"Sara."
"Sara?"
"SARA!" Grissom's heated voice roused me from my trance. I had been been leaning on my elbow for the past five minutes simply watching her. I was better than any movie I had ever seen, and I did not appreciate being brought back into the real world!
"What?"
"For the third time, you and Nick have a body down on Civic Avenue." Grissom glared at me. "Catherine, Warrick. A shooting at the Royal Ruby off Longvalley. Brass will meet you there."
I eagerly rose from my seat in the break room where Grissom had been handing out assignments for the night. I enjoyed being paired with Nicky, we could talk for hours about anything and it would take my mind off things. But before I could leave the room I felt a hand on my arm stopping me.
"Sara, a quick word?"
"Sure Gris, what's up?" I thought I knew what was coming.
"Are you ok? You've been a bit out of it recently." His voice was filled with concern. Although Grissom tended to be an impersonal man, he wouldn't let anything get passed him. Especially when it might concern his team.
I put on my most sincere smile, said, "honestly Gris, I'm great," and strode out before he could query me any more. There wasn't a chance in hell that I was going to tell him the truth. I wasn't going to tell anyone. The fact was that I was in love. And not only in love, but in love with a woman, which was a totally new experience to me. The worst part of it was that I worked with this woman each night and I couldn't escape the effects she had on me. Catherine. I had been intrigued by her since the first day I set eyes on her, and my feelings had been growing more intense each day for the past three and a half years. I loved her. I loved the way that she could command everyone's attention simply by walking into a room. I loved the way she smiled at me when I complemented her. I loved her scent as she walked past. But most of all I loved how she seemed to be aware of everything. Everything that is except my feelings for her. I could never let her know how I felt, it would have ruined the friendship we had steadily built. Some days were tough and we argued, but I appreciated every single second I spent with her, so I learned to not let the disagreements affect me.
Of course it hurt that there was no chance that she would ever feel the same about me, and that I could never talk about my feelings with anyone but I tried to act as normal. So I climbed into the car beside Nicky and sat preparing myself, as I did every night, for whatever I was about to face at the crime scene. As Nick drove out of the carpark he turned to me.
"So who is it then?"
"Who is what?"
"C'mon, Sar. You were sat in the break room since the beginning of shift with a dreamy look in your eyes. Who is he?" Nick never missed much, but then again I don't suppose I had been very discreet.
"Oh, erm, no-one you'll know."
"Well he must be special, you've been like that for the past 3 weeks." The handsom Texan was right, I had gotten worse over the past few weeks. Daydreaming, imagining, staring. Catherine was always on my mind.