's attention.
Sofia also heard through the grapevine that Sara wasn’t one bit happy that Ecklie wouldn’t allow her to substitute for Greg; so frankly, she was going to be surprised if Sara actually showed tonight.
Movement by the punch bowl got her immediate attention, and Sofia smiled when she caught sight of Sara standing in front of the bowl, looking into it intently. Excusing herself from an oblivious Nick and Warrick, she made her way towards the frowning brunette.
“Hey Sara, I didn’t think you would come tonight,” Sofia said, alerting the other woman to her presence.
Staring more intently into the bowl, Sara replied, “Oh, hi Sofia. Yeah, I didn’t want to, but Ecklie threatened to suspend me if I didn’t make an appearance. So, I planned to show up, smile, greet my colleagues, and leave before midnight.”
“Planned?” Sofia asked, not happy that Sara seemed more interested in the punch bowl than in her, but when Sara looked up at the detective; Sofia was surprised to see the red cheeks the investigator was sporting.
“Yeah, planned; however, I’ve got this little problem that I need to take care of first, only I’m not exactly sure how I should go about solving it,” Sara explained as she turned her attention back to the bowl.
“Well, I like puzzles. Maybe I can help?” Sofia offered, stepping closer to Sara to peer down into the punch bowl that held the investigator’s attention.
Sofia frowned when she noticed the tiny object at the bottom of the bowl, and finally after squinting, she was able to make out a ring of some sort. Turning to Sara, she asked, “Is it yours?”
Very softly, Sara replied, “Yes, it was my grandmother’s ring. I never take it off. I don’t understand how it slipped off my finger.”
“Well, you’ve lost a bit of weight lately so perhaps the ring loosened on your finger,” Sofia surmised, pleased that the brunette offered a personal touch to her explanation.
Surprised, Sara looked up at the blonde and asked, “How do you know I’ve lost weight?”
Sofia titled her head slightly and replied, “I notice things about you, Sara,” but not wanting to spook the investigator, she grinned and added, “Besides, I’m a detective.”
Returning the grin, Sara glanced back down into the bowl. “Well, Ms. Detective. I’ve tried using the ladle, but it’s too thick and I can’t scoop the ring up. What do you propose we do to get it out of this punch?”
Sofia quickly scanned the room and smiled when she noticed the serving table. Excusing herself, she made her way across the room, and making sure no one was watching, she lifted one of the candles from its holder and slid it up her sleeve. Turning, she walked back towards the punch bowl and an awaiting Sara.
Unconsciously running her hand up and down the candle, Sofia appeared to caress the end before angling it into the bowl. Turning toward the brunette, she instructed, “Position yourself to block everyone’s view while I try to fish out the ring.”
When Sara didn’t move, Sofia looked up to find her smirking and asked, “What?”
Pointing to the candle, Sara replied, “My finger isn’t that big. I think you should use the smaller end.” Sofia studied the smooth base of the candle for a few moments and then glanced at Sara’s finger, and it was her turn to red when she realized what the brunette had been thinking.
“Just turn around and let me do my job,” Sofia ordered, clearly embarrassed, and Sara chuckled before she decided to follow the detective’s instructions. Certain that the brunette was between her and the other partygoers, Sofia slipped the candle into the bowl and began her fishing expedition. After several tries, she finally looped the ring onto the end of the candle and slowly brought it to the surface.
“Got it,” Sofia proudly exclaimed, slipping the ring off the candle and onto a napkin. Sara quickly turned and watched as the blonde took great care in drying off the heirloom.
Satisfied that she had removed the liquid from the ring, Sofia said, “Here you go. It’s probably still a little sticky. You’ll need to use soap and water, or perhaps even a cleaner, when you get home.”
Sara reached for the ring and slipped it onto her finger in a slow, almost reverent, motion. Rotating the gold heirloom, she stared at the jewelry for several moments before she broke out in a smile that lightened up her entire being. In fact, Sofia had never been witness to such a beautiful smile from the brunette and hoped that she would be on the receiving end again sometime in the very near future.
“Thanks, Sofia. I was about ready to reach into the bowl with my bare hands, but then I would’ve had to figure out a way to get rid of the punch before someone tried to drink it. I wonder if we should still dispose of it; it can’t be very sanitary to have used the candle,” Sara offered just as Hodges came over and picked up the ladle to fill his cup.
