Pairing # 1141 Oz (Daniel Osbourne) / Sara Sidle (CSI)
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, no money made, no copyright infringement intended.
Spoilers: None really. Actually, ignore the most recent season of CSI, especially the finale. What were they thinking?
Word Count: 250
Sara Sidle immediately stopped humming and whirled to face the person who went with the voice at her left shoulder. The person was male, green eyes, dyed black hair, short and younger than her. She had been automatically cataloguing him as if he was a suspect. "What?"
"You have good pitch."
Sara blushed. Was this guy trying to pick her up in the grocery store? "Uhm, thanks."
"Just for myself."
"Kinds of music?"
"All kinds," Sara shrugged. "I like it all."
He nodded. "I've got a band."
Sara paused. "That's nice." It was time to start looking for escape routes.
"Needs a lead singer."
Sara's jaw dropped and she stuttered. "I . . . can't. I'm not that good. I work nights. And I've never been in a band."
He shrugged. "Most of us are busy after dark too and you could always try."
Sara was about to turn the stranger down flat, but then she remembered Grissom and Nick and Greg all mentioning that she needed a life outside of work. Then she remembered her last attempt and the two-timing EMT, Hank. Sara opened her mouth to refuse but instead said, "Where do you practice?"
"The basement of the Marriot."
Sara waited and then asked the question. "You're that good?"
"Nah. Our drummer's dad works in laundry and doesn't mind the noise."
Sara smiled at the wry humor. "What time do you want me there?"
"I'll be there."