The Impossible
Rating: PG
Pairing: Warrick/Sara
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Summary: Warrick can do the impossible
Notes: For the LiveJournal CSReports Quote Challenge – I picked “I can get a print off the air.”
“I can get
a print off the air.”
Warrick
said that to Brass once, a smart comment thrown out over his shoulder, filled
with all the disdain that he’d felt for the question, if not the questioner.
He’d been working as a CSI for six years and more by then, had spent most of
that time with Brass as his boss. As far as he’d been concerned, he’d more than
proven his capabilities, his mettle, and such a question should never even have
passed Brass’s lips.
Arrogant? Perhaps a little, but that didn’t matter to
him, because he’d earned the right to be arrogant. He’d worked hard all his
life, grown up in a house where they were rich in love but poor in money, gone
to college on a hard-won athletic scholarship, worked several jobs to help pay
his way, to help support Grams, and he’d worked hard to be the best student,
the best CSI that he could be. And if, on the way, he’d grown to believe that
he could do the impossible, that’s because he worked hard to make it happen.
Then he met
her.
She blew
into his life with the force of a hurricane, all no-nonsense attitude, and
she’d let him know in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t going to take any crap
from him, and later, from anyone else. Theirs was a relationship born of
antagonism and distrust, formed with bad blood flowing between them, and he
remembers at times thinking that they would never get along, even after he grew
to respect her as a CSI, think that he could like her as a person.
He made
efforts to be her friend, only to be rebuffed at every turn, and it was only
when she investigated him a second time that things began to change, that she
began to realise that he wasn’t so bad a guy.
Pretty soon
after that, the impossible happened; the bad blood began to run clear, and soon
they were friends, then good friends and confidantes.
That’s what
they are now, or at least, that’s how she sees him. What she doesn’t know is
that he’s started to see her as something more, and that he doesn’t want to
tell her because he knows that she doesn’t feel the same. He knows that without
even asking, because, like everyone else in the crime lab, he’s seen how she
looks at Grissom, knows that she’s in love with him, knows equally that Grissom
is clueless.
But she
still looks, and Warrick still looks at her and he still thinks that she’s
amazing, that they could be amazing together.
He doesn’t
know if he’s ever going to get the chance to find out, because even for a man
who can do the impossible, getting him to look at her like she looks at Grissom
might just be a bridge too far.