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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-01-22 11:30 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-01-22 11:30 pm
Wilson/Sara - Against the Rules
Fandom: CSI/House M.D.
Title: Against the Rules
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: James Wilson/Sara Sidle, Jim Brass, mentions of Gil Grissom
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Wilson encounters Sara as an sudden witness in Las Vegas.
Author's Note: Written fortwtd in response to the Five Pairings Meme. I wrote her request for Sara, and she picked her favorite as the Sara/Wilson bit I had wrote, which happened to be my favorite as well. I tweaked the original moment a bit, but the basic moment is still there.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI, or House M.D. They are owned by CBS and Fox.
Sara surveyed the scene as she got off the elevator, because in his struggle to find help, the poor victim hand wound up in the hallway, blood spewing out of a bloody gash in his neck. Although she was pretty sure that this wasn’t the primary crime scene, there was definitely enough blood there to assume so.
Grissom was leaning over the body in question, and when he saw her come in, he gestured over in Brass’s direction. There, he was talking to a dark haired man covered in blood, who was looking a bit shocked. She headed over and Brass gave her a nod when he saw her.
“My name’s Detective Jim Brass, this is CSI Sara Sidle, she’s with the crimelab,” Brass began, and the man gave both of them a nod. “I understand that you told the paramedics you’re a doctor?”
“Yes—well, I’m an oncologist, actually, but the training’s all the same.”
“What was your business in Vegas, Doctor—” Brass began.
“Wilson,” the man replied, “James Wilson. I’m here for a medical conference.”
“Did you know the victim, Dr. Wilson?” Sara asked, and Wilson shook his head.
“Just—acting on instinct I guess. I am a doctor. I tried stopping the bleeding as best I could, but he was already gone at that point.”
“Well, thanks for your cooperation,” Brass nodded, “Because of your proximity to the victim at the time of the crime, CSI Sidle is going to need to collect your clothing for any evidence that may have transferred from him to you.”
Wilson glanced down at the blood stained clothing he was wearing, before nodding his head, “Anything I can do to help.”
“I am?” Sara frowned. Usually a male CSI handled the male witnesses, but considering that the only other CSI around was Grissom, she knew she probably should have known better.
“If there’s a problem, I’m sure Grissom would—” Brass began and Sara shook her head.
“No, not a problem,” she said, “As long as there’s not a problem for you, Dr. Wilson?”
Wilson shook his head with a smile, “No. Not a problem at all.”
***
“So,” Wilson began from behind the screen as he changed his clothes, “You’ve been in Vegas long.” Sara could hear the tone in his voice, and shook her head.
“I’m really not in the mood to flirt with you, Dr. Wilson,” Sara sighed, staring down into the file as she waited. She suddenly wished she hadn’t fought tooth and nail with Nick to get this case. It was turning out to be less in her favor than she thought.
“I’m actually married, Miss Sidle,” Wilson replied, pausing slightly, “So flirting is kind of against the rules.”
Sara turned to face him, or rather, the screen, a slightly arrogant look on her face, “But I bet that doesn’t stop you from doing it anyway.”
Wilson nodded slowly, thinking before speeding up slightly, “OK, that may be true, but I only look, I don’t touch—” He had come out from behind the screen at this point, his clothes in evidence bags, and wearing one of the crimelab’s blue jumpsuits.
Sara continued to fix him with that look.
“—at least not at first,” Wilson finished.
“What marriage are you on?”
“Are you allowed to ask someone such a personal question?”
“It’s a simple question, Dr. Wilson,” Sara said, the look melting into a smirk, “You said you were married, I’m just inquiring to whether it’s your first or your second.”
“I actually just separated from my third wife,” Wilson said matter-of-factly, and Sara rolled her eyes.
“So I take it you consider yourself back on the market?”
“In a matter of speaking, yes.”
“And are you eyeing me for wife number four?” she smirked, and he grinned.
“Only if you’ll have me.”
“You’re completely unbelievable.”
“You’re probably one of the more infuriating women I’ve met in my lifetime,” he sighed, “And I’ve met quite a few.”
“So—you think I’m infuriating, I think you’re a lecherous pig—why are we still having this conversation?”
“Because despite my being a lecherous pig,” he said, a small smile on his lips, “I happen to be a very witty conversationalist.” Sara’s smirked faded into a smile for the briefest second, before she turned away laughing. She took the clothes from him, and gave him one last smile.
“Thank you, again, for your cooperation, Dr. Wilson,” Sara sighed, “I hope we never have the pleasure of needing to entertain each other again.”
