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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-01-21 10:50 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-01-21 10:50 pm
Five Loves of Sara Sidle
Fandom: CSI with crossovers with House MD, Law and Order SVU and Law and Order SIU.
Title: Five Loves of Sara Sidle
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Sara Sidle/various pairings
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Five pairings that could happen.
Author's Note: Written fortwtd in response to the Five Pairings Meme. This was actually a bit of a challenge for me, considering that we don't share a lot of the same fandoms. But I have to say, although I don't see a lot of staying power for them as a ship, I loved writing the Sara/Wilson conversation.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI, House, or Law and Order SVU. They are owned by CBS, FOX, and NBC. However, Riley is mine, so please do not use him without my permission.
Greg Sanders
Sara caught the subtle wince as Nick clapped Greg on the back, and gave him a small apologetic smile. There was something about knowing that she put those marks there that made her feel incredibly in control of their relationship, which she liked, but there was a bit of sympathy as well, because she knew Nick was doing it on purpose.
“Sorry,” she whispered to him as she walked over to pick up her results.
“I think he knows,” Greg replied, and she gave him another smile.
“He does. I told him this morning. He was happy for us.”
“So the clap on the back was more for teasing than for spiting?”
“Most likely.”
“Why are we friends with him again?” he asked and she smiled.
“He’ll get sick of it in about a week,” she said, “Don’t worry about it.” She turned and started to walk away, and he shouted after her.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt!”
***
Nick Stokes
Sara felt Nick’s arms wrap around her from behind and his breath brush the skin of her neck. She could see the smile on his face, and knew this was one of those moments were he thought he was being smooth, but the turnaround was going to be that he really really wasn’t.
“Hi,” he murmured.
“Hi,” she replied.
“We are all alone.”
“Yup.”
“We don’t have to work, we’re not on call,” he sighed, “We are completely alone for eight—whole—hours.” He punctuated each of the last few words with a kiss to the skin of her neck, and she laughed.
“What are we going to do with ourselves?” she sighed, and he gave her a grin.
“Well, I happen to have a few ideas,” he said.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, “They’re pretty good ones too.”
“How many of them involve getting naked?” she asked.
“Most of them,” he began, thinking, “—About half—”
“All of them?” she asked and he grinned.
“Yeah, pretty much all of them.”
“That’s what I thought,” she grinned.
“So what do you think?” he asked, sliding around so that he was in front of her.
“Which one do you wanna try first?”
***
Riley Toth
“Riley!”
Riley spun around, and gave Sara a smile, “Sara.”
“That was—a bit awkward,” she said, an embarrassed smile on her face.
“Only a little,” Riley laughed, “But I think it was more because we were on opposite sides of the table than anything else.”
“I noticed that,” Sara replied dryly, “What happened to the lawyer who wanted to help people?”
Riley blinked at her for a second, “It may not be the way you see it, but I am helping people, Sara.”
“I thought you were going to be a prosecutor.”
“I didn’t want to deal with the politics of being an ADA.”
“So that’s an excuse to defend murderers and rapists.”
“Why are you turning this into a fight?” Riley said, looking at her in confusion.
“I’m not turning this into a fight,” Sara protested, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“Yes, you are,” Riley sighed, shaking his head, “Look, Sara, in order for the system to be balanced, you need someone on both sides of the table. That’s the only way to assure that the guy is getting a fair trial.” He hesitated slightly, “You never did understand that.”
***
Elliot Stabler
“Can I help you, Detective Tutuola?” Sara asked without even looking at the man as he entered.
“It’s not that important,” Fin replied, walking over so he was standing opposite the table looking at her, “It can wait if you busy.”
“I am busy,” Sara replied, actually looking up at him this time, “But you’re here already. You might as well say what you came to say.”
“I just wanna know if this thing between you and Stabler is gonna be a problem,” Fin replied, jerking his thumb back over his shoulder, as though to indicate that Stabler was behind him. A nervous gesture that Sara wasn’t all that unfamiliar with. She’d seen it used by several of the detectives.
“It shouldn’t be,” she replied, knowing that he was referring to the blow out she and Elliot had had earlier, “As long as he treats me in a professional manner, I’ll do the same for him.”
“Well, see,” Fin began again, trying to phrase the question as nicely as possible, “Elliot can tend to handle things in an unprofessional manner at times. Would you be able to keep your cool then?”
“It’s possible,” Sara replied, giving him a slight smile, “But I tend to fight back if I’m provoked.”
“I see,” Fin nodded slowly, before glancing around at the equipment.
“Is there anything else, Detective?”
“Naw,” he shook his head, “That’ll be it.”
“Good,” she nodded, “Could you tell Detective Stabler, that next time he wants to ask me a question pertaining to the two of us, he should come and see me himself, rather than send someone else and stand listening at the door?”
She watched as Fin’s shoulders heaved as he started to laugh, “I’ll do that, Sidle. I’ll do that.”
***
James Wilson
“I’m really not in the mood to flirt with you, Dr. Wilson,” Sara sighed, staring down into the file as she walked. The man had been a thorn in her side since they realized that he might have been involved in the crime at hand.
“I’m actually married, Miss Sidle,” Wilson replied, pausing slightly, “So flirting is kind of against the rules.”
Sara turned to face him, 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 at least I only look, I don’t touch—”
Sara continued to fix him with that look.
“—at least not at first,” Wilson finished.
“What marriage are you on?”
