Disclaimer: I don't own them, if I did, I wouldn't have time to write fanfiction
POV: Catherine's
Rating: T (Although it may change in later chapters)
Pairing: C/S
Spoilers: None so far

A/N: I felt the need to write, and this is what happened. I hope someone enjoys it.

Chapter One

I never thought it would come to this.
Sara and I have fought before, but she's always kept some of her composure, always held something back.
But tonight…
It wasn't even one of our bad fights.
No raised voices, no intimidation.
We were just arguing over the evidence.
Then Sara snapped.

"For fucks sake Catherine, would it kill you to agree with me on something for once? Do you enjoy fucking with me? Do you enjoy hurting me? What did I do to deserve this?"

If it'd been a cartoon, you'd have seen my jaw hit the floor. She might as well have slapped me round the face.
She'd crossed the line with me before, but she'd never said anything like that.
But, before I could react, she did something that shocked me even more.
I don't know if it was out of frustration, or if the case had got to her, but she burst into tears.
She turned away from me, her shoulders heaving in time with her sobs.
Those sobs shook me to the core and sent a jolt of pain right to my heart.
But, before I could reach out, at least attempt to comfort her, she'd gone.
She ran, straight out of the lab to her car, and didn't look back.
And now I'm just sat in my office, staring into space.
I should be working on the case.
I should be trying to help catch the bad guys.
But, all I can do is sit here, her heartbreaking sobs echoing through my mind.
I can't leave her out there all alone.
It's time I reach out to her, stop causing her pain, and start giving her comfort.

Before I have time to think, I've collected my things from my locker, told Grissom I was leaving, and ran out of the lab to my car before he had the chance to stop me.
I know there'll be consequences tomorrow, especially as I'm the second person to do this tonight, but right now I don't care.
All I can think of is Sara.
It's pouring with rain outside, the sky being torn apart every few minutes by lightning.
Despite this, I make it to Sara's apartment in under ten minutes, although it's usually a fifteen minute car ride.
Although I run to the building, I'm soaked by the time I make it inside.
The elevators broken, so I race up three flights of stairs, a feat that would normally leave me exhausted, but with the adrenalin racing through my veins I think I could run a ten mile race and not even end up out breath.
I reach her door and press the door bell, over and over again.
I do this for ten minutes before I finally give up.
She's not here.
I slump against the wall, weariness replacing the adrenalin, going through every place she could possibly be, until my mind fixates on one particular memory…

'The suns rays shone down, turning the lake into a sea of diamonds. The breeze was cool but gentle. Sara turned to me, brushing a few stray hairs away from her face, and smiled, motioning for me to come closer. Then she turned back towards the edge of the cliff and the spectacular view of Lake Mead. I stood beside her, admiring the natural beauty, and enjoying the feel of the sun and the breeze on my face.

"Sometimes, when I've worked a really hard case, or everything just becomes too much to bear, I come here. It's the one place where I feel completely at peace, the oasis in the desert."

Then her expression darkened.

"It's just spoilt by the fact that it's also the perfect place to dump a body."

Sara and I had been assigned a body dump at Lake Mead. We had been driving round until Sara had told me to stop the car. She'd jumped out, and for the last ten minutes had been stood at the cliff edge, looking out over the lake. She turned to me again and her expression was peaceful, her smile sweet.

"I can't help it though. Just being here…it calms me. So no matter how many horrible things I see out here, I always come back."

I returned her smile, thinking about how nice it was to spend more than a couple of hours together without being at each others throats. We stood there awhile in silence, letting the minutes pass by and admiring the view.'

I know it's a long shot, but it's all I've got now.
Now I've got a destination, something to focus on, the adrenalin returns, and I run back downstairs to my car, the rain running in cold rivers down my neck. It's exhilarating rather than encumbering, and it only motivates me more.
I have to find her.
I have to make this right.

I know it's short, but it seemed like a good place to leave it. I promise there'll be more soon. As always, any kind of feedback is appreciated.