WHITE LIGHT

Plot: Follow up to the badly titled: Just For Starters. Sara and Catherine clash over Grissom and both end up getting hurt. Warrick tries to step up his relationship with Eva. Nick gets a date and Greg gets the wrong impression. I hope that doesn't give too much away (!) This was a challenge from MK to write a songfic full story.

A/N: I've worked a few songs.... into this fic. Nancy Sinatra's- Bang Bang it's delightfully dark and quirky.

DISCLAIMER: Not real, not mine all the work of my imagination...blah... blah...blah. I am not 'lucky' enough to be a part of the 'beloved' CBS.... LMAO. MK and I both have strong feelings about CBS especially after the whole firing fiasco.... but we won't get into that. Eva's mine that is all.

"Joe is.... energetic isn't she" smirked Sara to Greg. He nodded adoringly at Joe who was bopping her head to some strange music on her headphones whilst deciphering some complex DNA codes. After a well deserved but all two short two-week break from work after her terrifying ordeal, Sara had returned to find that a few things had changed at work. For a start there was this new extremely chatty lab assistant, Joe Green who seemed to adore Grissom to the point of hero status. Then there was this whole tense air between her and Catherine that she couldn't understand for the life of her. Then finally there was the fact that Nick was nice to Eva when he had to be but seemed to avoid her like the plague when her back was turned. Sara sighed muttering out loud to herself since Greg was so focused on Joe. "Looks lie it's back to work as usual at CSI HQ".

Sara walked out of the lab and found her feet lead her to the locker room. The case was getting on her nerves. She needed to take ten. Then lo and behold she saw them talking, something about that fateful weekend. Her ears didn't really listen, she only watched. The way Catherine's hand enveloped Grissom's. Or the way Grissom seemed to confide in Catherine in a way he'd never done with her. Then Catherine's arms were around his neck in a hug. Sara didn't wait to see more. She sped from that building. That unfamiliar face. Maybe she was being irrational and paranoid. She didn't care. She needed to get out. Her feet dashed across the pavement till somehow she found herself in her car.

i was five and he was six
we rode on horses made of sticks
he wore black and i wore white
he would always win the fight

All the memories she shared with Grissom haunted her on a continual basis. On permanent loop in her mind. She blinked furiously at tears then stepped out of the car. The liquor store was always open. She smiled a bittersweet smile and went in. Her other senses shut off, only intent on reaching her goal, she was not afraid when she saw the strange glances that two other customers exchanged with each other or even the pistol that one waved into the air at alarming speed till it was too late. Till the metal was tearing through her flesh and muscle. The world outside moved in movie like slow motion so white and translucent. The last image that rolled in her mind was Grissom...slowly joined by Catherine's. Her eyes rolled and then jarred shut in agony and finally.... silence to finish off that perfect white womb.

Bang bang, he shot me down
bang bang, i hit the ground
bang bang, that awful sound
bang bang, my baby shot me down

TBC....