Neither woman said a word as the lab technician drank from the cup before refilling it to the brim. Grinning, well more like smirking, he asked, “Couldn’t either of you get a date? It will be midnight soon, and it’s bad luck not to ring the New Year in with a kiss.”
“Don’t worry Hodges. I plan to leave in a few minutes anyway. Here, why don’t you let me get you some more punch?” Sara asked sweetly, reaching for the weasel’s glass.
“What about you, Sofia? You don’t look like the type that would want to chance fate,” Hodges replied as Sara poured him another cup and stirred it with the candle’s end when his attention was still on the detective.
“Well,” Sofia started, looking around for someone to call her date.
“Actually, Hodges, Sofia and I were just leaving. There’s an all night diner down the road that serves the best coffee in Vegas. We thought we’d get a cup before heading home,” Sara interrupted, much to the delight of the blonde.
“Oh, okay. I think I see Wendy over by the hors d’oeuvres. You two have fun,” Hodges responded, moving toward the other side of the room just as an observant Wendy saw him coming and slipped into the nearby restroom.
Shaking her head, Sara said, “Poor Wendy, she’ll be stuck in that restroom all night.”
Grinning, Sofia replied, “No, she won’t. There’s an exit on the other side.”
Sara laughed a rich laugh, and Sofia immediately joined in, truly enjoying seeing Sara in a whole new light. Perhaps, the coffee excuse could play in her favor tonight.
“Hey, Sara. Do you think we could actually visit that diner you were talking about? I’m always in search of the perfect cup of coffee,” the detective asked, hoping that she would be allowed to spend more time in the brunette’s company.
“Sure. Let’s get our coats,” Sara suggested as the two walked toward the exit, offering their goodbyes and wishing everyone a ‘Happy New Year’ on their way to the door.
Outside, the detective turned to the investigator and asked, “Where are you parked?”
“Shit, I forgot I rode with Nick,” Sara replied. Hesitating, she asked, “I wonder why he didn’t say anything when I told him I’d see him tomorrow night?”
Sofia shrugged and offered, “Maybe he just assumed we were riding together to get our coffee. We can do that you know, ride together that is.”
Smiling broadly, Sara replied, “Yes, we can. Now, where’s your car?” In response, Sofia pointed to the end row of the parking lot, pleased that Sara was going along with the change in plans without an argument, while at the same time, trying to figure out how to get the brunette to smile more often.
The two walked side by side in comfortable silence on the way to the car, seemingly separating only because of necessity as each moved toward their respective car door.
Sofia unlocked the vehicle and opened her door to climb in, but she stopped when she noticed Sara staring intently at her from across the top of the car.
“What?” The detective asked in concern.
“Nothing really; I was just thinking about new beginnings,” Sara offered with yet another rare smile as she opened the car door and moved to get in. Sofia grinned at the response, hoping that there was some sort of hidden meaning in the words and that she would play a major role in seeing them come to fruition.
Sara placed her hand on the top of the door as she climbed into the vehicle, and the light from a nearby lamp post shone directly on her grandmother’s ring, illuminating a soft glow around the brunette’s finger and filling Sofia with hope that it was some sort of sign that the New Year would indeed bring the two of them closer together.
Climbing into the car, Sofia started the engine and backed from the space. She rested her hand on the console gear shift as usual and barely managed to keep from jumping out of her skin when a hand gently covered the top of her own.
Now, it was the blonde’s turn to smile as the two drove down the street on the way to the diner, neither wanting to say anything that might break their physical connection, and each silently pleased with the prospect of ringing in the New Year together.
Author: Ann
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
Challenger:
eclecticfanChallenge: Any pairing, office party, jewelry
Disclaimer: No ownership, simply fluff
Politely listening to Warrick and Nick argue over the pros and cons of the newest video game, Sofia glanced around looking for the one person she most wanted to see at the departmental New Year’s Eve party. She’d only decided to attend because she hoped to spend some time trying to crack the shell of the mystery known as Sara Sidle.
After all, what good was a New Year’s resolution if the object of your resolution wouldn’t allow you to engage in any conversation not relating to the job?
However, tonight was her night; tonight was the night she was going to sit down and talk to Sara about things that mattered, things that were important, things that involved the two of them.
