Hope Dawning
Pairing: Warrick/Sara
Word Count: 220
Notes: For Medie’s first line challenge
He woke to a darkened room and an empty bed, frowning sleepily upon realisation of the latter. His first thought, when his mind cleared, was that Sara had left, run, and run quickly when she’d woken up beside him, realising where she was, and, more to the point, who she was with. He should have known, Warrick thought, that it was too good to be true, that there was no way that things would ever work out between them. She was too in love with Grissom for that, no matter what he might have let himself believe a few hours ago.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, freezing momentarily when he heard a noise. Turning his head, he realised that it was coming in the direction of the bathroom; moreover, he recognised what it was.
It was the sound of the shower running.
Hope dawning, he rose, padding to the bathroom, finding the door ajar, steam wafting out through it. He was fairly sure what – or who – he was going to see, but he still blinked when he saw her standing in his shower, blinked again when she turned to him, a broad grin on her face.
“What took you so long?” she asked, and all he could do was shake his head.
“I really have no idea.”