Note: Hey! This is my first Csi fic so be gentle if I dont get everything right at first. I'm hoping to update this pretty fast but I've got two ncis fic's going at the same time. and I'm going to tell you this now, and only now. THIS IS A FEMSLASH IF YOU DONT LIKE IT GO CRY OR SOMETHING.. harsh? Well you're fault for clicking on the story in the first place isnt it? So yeah. Happy reading!!
Sara's eyes portrayed how deep this case had gotten to her. The rain fell outside the car, whilst silent tears fell down her face. She blamed herself; it was her fault for getting so close to the sixteen year old that had been traumatized so much.
Sara stared blankly out of the window, her mind just as blank as her expression, she watched the red flashing lights beam across the yellow crime scene tape. She was so wrapped up in her own little world that she didn't even notice Catherine open the door to put something inside.
"Sara?" Catherine asked, as plainly as possible.
Sara shook her head and coughed, her hands coming up to her face protectively. "Catherine? What are you doing here?" she asked emotionlessly. Like she cared anyway.
Catherine was slightly taken back by the coldness laced in Sara's words. Even for her, it was a little odd. "How you holding up?" she asked, her eyes falling upon Sara's tear stained face.
Sara shrugged. "Just like Grissom said, no case should be taken personally. Right?" she said, her voice uneven, and bitter in denial. She wiped under her eyes, the skin getting sorer by the second.
Catherine began to feel a sudden rush of sympathy for the brunette, her expression softened.
"Sara, cases get to you, no matter how much you don't want them to, hey! C'mon I'll drive you back, you could use some coffee" Catherine said and got into the car. Forcing Sara to move over into the passengers seat without protest.
Sara stared into the coffee cup blankly. That's all her expression told, it was blank, lifeless. It didn't take to long for the silence to get deadly, a knife could have cut through it and left someone dead.
Catherine bit her lip as she sat opposite Sara; she watched her eyes close for a second then flutter back open in an effort to stop tears. Catherine grinned at her effort.
"Cute" she whispered absent-mindedly and instantly regretted it.
Sara looked up, her deep brown eyes scanning Catherine's face. "Huh?" she asked, her voice dry from the lack of fluids.
Catherine shook her head and played with her hair. "Oh, nothing" she lied, the little voice inside her head giving her the biggest lecture on keeping you're mouth shut.
Sara shrugged, and stared back down into her coffee cup, she hadn't touched any of the brown liquid. And she was more than aware of the set of questioning eyes practically burning a hole in the top of her head.
"Cath? You want something?" Sara asked, her face still as lifeless before.
Catherine blinked hard at her question, she could easily think of a few things. "Me?" she asked, playing the innocent card. Had she forgotten who she was even talking to?
Sara's mouth dropped. "Uhh Cath? You're not drunk are you?" She asked, trying to divert this scary conversation into a more comfortable area.
Catherine rubbed her forehead "No, just a little tired that's all" Catherine said, looking over to the wall, anything to stop her latest little obsession from taking over the last bit of control she had.
That latest obsession? The one and only Sara Sidle. She wasn't sure when it started, and the only person she had told was Greg. But what he told her made Catherine's heart race.
If Greg had noticed way before she told him, what about the rest of the team? What about Sara? A bunch of Csi's isn't exactly the slowest bunch of people in the world.
Sara prodded Catherine's arm in an attempt to raise her out of her daydream. "Earth to Catherine?" she said with a little more emotion, it was like she had just been laughing. No guessing what she was laughing at.
Catherine blinked and jumped out of her seat. She stared back down at a grinning Sara and smiled softly. They both stared for a second. Nothing more, nothing less.
Greg stood out in the doorway and watched everything unravel inside. He had the biggest grin alive plastered on his face. "Go on Cath! Tell her!" he shouted out and punched the air. Little did he know he had alerted the women inside the room of his position. Both women turned they're heads as he casually stepped inside.
Sara was first to speak. "Tell me what?" She asked Greg suspiciously.
Greg rolled his eyes innocently and poked Catherine in the side for back up. "Ooh nothing" he said with a grin and headed over the other side of the room to make coffee.
Sara was stuck with this one. "Greg? Please, it's been a bad day as it is" she said with an emotional voice.
Greg turned his head and looked at Catherine in defeat. "Ah Sara, c'mon no fair!" He whined and sat on the Sofa in front of the two.
Catherine began to tense up; she really didn't want Sara to find out, the fear of being rejected or humiliated was overpowering the want to take a chance.
Sara stared at Catherine. Judging by her expression she really didn't want herself to find out. "Ah guys, don't worry about it," she said with a smile and left the break room, she needed a walk to clear her head.
Catherine's eyes darted straight at Greg, her stare was more intense than a gun being pressed into you're neck.
"Thanks!" she hissed at him, he cowered playfully, she could only laugh.
Greg sighed, "Just tell her Cath, take the chance!" He said and walked over to her, grabbing her arm and sitting her on the sofa.
Catherine rested her head on his shoulder. "It just seems so stupid, doesn't it? One minute I hate her, and the next she's all I can think about!" she said and cringed. Maybe Greg was right, but it wasn't like she could avoid Sara, she was a co-worker.
Sara walked back into the break room; she stared at a restless Catherine resting on Greg's shoulder. "Did I interrupt something?" she asked, grinning slightly.
Greg chuckled "Quite a lot actually" he said getting up and stretching his legs. He turned to Catherine and winked, before leaving the room and heading back down to the lab.
Catherine whimpered in her now vulnerable state, she calmly looked around the room. "Any idea when Grissom is coming back?" she asked, striking up casual conversation
Sara shrugged "Not sure, he was hit just as bad as I was" Sara said whilst making a cup of coffee she was going to drink this time.
Catherine nodded understandingly, her eyes wandered down Sara's back while she was turned away from the blonde. "Hmm" She mumbled blissfully.
Sara, yet again could feel Catherine's eyes. It was hard not to! "Is there something on my back?" she asked casually. Stirring her coffee and turned around to lean on the counter.
Catherine smiled in embarrassment. Greg's words echoing in her mind, should she take the chance? "No! Of course not, you're um, perfect" Catherine stuttered, very out of character for someone as confident as herself.
Sara could have sworn she heard Catherine say perfect. "Perfect?" she asked, slightly bewildered. Why was she being so nice?
Catherine paused "Err" She mumbled and turned her head to the floor.
Sara raised an eyebrow and sat on her side of the sofa. "Something you wanna tell me?"