Title: Lighten the Dark
Fandom: CSI Vegas
Pairings/Characters: Warrick/Sara
Rating: PG
Summary: Sara closes the door on San Francisco
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately.
Notes: Too short to be a story, too long to be a drabble. This is the result of my unexplainable emo-ness the other night. Angsty, cause, well, that's what happens when you listen to Jewel. Written in about 20 minutes.

It didn’t take Grams long to notice the car’s unusually silent atmosphere as she settled into the passenger seat with a little help from Warrick. When she shot her grandson a questioning look, he simply nodded toward the back seat where Sara sat with their son. The seven year old’s arms were folded tightly across his chest, his mouth set in an angry scowl. 

When Warrick finally reaches Sara’s apartment, the door is surprisingly unlocked. Encouraged, he knocks softly as he turns the knob and lets himself inside, ever mindful of how fiercely she guards her privacy. He’d expected, in a best-case scenario, to be forced to stand pathetically outside her barricaded apartment, nearly begging to be let in. In a worst-case scenario, he thought he might find her curled at the bottom of a bottle, emotions locked away and refusing to let herself be comforted.