Title: Not So Quiet Night
Author: Amy
Rating: T
Spoilers: I highly doubt unless you haven't seen seasons 1-3.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything.
Author's Note: Okay, this is my first CSI fic. I've written Charmed & ER before. I just started watching it so I've only seen a few new ones and the first three seasons, thanks to DVDs. This is kind of set in Season 3, I wanna say. Not that it matters too much. Mostly Sara/Catherine friendship just because I think they really should have gotten along better. Snickers thrown in there, too. Please, review and let me know what you think. I've already finished about half of this so the faster/more reviews I get, the faster I update. As for the title, I haven't the slightest idea. It's saved as Untitled on my computer so please, ideas?
Summary: Sara goes through a horrible ordeal. Catherine & Nick are there to help.
Chapter One
It was unusually quiet night for the graveyard shift at the Las Vegas Crime Lab. All of the previous cases had been closed or solved and so far, nothing new needed investigating. While supervisor Gil Grissom was holed up in his office, working on God only know what experiment, the rest of his team was hiding out in the break room. Catherine Willows, also known as the "mother" of the team, was sitting at a table, reading a magazine while occasionally laughing at her co-workers, Warrick Brown, Nick Stokes, and Greg Sanders, as they played some ridiculous video game. The remaining CSI, Sara Sidle, was curled up on a couch staring at a phone, obviously very happy with whomever she was talking to via text messages.
"What'cha doooing, Sara?" Greg, having lost his turn, flopped down on the couch next to her.
Sara smirked at his goofiness before putting her phone down and replying, "I'm talking to Hank, if you must know."
"Really? Anything interesting happening on his end?" Greg tried not to show his dislike for the paramedic whom Sara was currently dating.
"No, just as dead as us. Apparently, crime took the night off." She sighed. "Which is great but incredibly boring."
"At least we're getting paid to do nothing." Greg pointed out.
"Valid point."
Their good fortune came to an end, though, when Grissom walked into the room at that moment.
"You guys can go home." He announced. "If anything comes up, I'll page you."
"You sure, Gil?" Catherine asked, looking up from her magazine.
"Yeah, we might as well save hours so you don't have to worry about maxing out on overtime." He replied, looking straight at Sara.
"All right, I get it. I'm gone." Sara stood up and walked out of the room.
"Well, that's very unlike Sara." Catherine stated. "I've never seen her leave that fast before."
The rest of the team nodded in agreement before Greg abruptly stood up and ran towards the door.
"Sara!" He cried out. "Wait for me!"
Grissom raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"His car is in the shop. Sara's his ride." Nick explained.
"Right. Anyway, go home and get some rest. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be busy." Grissom said.
"The calm before the storm." Warrick emphasized.
"Exactly. I'll see you all tomorrow, or tonight rather." Grissom looked at his watch, realizing that it was just after two in the morning.
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"Wanna get something to eat?" Greg asked as Sara pulled her Chevy Tahoe out of the parking lot.
"I would but Hank gets off in a half hour." Sara replied, grinning happily.
He nodded and turned to stare out the window. Hank was a nice guy; Greg would give him that but he didn't deserve Sara. For the life of him, Greg couldn't come up with any reason, besides him being nice, for Sara to like him. No, he wasn't jealous; he knew he'd never have a shot with Sara. He just didn't want her to get hurt and he was almost positive that Hank would hurt her in some way.
"Greg?" His thoughts were interrupted as Sara shook his shoulder. "Greg? You in there?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry." He shook his head. "Thanks for the ride. See you tomorrow, uh, tonight."
"Bye, Greg." Sara laughed, flashing her famous gap-toothed grin.
"Bye." He climbed out of the SUV and headed up to his apartment.