“You and I both, Miss Sidle,” he replied, mirroring her smile, “Or at least next time, I hope there’s not a bloody body between us.”
Title: Against the Rules
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: James Wilson/Sara Sidle, Jim Brass, mentions of Gil Grissom
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Wilson encounters Sara as an sudden witness in Las Vegas.
Author's Note: Written for
twtd in response to the Five Pairings Meme. I wrote her request for Sara, and she picked her favorite as the Sara/Wilson bit I had wrote, which happened to be my favorite as well. I tweaked the original moment a bit, but the basic moment is still there.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI, or House M.D. They are owned by CBS and Fox.
Sara surveyed the scene as she got off the elevator, because in his struggle to find help, the poor victim hand wound up in the hallway, blood spewing out of a bloody gash in his neck. Although she was pretty sure that this wasn’t the primary crime scene, there was definitely enough blood there to assume so.
Grissom was leaning over the body in question, and when he saw her come in, he gestured over in Brass’s direction. There, he was talking to a dark haired man covered in blood, who was looking a bit shocked. She headed over and Brass gave her a nod when he saw her.
“My name’s Detective Jim Brass, this is CSI Sara Sidle, she’s with the crimelab,” Brass began, and the man gave both of them a nod. “I understand that you told the paramedics you’re a doctor?”
“Yes—well, I’m an oncologist, actually, but the training’s all the same.”
“What was your business in Vegas, Doctor—” Brass began.
“Wilson,” the man replied, “James Wilson. I’m here for a medical conference.”
“Did you know the victim, Dr. Wilson?” Sara asked, and Wilson shook his head.
“Just—acting on instinct I guess. I am a doctor. I tried stopping the bleeding as best I could, but he was already gone at that point.”
“Well, thanks for your cooperation,” Brass nodded, “Because of your proximity to the victim at the time of the crime, CSI Sidle is going to need to collect your clothing for any evidence that may have transferred from him to you.”
Wilson glanced down at the blood stained clothing he was wearing, before nodding his head, “Anything I can do to help.”
“I am?” Sara frowned. Usually a male CSI handled the male witnesses, but considering that the only other CSI around was Grissom, she knew she probably should have known better.
“If there’s a problem, I’m sure Grissom would—” Brass began and Sara shook her head.
“No, not a problem,” she said, “As long as there’s not a problem for you, Dr. Wilson?”
Wilson shook his head with a smile, “No. Not a problem at all.”
***
“So,” Wilson began from behind the screen as he changed his clothes, “You’ve been in Vegas long.” Sara could hear the tone in his voice, and shook her head.
“I’m really not in the mood to flirt with you, Dr. Wilson,” Sara sighed, staring down into the file as she waited. She suddenly wished she hadn’t fought tooth and nail with Nick to get this case. It was turning out to be less in her favor than she thought.
“I’m actually married, Miss Sidle,” Wilson replied, pausing slightly, “So flirting is kind of against the rules.”
Sara turned to face him, or rather, the screen, a slightly arrogant look on her face, “But I bet that doesn’t stop you from doing it anyway.”
Wilson nodded slowly, thinking before speeding up slightly, “OK, that may be true, but I only look, I don’t touch—” He had come out from behind the screen at this point, his clothes in evidence bags, and wearing one of the crimelab’s blue jumpsuits.
Sara continued to fix him with that look.
“—at least not at first,” Wilson finished.
“What marriage are you on?”
“Are you allowed to ask someone such a personal question?”
“It’s a simple question, Dr. Wilson,” Sara said, the look melting into a smirk, “You said you were married, I’m just inquiring to whether it’s your first or your second.”
“I actually just separated from my third wife,” Wilson said matter-of-factly, and Sara rolled her eyes.
“So I take it you consider yourself back on the market?”
“In a matter of speaking, yes.”
“And are you eyeing me for wife number four?” she smirked, and he grinned.
“Only if you’ll have me.”
“You’re completely unbelievable.”
“You’re probably one of the more infuriating women I’ve met in my lifetime,” he sighed, “And I’ve met quite a few.”
“So—you think I’m infuriating, I think you’re a lecherous pig—why are we still having this conversation?”
“Because despite my being a lecherous pig,” he said, a small smile on his lips, “I happen to be a very witty conversationalist.” Sara’s smirked faded into a smile for the briefest second, before she turned away laughing. She took the clothes from him, and gave him one last smile.
“Thank you, again, for your cooperation, Dr. Wilson,” Sara sighed, “I hope we never have the pleasure of needing to entertain each other again.”
“You and I both, Miss Sidle,” he replied, mirroring her smile, “Or at least next time, I hope there’s not a bloody body between us.”
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