Disclaimer: CSI belongs to Bruckheimer and CBS, only the story and the OC's belong to me.

AN: This is my first fanfiction here and I'm writing in an foreing language. So I want to appologise for any grammar- and spelling-mistakes. This is also a slash-story, if this isn't your thing, you are free to read something differened!

I'm standing in front of the hotel and can't help myself to stop the grin which has fought his way upon my face. Of course I am not in the mood to go on a one week holiday-trip, but what else can I do? We had already booked this trip three months ago and to chancel it had cost the same. So I went with the hope that perhaps it will be able to help me to get over the whole situation. But to be honest, this thought seems so surreal to me in the moment. I really don't want to get over this. If I would, it would mean to…..No, I can not even think this. I shake my head and carry on. In the lobby, a guy is handing me my keys and I make my way upstairs to the room.

As I arrive there the only thing I do is to drop my bags and let myself fall down on the big bed. The sheds are soft and lightly caressing my skin. This feels good. I decide to close my eyes and try to get some much needed sleep, because I haven't slept well or much lately.

Finally I am waking up near dinnertime. After unpacking my bags I rush through the bathroom to get ready for the meal. I'm already starving.

Filled with really good food I find myself in the mood for a drink to relax a little and to celebrate the first good sleep I had for weeks.

After two hours of drinking at the bar I don't bother anymore to pay attention to the other people around. First I was looking how the couples were dancing to the music or chatting on the tables. There were even some guys who wanted to buy me a drink and tried some flirting. But this only managed that I had to increase my drinking-speed. Everything still triggers memories of us.

Sensing that I can not take one more drink I eat some snacks which are standing on the bar to fill my stomach with solid things. Sadly it's salty food and to go to bed thirsty is not supposed to let me sleep. I raise my hand for the barkeeper one more time. The look on his face indicates, that he is about to deny my wish, because I had enough for this night. But after I order only water he serves me with a relieved smile.

My head hits the pillow again one hour later. I feel quite drunk and looking at the ceiling only makes my head spin and my stomach starting protests. So my eyes stay shut and some minutes later I am already asleep.

XXX

Waking up in the morning with my body wanting food was never a sign for a good day's start, especially when I wake up with a bad headache too. So after taking a shower, I find myself in front of the breakfast-buffet, grabbing some nice stuff and a cup of coffee, black of course. I am really in need for this caffeine. Slowly my mind starts to clear a bit, but without a pill I will suffer from my hangover a lot longer.

To speed up the process of getting fully sober again I am taking the help of the hotels wellness-area. You loved such things as sauna, massages, oils and these mud-baths, where I'm currently stuck in. I didn't try this stuff until today, with the exception of the massages. These were always fun times between us, mostly not only leading to relaxing, but to other things, which I mostly preferred. It was a so much better way to relax and getting rid of the stress from work. A grin is covering my lips by remembering these moments of pure bliss, comfort and love. Life was perfect these days.

I let myself sink a bit more into the mud. Yeah, this stuff really makes you feel warm and good. The nice feeling lets me relax so much that I close my eyes again. But before I can drift into a short nap a loud voice jolts me out of my peace. It is the big lady who seems to be the boss of the wellness-area. She wasn't friendly as she brought me to my bath some time ago. But now she seems to be really pissed about something.

"Get yourself out of here! I know people like you! You are all liars! I will not let you do something that will only break the young girl's heart!" she shouts to somebody.

A female voice answers her. "You know nothing about me. I didn't do anything wrong! I only flirted with her. Don't tell me this is something bad. I'll give you some news. We are living in the 20th century, so wake up and face the truce! Gay people are not longer hiding in the corners. But I will leave you in this clouded mind of yours. To convince you otherwise would be futile! Goodbye."

"This is so typical for your kind of people! No guts to stand up for your actions! You can only attack others! Don't come back in here! Always the same shit with these lesbian bitches!" the big lady is shouting after the other woman. I didn't manage to move myself around on time to get a look on her. I can only see some blond hair as the big lady's fighting-partner storms around a corner and out of the wellness-area.

I'm slightly shocked to have witnessed the whole scene. So seems to be everybody else in the room. But to be honest I also feel kind of hurt. Badly hurt. How does the big lady have the right to blame every lesbian on earth? I can not see were the other woman has done something wrong either. Not from the pieces I have heard from their argument. It is right that she stands up for herself. What a pity, that I couldn't get a look on her. It would be interesting to know how somebody looks like, who has the guts to argue with the big lady about her society opinions. Suddenly I get the feeling that it is not longer healthy for me to stay here. If the big lady finds out about my sexuality, than perhaps she will argue with me too. And I'm neither in the mood for this, nor do I believe I would be able to fight her, like the other woman did. I could only run for my life. I lost the energy and the strength for many things in the last weeks and fighting fights with small minded people is definitely on the list, even in the top 10. So I will stay on the save side and not even give her a chance to argue with me. I stand up and make it out of the mud-bath. As I walk over to the showers to wash myself clean, I can not prevent that I am crossing her way.

"Your bathing-time isn't over yet." she says not one bit nicer.

"Yeah, but I have another appointment, which I have almost forgotten. I really need to go." This lie is the best one I can think of in this moment. But it is doing his job and she lets me go my way without any other remarks.

XXX

I spend the rest of the day by the pool and enjoy the warmth of the sun. I can even take a nap in an umbrellas shadow. Afterwards I feel refreshed and relaxed. Holiday-feeling is washing over me. As I am not fully awake by now a disturbing noise seems to come out of nowhere. It is getting lauder and as somebody begins to speak I realise that noise as a mobile's ring tone. Suddenly it hits me: I know the voice. My mind starts to search for the face which belongs to the voice and were I heard it before. But it is not able to make the connection. Curiosity gets the better of me and I open my eyes, trying to adjust them to the light of the sun. Looking around I still can not see clearly. After rubbing my eyes I can only catch the retreating form of a woman with blond hair again. Now my sleepy mind is finally getting it. The voice belongs to the woman form the wellness-area earlier. My curiosity about her is growing instantly. How can I miss the opportunity twice times to get a look on somebody with such an interesting temper?

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