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CHAPTER 1
"Sara" Catherine Willows said into her workmates ear, "Wake up, we've got a case"
"What?" Sara said drowsily. "Go 'way, I wanna sleep"
"Sara, get up!" Catherine repeated, putting more force behind the words "We've got a murder that needs solving. Sleep when you're not on duty."
Sara just groaned and slumped further down in her chair.
Catherine glared at her friend, hands on hips. She didn't know what was wrong with Sara. It just wasn't like her to be slow to respond to a case. Or to be sleeping heavily while she was supposed to be working. Drowsing after pulling a double shift, yeah, but full on sleeping when they'd only been on a couple of hours? It just didn't seem like Sara.
She sighed. There was only one thing for it. Sara was not going to be happy about it, but they needed to get to the scene.
"Sara, if you don't wake up now I am going to pour a cup of cold water over your head" she said threateningly. If the mere threat didn't get Sara moving, carrying it out sure would.
There was no response from the slumped over Sara. Catherine shook her head, and went to fill a cup up at the sink. Bringing it over, she held it poised above Sara's head. "Last chance," she said warningly. When that provoked no response she rolled her eyes and upended the cup.
Sara's head shot up and she started spluttering through her hair, which had been plastered to her face by the water. "What'd you do that for?" she demanded, shooting Catherine an evil glare.
"Sorry Sar, I did warn you. About three times" Catherine told her, trying not to laugh at the indignant look on Sara's face. "Get up, we've get to get to the scene."
Sara groaned. "Sorry Cath, I'm just so tired" she explained. "For some reason I haven't been able to sleep well the last few nights. I think the cases are catching up to me. Whenever I try to sleep I see the bodies. It's giving me the heebie-jeebies"
Catherine sent her a sympathetic look. So that was it. All the death they dealt with, it had to catch up to you sometimes. Each CSI had experienced what Sara was going through many times. Catherine herself couldn't count the nights she hadn't been able to sleep, thinking about a case she had just solved.
"It happens to everyone Sara" Catherine told her. "You need a way to vent, like a hobby or something. That's my personal opinion on why Gris likes bugs so much. They take his mind off it."
"So, what, you think I need to take up staring at bugs?" Sara asked. "Thanks Cath, but I'll pass."
Catherine laughed. "No, bugs aren't really something I can imagine you being that interested in" she agreed. "How about something like um..." she stopped, stumped. She could not think of one single thing that she could imagine Sara Sidle doing as a hobby. She just didn't seem the hobby type.
"Hey, what do you do?" Sara asked curiously, "You seem to know what you're talking about here, so I figure you must have a way to vent?"
Catherine blushed. "Yeah, you know what I did before I became a CSI. Right?" she asked.
A look of realisation came over Sara's face. "Oh. Oh!" she said, "You mean you... um, pole dance?"
Catherine nodded. "Yep, I teach classes at the weekend" she paused a moment, an idea formulating. It would be totally out of character for Sara, but, "You could come one time if you wanted."
Sara looked taken aback. Then she grinned. "Maybe I will," she said. "But, didn't you say something about a case? Fill me in?"
"Okay, we have a single DB, male, and that's about all I know," Catherine told her. "Oh, and we probably also have a rather irate Grissom waiting for us, the time we're taking."
She wasn't wrong. There was a very displeased looking Grissom waiting at the scene for them. "Where've you been?" he asked. "I paged you half an hour ago. The lab's only 10 minutes away."
"Sorry Gil" Sara said. "I was sleeping, Catherine had to wake me up."
Grissom sent her a very strange look. He had just noticed something. Unless his eyes were deceiving him, Catherine was trying not to laugh at something, and Sara's hair was sticking out in all directions. He suspected that the latter might be the cause of the former.
"Sara. What is wrong with your hair?" he asked.
Sara bent down to look in the mirror of the Tahoe. "Oh, my God, Cath, why didn't you tell me?" Her hair looked terrible. Resting her head on the table had given her bed -technically table, but still- hair, and the addition of the water had caused her waves to turn into frizz.
She turned to glare at Catherine. "Someone dumped a cup of water on my head" she said, scowling.
"She wouldn't wake up. And we needed to get here!" Catherine defended herself.
Grissom rolled his eyes. Okay, the two females on his team were acting a little childishly for some reason. Whatever. "Just get on with processing," he told them.
Catherine systematically searched the scene, looking for anything to process. But at the same time she was thinking about Sara's response to her suggestion. It certainly hadn't been what she had been expecting. Namely shock. And then refusal. Whether Sara would go through on her 'maybe' was another thing to see.
It sure would be interesting if she decided to though. Catherine smiled just at the thought of it. Yep, that would be a sight to see.
Authors note: Okay, strange things happening here. Not going at all where I was wanting it to. The characters have plans of their own, as usual. Anyway, I will update this if I get at least 5 reviews. Otherwise, you'll have to hope I'm feeling generous.