Of course, it also helped that Grissom was working. He and Greg along with a couple of others from the day shift and the swing shift drew the short straws and were assigned to work together on graveyard so that other members from their respective shifts could attend the New Year’s Eve party. It would be so much easier for the detective to approach Sara if the socially inept Grissom wasn't around garnering the brunette's attention.
Sofia also heard through the grapevine that Sara wasn’t one bit happy that Ecklie wouldn’t allow her to substitute for Greg; so frankly, she was going to be surprised if Sara actually showed tonight.
Movement by the punch bowl got her immediate attention, and Sofia smiled when she caught sight of Sara standing in front of the bowl, looking into it intently. Excusing herself from an oblivious Nick and Warrick, she made her way towards the frowning brunette.
“Hey Sara, I didn’t think you would come tonight,” Sofia said, alerting the other woman to her presence.
Staring more intently into the bowl, Sara replied, “Oh, hi Sofia. Yeah, I didn’t want to, but Ecklie threatened to suspend me if I didn’t make an appearance. So, I planned to show up, smile, greet my colleagues, and leave before midnight.”
“Planned?” Sofia asked, not happy that Sara seemed more interested in the punch bowl than in her, but when Sara looked up at the detective; Sofia was surprised to see the red cheeks the investigator was sporting.
“Yeah, planned; however, I’ve got this little problem that I need to take care of first, only I’m not exactly sure how I should go about solving it,” Sara explained as she turned her attention back to the bowl.
“Well, I like puzzles. Maybe I can help?” Sofia offered, stepping closer to Sara to peer down into the punch bowl that held the investigator’s attention.
Sofia frowned when she noticed the tiny object at the bottom of the bowl, and finally after squinting, she was able to make out a ring of some sort. Turning to Sara, she asked, “Is it yours?”
Very softly, Sara replied, “Yes, it was my grandmother’s ring. I never take it off. I don’t understand how it slipped off my finger.”
“Well, you’ve lost a bit of weight lately so perhaps the ring loosened on your finger,” Sofia surmised, pleased that the brunette offered a personal touch to her explanation.
Surprised, Sara looked up at the blonde and asked, “How do you know I’ve lost weight?”
Sofia titled her head slightly and replied, “I notice things about you, Sara,” but not wanting to spook the investigator, she grinned and added, “Besides, I’m a detective.”
Returning the grin, Sara glanced back down into the bowl. “Well, Ms. Detective. I’ve tried using the ladle, but it’s too thick and I can’t scoop the ring up. What do you propose we do to get it out of this punch?”
Sofia quickly scanned the room and smiled when she noticed the serving table. Excusing herself, she made her way across the room, and making sure no one was watching, she lifted one of the candles from its holder and slid it up her sleeve. Turning, she walked back towards the punch bowl and an awaiting Sara.
Unconsciously running her hand up and down the candle, Sofia appeared to caress the end before angling it into the bowl. Turning toward the brunette, she instructed, “Position yourself to block everyone’s view while I try to fish out the ring.”
When Sara didn’t move, Sofia looked up to find her smirking and asked, “What?”
Pointing to the candle, Sara replied, “My finger isn’t that big. I think you should use the smaller end.” Sofia studied the smooth base of the candle for a few moments and then glanced at Sara’s finger, and it was her turn to red when she realized what the brunette had been thinking.
“Just turn around and let me do my job,” Sofia ordered, clearly embarrassed, and Sara chuckled before she decided to follow the detective’s instructions. Certain that the brunette was between her and the other partygoers, Sofia slipped the candle into the bowl and began her fishing expedition. After several tries, she finally looped the ring onto the end of the candle and slowly brought it to the surface.
“Got it,” Sofia proudly exclaimed, slipping the ring off the candle and onto a napkin. Sara quickly turned and watched as the blonde took great care in drying off the heirloom.
Satisfied that she had removed the liquid from the ring, Sofia said, “Here you go. It’s probably still a little sticky. You’ll need to use soap and water, or perhaps even a cleaner, when you get home.”
Sara reached for the ring and slipped it onto her finger in a slow, almost reverent, motion. Rotating the gold heirloom, she stared at the jewelry for several moments before she broke out in a smile that lightened up her entire being. In fact, Sofia had never been witness to such a beautiful smile from the brunette and hoped that she would be on the receiving end again sometime in the very near future.
