Title: Saving Me 1?
Author: tked
Pairing: Sara/Catherine
Rating: MA for swearing
Spoilers: None
Archive: Just let me know
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or it's characters, although I wish I did!
A.N This means thinking.
A.N #2 Thanks to Sasha for betaing this and kicking me in the ass to finally write a fic.
Sara walked into the bar, intent on drinking her troubles away. Her and Catherine had just had an argument and she walked away and didn't look back. The bartender walked over to her as she pulled up a stool and leaned on the bar top.
"What can I get ya?" the big burly man asked.
"Anything to make me forget the last hour."
"Let me see what I got for ya."
As the bartender walked away, all Sara could think about was her relationship with Catherine. They had been together for nearly 6 months and it had been the happiest that she had ever been in her life. They had gone to the movies, taken Lindsey to the zoo and did all the family stuff that couples would normally do. Everything was perfect.
That's the problem. Everything is just too perfect!"
Sara was pulled out of her thoughts when the bartender came back over with a cup of coffee and placed it in front of her.
"This doesn't look like anything that will help me forget the last hour." Sara gritted out through her teeth.
"I remember you." The bartender said quietly, as he pulled up a stool.
"Excuse me?"
"I'm Paul." he said as he stuck out his hand.
Sara looked at him in disbelief as she tried to process what the hell was going on.
"You said you remember me. I'm sorry, but you don't look familiar at all." Sara said as she apprehensively shook his hand.
"I used to be a paramedic."
"Okay … um, do I know you through Hank?"
"Who's Hank?"
"Guess not." This is weird " So, how do I know you?" Sara said, getting a little steamed with the run around.
"I was there the night of your accident."
"Oh God! You're the man that saved my life."
"Well, I don't know about that, but I was there that night, treating you."
"No! The doctors told me that if it were not for you, I would not even be here. I don't know what to say, other then thank you."
"Actually, I should thank you"
"For what?"
"You changed my life that night"
"How did I change your life?"
"After seeing you and that fiery blonde woman, I went home and told my wife that I love her and that I would quit my job as a paramedic, so she wouldn't worry anymore."
The mention of Catherine, at first, brought a smile to her face. Then she thought of the recent argument and slowly started to cry. Paul opened his arms and she feel into them, if only for the need of some comfort. As Sara's tears subsided, she pulled away with a slight blush on her face.
"I'm sorry. I can't believe I just did that! I don't usually just walk into a bar and start crying on the bartender's shoulder."
"Hey, I'm just glad I can help. Would you like to talk about it?"
"It's ok. I'm sure you have stuff to do."
"Actually, I just got off shift and I don't have to pick my wife up for another couple of hours."
"Oh. Well I don't really just open up to everyone."
"How about this? Let's sit here, drink some coffee and talk about whatever's on our mind."
"Now that, I can do."
Paul got up to grab Sara a fresh coffee and one for himself. Maybe I should talk to him. I need an outsider's opinion and you can't get anymore outside then him. He did save my life and he seems like a nice guy.
As Paul sat back down with the coffees, Sara began to speak…
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TBC?
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