Just to let everyone know, that this is my first ever fanfic. I haven't written for a long time, so it might be rubbish, so please bear yourself Um, oh yeah. I wrote the first five chapters at the same time, so that's why they're already up. Depending on what kind of reviews I get, I'll update and extend the story. I already have ideas, so it's all up to you guys.
Thanks, and enjoy!
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Disclaimer - I do not own CSI, or any of the characters. If I did, Jorja Fox would never have left, and Warrick wouldn't be dead. So yeah (:
It was about 10:00 in the evening, and Sara Sidle was sitting on the bench in the locker room. Her and the rest of the Vegas CSIs had just finished a case, and locked the killer behind bars. She'd already finished all the paperwork relating to that case, and was hopefully planning to slip away for a quiet evening in with a couple of beers and a movie. Okay, so she was a workaholic, and everyone knew it - but this time, even she was admitting defeat.
Sara had closed the door to her locker, and was putting her jacket on, when Catherine appeared from around the corner.
"Hey, Sara. Good work on the Pelkins case today," Catherine said.
"Thanks. Hey, same back to you," Sara replied, with a smile. She adjusted her jacket, and brought her hair onto her shoulders.
"So, me and the guys are going for a drink. You coming with?"
Sara shrugged. "I dunno whether I'm up for it."
Catherine sighed. "Aw, come on. The night's still young!"
By this time, Catherine was in reach to nudge Sara, and she smiled.
"I guess it's better than being alone," she smiled. "So who's going?"
Catherine smiled, happy at Sara's response.
"Ah, you know - the usual suspects. Nick, Warrick, Greg, you and me."
Sara instantly picked up on the lack of his name on the list, and started to wonder.
"Uh…Grissom not coming then?" Sara asked, shuffling from foot to foot.
"Ah, you know Grissom," Catherine said, swiping her hand through the air. She instantly noticed Sara's face droop, and followed it up.
"Why?" Catherine asked.
Sara was slightly confused. She loosely placed her hands in her pockets, and slightly tilted her head to one side.
"Why what?"
"Why the long face, all of a sudden?"
Sara smiled, and shook her head. "No, it's nothing."
At this point, Catherine tilted her head and paused for a few seconds. The silence that lingered became awkward. Sara had to say something to take Catherine's mind off the whole Grissom situation.
"Um… I'm going to drop this file over in… Grissom's office."
Sara had done it again - Grissom was definitely playing on her brain.
"Well, me and the guys will meet you down in Clockwork, and go from there. Okay?"
"Okay, sounds good," Sara smiled. "I'll see you there."
"Okay," Catherine replied, with a slight nod of her head. She started to walk towards the locker room door, and stopped. She looked over her shoulder, and said,
"Hey, try and persuade Grissom to come, will you? If he has a soft spot for anyone, then it's you."
Catherine simply smiled, and disappeared around the corner. Sara sat herself down, in order to collect her thoughts. She definitely had a soft spot for Grissom, but was it true what Catherine had said?
Did Grissom really have a soft spot for her?
Depending on what kind of reviews I get, I'll update and extend the story. I already have ideas, so it's all up to you guys.