“I actually just separated from my third wife,” Wilson said matter-of-factly, and Sara rolled her eyes.
“And are you eyeing me for 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.”
Title: Five Loves of Sara Sidle
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Sara Sidle/various pairings
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Five pairings that could happen.
Author's Note: Written for
twtd in response to the Five Pairings Meme. This was actually a bit of a challenge for me, considering that we don't share a lot of the same fandoms. But I have to say, although I don't see a lot of staying power for them as a ship, I loved writing the Sara/Wilson conversation.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI, House, or Law and Order SVU. They are owned by CBS, FOX, and NBC. However, Riley is mine, so please do not use him without my permission.
Greg Sanders
Sara caught the subtle wince as Nick clapped Greg on the back, and gave him a small apologetic smile. There was something about knowing that she put those marks there that made her feel incredibly in control of their relationship, which she liked, but there was a bit of sympathy as well, because she knew Nick was doing it on purpose.
“Sorry,” she whispered to him as she walked over to pick up her results.
“I think he knows,” Greg replied, and she gave him another smile.
“He does. I told him this morning. He was happy for us.”
“So the clap on the back was more for teasing than for spiting?”
“Most likely.”
“Why are we friends with him again?” he asked and she smiled.
“He’ll get sick of it in about a week,” she said, “Don’t worry about it.” She turned and started to walk away, and he shouted after her.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt!”
***
Nick Stokes
Sara felt Nick’s arms wrap around her from behind and his breath brush the skin of her neck. She could see the smile on his face, and knew this was one of those moments were he thought he was being smooth, but the turnaround was going to be that he really really wasn’t.
“Hi,” he murmured.
“Hi,” she replied.
“We are all alone.”
“Yup.”
“We don’t have to work, we’re not on call,” he sighed, “We are completely alone for eight—whole—hours.” He punctuated each of the last few words with a kiss to the skin of her neck, and she laughed.
“What are we going to do with ourselves?” she sighed, and he gave her a grin.
“Well, I happen to have a few ideas,” he said.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, “They’re pretty good ones too.”
“How many of them involve getting naked?” she asked.
“Most of them,” he began, thinking, “—About half—”
“All of them?” she asked and he grinned.
“Yeah, pretty much all of them.”
“That’s what I thought,” she grinned.
“So what do you think?” he asked, sliding around so that he was in front of her.
“Which one do you wanna try first?”
***
Riley Toth
“Riley!”
Riley spun around, and gave Sara a smile, “Sara.”
“That was—a bit awkward,” she said, an embarrassed smile on her face.
“Only a little,” Riley laughed, “But I think it was more because we were on opposite sides of the table than anything else.”
“I noticed that,” Sara replied dryly, “What happened to the lawyer who wanted to help people?”
Riley blinked at her for a second, “It may not be the way you see it, but I am helping people, Sara.”
“I thought you were going to be a prosecutor.”
“I didn’t want to deal with the politics of being an ADA.”
“So that’s an excuse to defend murderers and rapists.”
“Why are you turning this into a fight?” Riley said, looking at her in confusion.
“I’m not turning this into a fight,” Sara protested, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“Yes, you are,” Riley sighed, shaking his head, “Look, Sara, in order for the system to be balanced, you need someone on both sides of the table. That’s the only way to assure that the guy is getting a fair trial.” He hesitated slightly, “You never did understand that.”
***
Elliot Stabler
“Can I help you, Detective Tutuola?” Sara asked without even looking at the man as he entered.
“It’s not that important,” Fin replied, walking over so he was standing opposite the table looking at her, “It can wait if you busy.”
“I am busy,” Sara replied, actually looking up at him this time, “But you’re here already. You might as well say what you came to say.”
“I just wanna know if this thing between you and Stabler is gonna be a problem,” Fin replied, jerking his thumb back over his shoulder, as though to indicate that Stabler was behind him. A nervous gesture that Sara wasn’t all that unfamiliar with. She’d seen it used by several of the detectives.
“It shouldn’t be,” she replied, knowing that he was referring to the blow out she and Elliot had had earlier, “As long as he treats me in a professional manner, I’ll do the same for him.”
“Well, see,” Fin began again, trying to phrase the question as nicely as possible, “Elliot can tend to handle things in an unprofessional manner at times. Would you be able to keep your cool then?”
“It’s possible,” Sara replied, giving him a slight smile, “But I tend to fight back if I’m provoked.”
“I see,” Fin nodded slowly, before glancing around at the equipment.
“Is there anything else, Detective?”
“Naw,” he shook his head, “That’ll be it.”
“Good,” she nodded, “Could you tell Detective Stabler, that next time he wants to ask me a question pertaining to the two of us, he should come and see me himself, rather than send someone else and stand listening at the door?”
She watched as Fin’s shoulders heaved as he started to laugh, “I’ll do that, Sidle. I’ll do that.”
***
James Wilson
“I’m really not in the mood to flirt with you, Dr. Wilson,” Sara sighed, staring down into the file as she walked. The man had been a thorn in her side since they realized that he might have been involved in the crime at hand.
“I’m actually married, Miss Sidle,” Wilson replied, pausing slightly, “So flirting is kind of against the rules.”
Sara turned to face him, 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 at least I only look, I don’t touch—”
Sara continued to fix him with that look.
“—at least not at first,” Wilson finished.
“What marriage are you on?”
“I actually just separated from my third wife,” Wilson said matter-of-factly, and Sara rolled her eyes.
“And are you eyeing me for 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.”