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Author's Note: This story was originally written by Samantha Jordana Fox, and with her permission I translated it into English. Hope you'll like.

Another Today

Written by

Samantha Jordana Fox,

Translated by

MBInc

He loves me

It was a dark crime scene. Behind a shed lay a female body. She was blonde, mid forties, elegant, and was wearing a summer dress. The dress was tucked in between her legs, drenched with blood. Her eyes were opened wide, blankly staring towards the night sky. Blood had traced a path across her left cheek. The Coroner determined that a gunshot wound was the cause of death.

The entire team had been called in to process the scene to come up with evidence. Grissom and Warrick were working on the body, while Catherine followed footprints that led her to a bridge.

"Do you notice anything?" Grissom pushed a strain of blonde hair out of the victim's face.

"She looks familiar" Warrick answered –his camera focused on the Jane Doe. "She looks like Catherine. Where is she anyway?"

Under the bridge were old moldered pieces of furniture, tires, and garbage bags –their content unidentifiable. Taking pictures of the surrounding, Catherine couldn't find anything interesting. Suddenly she heard a rustling sound. Startled she turned, her camera clasped in her hands.

"Hello?"

A hand grabbed her from behind –another was firmly placed over her mouth. She could hardly breathe. Her camera fell to the ground. A man threw her onto an old chest of drawers that was stood against a pier. She wanted to scream, but he pressed his lips onto hers –effectively silencing her. Then he placed his left hand pressed on her throat while the other pulled off her pants, followed by his own. Catherine gasped for air, tried to push his hand away, but failed. Her mouth opened and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he forced himself inside of her. Pain shot through her body. His hand was once again covering her mouth, and tears stained her face. She pushed his body off, but the harder she tried the harder he forced himself into her. After a while she gave up the struggle, trying to stop the pain. She could hear his moans and could feel him between her legs. Suddenly he stopped – a sound interrupting him.

"It was a pleasure Miss…" he grabbed her ID "…Willows"

He crawled off of her, and disappeared after he hastily had pulled up his pants. Catherine carefully clothed herself. It hurt. With a soft "Oh God" she fell onto the ground and started to cry.

"Catherine?" Sara walked towards her. "Did you find something?" When she noticed that Catherine was crying she ran over.

"What happened?"

Catherine didn't answer.

Sara didn't know what to do. It hurt her to see the blonde like that. She noticed something red on the chest of drawers. "Oh God, is that your blood?"

Catherine nodded.

Sara knelt down and pulled the other woman into her arms. Catherine still had the perp's peculiar taste in her mouth. She didn't see –nor wanted to see- any other possibility to lose this taste than to kiss Sara. "I…it"

"Shhhh" Sara inched closer to Catherine's face, and once she knew for sure Catherine wanted it, she carefully placed her lips on the blonde's.

She stroked through the blonde's hair before she reached for her cell. Catherine placed her head against Sara's chest and wrapped her arms around herself. Sara dialed a number. "What can I do? Please tell me what I can do." Catherine's only answer was: "I got to get him off of me…I need to wash it off." Sara's eyes filled with tears. "It's Sara." She said into her phone, "We've got another victim. It's...Catherine." Grissom, who was still at the shed turned away from the others, asking whether she was still alive. Warrick overheard the conversation, and when Sara confirmed and Grissom walked off, he followed. "We need an ambulance!" he heard them scream –hoping he hadn't heard correctly.

When they reached the bridge they noticed the two women kneeled on the ground. They were rocking back and forth –both of them crying. Realizing what had happened, Warrick wanted to touch Catherine's shoulder –giving her some form of comfort, but she flinched away from him, pressing herself even closer to Sara.

"I'm sorry…" she whispered.

"It's ok." It shocked him. Even though he was married, he still had feelings for this woman. Even wanted to act on them.

When the medics arrived and Catherine refused to take place on the gurney, she kept a hold of Sara's hand. Even though they fought a lot –and didn't start off in the best way- neither of the woman could let go of the other's hand.