CHAPTER 1
"Sara" Catherine Willows said into her workmates ear, "Wake up, we've got a case"
"What?" Sara said drowsily. "Go 'way, I wanna sleep"
"Sara, get up!" Catherine repeated, putting more force behind the words "We've got a murder that needs solving. Sleep when you're not on duty."
Sara just groaned and slumped further down in her chair.
Catherine glared at her friend, hands on hips. She didn't know what was wrong with Sara. It just wasn't like her to be slow to respond to a case. Or to be sleeping heavily while she was supposed to be working. Drowsing after pulling a double shift, yeah, but full on sleeping when they'd only been on a couple of hours? It just didn't seem like Sara.
She sighed. There was only one thing for it. Sara was not going to be happy about it, but they needed to get to the scene.
"Sara, if you don't wake up now I am going to pour a cup of cold water over your head" she said threateningly. If the mere threat didn't get Sara moving, carrying it out sure would.
There was no response from the slumped over Sara. Catherine shook her head, and went to fill a cup up at the sink. Bringing it over, she held it poised above Sara's head. "Last chance," she said warningly. When that provoked no response she rolled her eyes and upended the cup.
Sara's head shot up and she started spluttering through her hair, which had been plastered to her face by the water. "What'd you do that for?" she demanded, shooting Catherine an evil glare.
"Sorry Sar, I did warn you. About three times" Catherine told her, trying not to laugh at the indignant look on Sara's face. "Get up, we've get to get to the scene."
Sara groaned. "Sorry Cath, I'm just so tired" she explained. "For some reason I haven't been able to sleep well the last few nights. I think the cases are catching up to me. Whenever I try to sleep I see the bodies. It's giving me the heebie-jeebies"
Catherine sent her a sympathetic look. So that was it. All the death they dealt with, it had to catch up to you sometimes. Each CSI had experienced what Sara was going through many times. Catherine herself couldn't count the nights she hadn't been able to sleep, thinking about a case she had just solved.
"It happens to everyone Sara" Catherine told her. "You need a way to vent, like a hobby or something. That's my personal opinion on why Gris likes bugs so much. They take his mind off it."
"So, what, you think I need to take up staring at bugs?" Sara asked. "Thanks Cath, but I'll pass."
Catherine laughed. "No, bugs aren't really something I can imagine you being that interested in" she agreed. "How about something like um..." she stopped, stumped. She could not think of one single thing that she could imagine Sara Sidle doing as a hobby. She just didn't seem the hobby type.
"Hey, what do you do?" Sara asked curiously, "You seem to know what you're talking about here, so I figure you must have a way to vent?"
Catherine blushed. "Yeah, you know what I did before I became a CSI. Right?" she asked.
A look of realisation came over Sara's face. "Oh. Oh!" she said, "You mean you... um, pole dance?"
Catherine nodded. "Yep, I teach classes at the weekend" she paused a moment, an idea formulating. It would be totally out of character for Sara, but, "You could come one time if you wanted."
Sara looked taken aback. Then she grinned. "Maybe I will," she said. "But, didn't you say something about a case? Fill me in?"
"Okay, we have a single DB, male, and that's about all I know," Catherine told her. "Oh, and we probably also have a rather irate Grissom waiting for us, the time we're taking."
She wasn't wrong. There was a very displeased looking Grissom waiting at the scene for them. "Where've you been?" he asked. "I paged you half an hour ago. The lab's only 10 minutes away."
"Sorry Gil" Sara said. "I was sleeping, Catherine had to wake me up."
Grissom sent her a very strange look. He had just noticed something. Unless his eyes were deceiving him, Catherine was trying not to laugh at something, and Sara's hair was sticking out in all directions. He suspected that the latter might be the cause of the former.
"Sara. What is wrong with your hair?" he asked.
Sara bent down to look in the mirror of the Tahoe. "Oh, my God, Cath, why didn't you tell me?" Her hair looked terrible. Resting her head on the table had given her bed -technically table, but still- hair, and the addition of the water had caused her waves to turn into frizz.
She turned to glare at Catherine. "Someone dumped a cup of water on my head" she said, scowling.
"She wouldn't wake up. And we needed to get here!" Catherine defended herself.
Grissom rolled his eyes. Okay, the two females on his team were acting a little childishly for some reason. Whatever. "Just get on with processing," he told them.
Catherine systematically searched the scene, looking for anything to process. But at the same time she was thinking about Sara's response to her suggestion. It certainly hadn't been what she had been expecting. Namely shock. And then refusal. Whether Sara would go through on her 'maybe' was another thing to see.
It sure would be interesting if she decided to though. Catherine smiled just at the thought of it. Yep, that would be a sight to see.
Authors note: Okay, strange things happening here. Not going at all where I was wanting it to. The characters have plans of their own, as usual. Anyway, I will update this if I get at least 5 reviews. Otherwise, you'll have to hope I'm feeling generous.