Just a Thought
Working with Sara Sidle wasn't quite the same after that day.
He found himself watching her more often: looking for her smile and going out of his way to make sure that she was the one to get his results. Warrick and Nick were starting to get suspicious of him, but he didn't care so long as he got to see her.
And for better or for worse, he had some results for her now…
"Sara!" He called to her from down the hall; she was sitting in the break room, and looked up at his voice. For a brief moment he blushed over the thought of her looking up at him over dinner… but he shook it away and walked up to her. "I have your results."
"Thank you," she spared him a smile, and took the folder from his hands. "You didn't have to bring them to me… you could have just paged me."
"Oh, that's alright," he tried to be non-chalent and suave, but those had never been his strong points… "I was heading out for a break anyways…"
"You seem to be doing that a lot lately," she teased him playfully.
"Yeah," he agreed, and turned to leave… he paused for a moment, thinking over her reaction. Could she…? No. It was just one of those thoughts… but what it she did..? "Sara..?"
"Hmm?" she was looking at him when he turned back around.
"Would you…" he hesitated. Did he really dare? "… Would you like to, maybe, have dinner sometime..?"
"Dinner..?" She blinked owlishly at him, as if he'd said some great mystery.
"Yeah," he nodded, feeling more confident now. "Some people don't know it but I'm actually a pretty good cook, if I do say so myself…"
"Oh, I'm sure you are," Sara said quickly. "It's just that… have I been giving you the wrong impression?"
"Oh… no!" He shook his head, forcing out a shaky grin: he felt empty. "I just… it was just a thought."
"Maybe we still can do dinner," she offered. He soared for a moment, and then she continued, "It's just that I'd have to bring my boyfriend."
"Boyfriend..?" It was amazing how quickly one could fall from the clouds.
"Yeah…" she looked cute when she blushed: a tinge in her cheeks and an embarrassed smile. "We started going out two weeks ago, and a chaperone would be exactly the kind of thing to bug him."
"Right…" he grinned, and turned to leave when someone else entered the room.
"Sara!" Greg cheered, rounding the table and kissing her cheek. He stared at the couple and their strange behavior, before Greg rounded on him with a huge smile. "Hodges! I finally bagged Sara; we must celebrate!"
"Right, celebrate…" he forced out a shaky smile and left to take his lunch break.
Working with Sara Sidle would never be the same…