Daisy

Rating: PG

Pairing: Warrick/Sara

Word Count: 402

Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.

Summary: Sara indulges in a childhood memory

Author's Notes: For the LiveJournal csreports 54.40 song titles challenge.

 

Sara sits on the grass, looking up at the sky, takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. It feels good, just to be out in the open air, relaxing, not thinking about work, about cases, just to completely get away from everything. She’s honest enough to admit that she was dragged out, practically kicking and screaming, but now she’s here, she’s glad she is.

 

Ever the CSI though, she can’t help looking around her, at the kids in the playground, their parents in groups on the sidelines, keeping a watchful eye. There are people walking dogs, a group of teenagers playing with a Frisbee, still more people just sitting around, enjoying the day, just like she is.

 

Her eyes keep travelling, landing eventually on the grass beside her, and she smiles at what she sees there. A memory, long forgotten, comes back to her, of her seven-year-old self sitting in a park just like this one, back in Tomales Bay. Her mother was beside her, and it must have been during the summer, because the place was packed with kids and their parents and their picnics. On the blanket beside her, Sara’s mother showed her how to make daisy chain necklaces, mother taking great delight in her daughter’s dexterity, the two of them ending up festooned in the little white flowers.

 

It was with the leftover ones that Mom taught her the other thing you do with daisies, and it’s what she finds herself doing now.

 

Picking off the leaves one by one, keeping silent count.

 

She stops when a shadow falls over her, and she looks up from the green grass to green eyes, from the white leaves to a white smile. Dropping the flower, she grins at him, reaches up to take the ice-cream cone he’s offering her, taking his too as he drops down beside her.

 

“Don’t let me stop you,” he quips once he’s settled, reclaiming his ice-cream, sliding his free hand low across her back, so that it just skims the gap between her tank top and her jeans. His skin is cold from the ice-cream, but that’s not the reason she shivers.

 

The reason she shivers is the same reason that she can drop the daisy so easily, without finishing the rhyme. She doesn’t need childish games to know that Warrick loves her. His touch, the way he looks at her is proof enough.