“Thanks, Sofia. I was about ready to reach into the bowl with my bare hands, but then I would’ve had to figure out a way to get rid of the punch before someone tried to drink it. I wonder if we should still dispose of it; it can’t be very sanitary to have used the candle,” Sara offered just as Hodges came over and picked up the ladle to fill his cup.
Neither woman said a word as the lab technician drank from the cup before refilling it to the brim. Grinning, well more like smirking, he asked, “Couldn’t either of you get a date? It will be midnight soon, and it’s bad luck not to ring the New Year in with a kiss.”
“Don’t worry Hodges. I plan to leave in a few minutes anyway. Here, why don’t you let me get you some more punch?” Sara asked sweetly, reaching for the weasel’s glass.
“What about you, Sofia? You don’t look like the type that would want to chance fate,” Hodges replied as Sara poured him another cup and stirred it with the candle’s end when his attention was still on the detective.
“Well,” Sofia started, looking around for someone to call her date.
“Actually, Hodges, Sofia and I were just leaving. There’s an all night diner down the road that serves the best coffee in Vegas. We thought we’d get a cup before heading home,” Sara interrupted, much to the delight of the blonde.
“Oh, okay. I think I see Wendy over by the hors d’oeuvres. You two have fun,” Hodges responded, moving toward the other side of the room just as an observant Wendy saw him coming and slipped into the nearby restroom.
Shaking her head, Sara said, “Poor Wendy, she’ll be stuck in that restroom all night.”
Grinning, Sofia replied, “No, she won’t. There’s an exit on the other side.”
Sara laughed a rich laugh, and Sofia immediately joined in, truly enjoying seeing Sara in a whole new light. Perhaps, the coffee excuse could play in her favor tonight.
“Hey, Sara. Do you think we could actually visit that diner you were talking about? I’m always in search of the perfect cup of coffee,” the detective asked, hoping that she would be allowed to spend more time in the brunette’s company.
“Sure. Let’s get our coats,” Sara suggested as the two walked toward the exit, offering their goodbyes and wishing everyone a ‘Happy New Year’ on their way to the door.
Outside, the detective turned to the investigator and asked, “Where are you parked?”
“Shit, I forgot I rode with Nick,” Sara replied. Hesitating, she asked, “I wonder why he didn’t say anything when I told him I’d see him tomorrow night?”
Sofia shrugged and offered, “Maybe he just assumed we were riding together to get our coffee. We can do that you know, ride together that is.”
Smiling broadly, Sara replied, “Yes, we can. Now, where’s your car?” In response, Sofia pointed to the end row of the parking lot, pleased that Sara was going along with the change in plans without an argument, while at the same time, trying to figure out how to get the brunette to smile more often.
The two walked side by side in comfortable silence on the way to the car, seemingly separating only because of necessity as each moved toward their respective car door.
Sofia unlocked the vehicle and opened her door to climb in, but she stopped when she noticed Sara staring intently at her from across the top of the car.
“What?” The detective asked in concern.
“Nothing really; I was just thinking about new beginnings,” Sara offered with yet another rare smile as she opened the car door and moved to get in. Sofia grinned at the response, hoping that there was some sort of hidden meaning in the words and that she would play a major role in seeing them come to fruition.
Sara placed her hand on the top of the door as she climbed into the vehicle, and the light from a nearby lamp post shone directly on her grandmother’s ring, illuminating a soft glow around the brunette’s finger and filling Sofia with hope that it was some sort of sign that the New Year would indeed bring the two of them closer together.
Climbing into the car, Sofia started the engine and backed from the space. She rested her hand on the console gear shift as usual and barely managed to keep from jumping out of her skin when a hand gently covered the top of her own.
Now, it was the blonde’s turn to smile as the two drove down the street on the way to the diner, neither wanting to say anything that might break their physical connection, and each silently pleased with the prospect of ringing in the New Year together.
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Date: 2006-12-15 01:25 pm (UTC)Takes away some of the nastier tastes of the current series. :-)
And one has clearly gotta watch out for those pesky punchbowls when wearing rings... there should be warning signs!
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Date: 2006-12-15 05:09 pm (UTC)I gotta watch Imagine me % you again.
BTW, I love all your stories.
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Date: 2006-12-16 12:05 am (UTC)Beware of the punch bowl!!! :)
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