Disclaimer: CSI belongs to CBS and Jerry Bruckheimer. This story originally belongs to Samantha Jordana Fox.
Author's Note: With permission of Samantha Jordana Fox I translated this story into English as well. This is the sequel to Another Today.
Give me your hand for a Happy End
Written By
Samantha Jordana Fox
Translated By
MBInc
No hands involved
You're all alone, all alone in this damned apartment.
For hours she lay in her bed, naked without her. She couldn't get her thoughts aligned. Everything seemed lost to her. The only thing she craved for was to hold Sara's hand again –at all cost. Getting out of bed she went into the shower –memories of past weeks started to fill her mind. Catherine's right hand started to shake, and she needed her right one to keep her up straight. The shaking started to take over her entire body. Suddenly nerves wrecked her body, she couldn't stop herself from moving uncontrollably, like an addict needing her shot –Sara being her drug.
Images of her attacker flashed through her mind, along with the thought of handling this alone –no hand to reach out to. Memories of a man who raped her, and who'd killed at least one woman. Memories of him –still out there somewhere, able to continue his actions. But mostly she felt loss –she lost Sara. Her surroundings started to turn, and suddenly everything went dark. She reached for the faucet, but her body slumped to the ground.
She didn't know how much time had passed before she came to. Still a bit shook up, she turned off the water, crawled out of the shower cubicle. With a towel wrapped around her body she lay down on the ground. After five minutes she decided to try and stand up, pull on some clothes and head out.
You should have stayed, damn, now you're alone, all alone.
Sara was at home, sitting on the couch –beer in her hand and flipping through some channels. However, she couldn't focus on the tv. The only thing that occupied her mind was that even though Catherine pleaded her to stay she had left. The only thing she wanted was to hold the older woman's hand –which seemed impossible. Her own actions –storming off right after a very intimate moment- had made it impossible. "I hate days off" she grumbled. After gulping down the last of her beer she got up to change, and head out.
Both of the women stepped outside, locked the door and walked off. Every once in a while taking their focus off of the ground –to keep track of where they were going- they passed street after street, avenue after avenue, unknowingly getting closer to the other. They didn't notice each other when their paths crossed –passing with mere inches between them. Catherine was the first to look up, and threw a look over her shoulder, but Sara was long gone –already vanished behind a building. Sara felt something was off and suddenly stopped, turned to look around, but no-one was there.
But HE saw her. He licked his lips as he saw the brunette. He had done some thinking, and an idea had crawled into his mind "First blonde, then brunette, and together it'll be red" Unnoticed he neared Sara. At acrossing he came really close, smelled her hair, but vanished into an alley when Sara turned around.