Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If I did, people would've probably stopped watching the show by now.
Archieving: Only with the permission of the author.
A/N: This story is my first in many ways. It's my first CSI fanfiction, my first fanfiction on and the first story Í have written in English (not counting the texts for my English class in school but I doubt you would want to read about the influence of soft-tourism on the profit of hotels in Austria's winter regions...)
That said, you may realize that a) English is not my first language and b) this story is possibly crap
I don't have a beta, but I would like one, provided that anyone wants to actually read the stuff my mind produces. Anyone offering?
Reviews would be great so I can improve my writing and because I'm curious what you think of my story...if you want me to beg, I will :)
Confessions in five steps
Step 1: You walk down a street. There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. You fall into it. You're lost and helpless; you have no idea what to do. It takes forever to find a way out.
Sometimes Sara wonders what Catherine is thinking; about her and their relationship and the fact that they've never moved past the stage of co-workers. But she only gets shreds of a truth she most likely doesn't want to know, if their latest fight was any indication. She tries to ignore the nagging feeling of Catherine watching her but doesn't succeed.
Catherine has been watching her a lot in the last few weeks, not to mention her strange behaviour when they were alone in one room or the fact that she was entirely too cheerful about the DB they had had to work together a few days ago. She doesn't have the faintest idea why Catherine seems to have taken such an interest in her but still doesn't talk to her unless it's absolutely inevitable.#
She would like to talk to someone about it, but she still doesn't feel save having a heart to heart with anyone at work. When she first came to Las Vegas, Grissom kept his distance, Catherine hated her guts, and the guys were civil at best. Now Grissom still keeps his distance but throws in an occasional comment about her beauty or her intelligence that comes out of nowhere and usually leaves her puzzled. The guys are friendly and at times very sweet, but she is much too different to them to ever fit in completely. And Catherine…she doesn't if Catherine still hates her or if she doesn't care or if they actually have a shot a friendship.
She is more confused than ever by the relationships she has tried to build with her colleagues, but she doesn't really have the time to dwell on it.
A jealous woman killing her fiancé with an axe for flirting with another woman younger than her. A sixteen year old boy beaten to death with baseball bats for making the mistake of coming out to his friends. A model strangled by her manager because she didn't want to pose naked. Rape, domestic violence, dead bodies, and always innocent people in the midst of it all. In short, it's been one hell of a week and she already has enough nightmares to last her a lifetime.
The constant voices of the victims in her head make her desperately wish for a drink or anything else that would cloud her mind like a few shots of Jack Daniels had done on several occasions. But she can't, won't drink and hearing the voices of the victims is better than hearing the voices of her parents, anyway.
A new case is a nice distraction and exactly what she needs. Halfway through the case file she knows most of the facts: a young boy, not much older than the girl, is the main suspect. He had to be taken down by the police after eye-witnesses had told the officers that they had seen him in a heated argument with the girl in the middle of the mall – only seconds later she was lying on the ground and he was nervously pacing, seemingly not paying attention to anyone around him.
She sighs loudly, the young age of the victim and the perp giving her a headache. A distraught Catherine rushing past her, agitatedly talking on her cell phone, makes her stop and wonder what has her co-worker so upset. Everything falls into place when her eyes finally find the name of the victim in the case file: Lindsey Willows.
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