This will become a very dark fic. So read only if you would be okay with that. Right now it's a Cath/Sara story (no romance) but I think I will change that later on. If you like, please review, it will help me write the next chapter faster.
The ringing of his cell phone stole his attention away from the dead girl lying before him.
'Grissom,' he stated simply. His ordinary 'Grissom-look' changed suddenly to fear in response to what was said to him on the phone. Catherine looked towards him curiously.
'Well is she okay?' Catherine heard a muffled reply from the caller. 'Well bring her back to the lab then, I'll send Catherine to look after her.' He hung up quickly and the usual look returned to his face.
'Is everything okay?' Catherine asked.
Grissom shook his head in response. 'There was an… incident at Sara's crime scene.'
'The db at the meth lab?'
'Yeah. It's a long story apparently but what Brass told me was that Sara inhaled a lot of crystal meth. She's in a bad state. I said you would go to look after her. I suggest you take her home. She is in no state to work.'
The sympathy Catherine was feeling for the younger woman quickly dispersed and was replaced with anger. 'I have to go baby-sit Sara now do I? I don't remember seeing that on my job description.'
Grissom sighed, 'I know you both aren't exactly friends but it would be best if someone stays with her and I can't take anyone else off their cases. I can handle it here.'
Clearly not impressed, she packed up her kit and stormed out of their crime scene and headed back to the lab.
Brass was sitting in the break room when she arrived, sipping a cup of coffee. At first she didn't notice Sara, it was only where Brass looked towards her that she saw her. In the corner of the room, crouched down, hiding behind the counter.
'We think the perp purposely left a bunsen burner on and left a stash of crystal above it. We're guessing it was a little present for us. Nobody noticed because the smell in that place was so strong. Sara informed us when she was feeling a little weird. By then it was a bit late, I had to send another female officer home to her sister.' Brass paused. 'She isn't having any effects like Sara's. I have never seen a high like that on crystal meth.' They both looked over to Sara who was hardly moving and was not saying anything.
'Well couldn't you have dropped Sara off at home too? There's no reason for her to be back here.'
'Sara has no one at home and with her acting like she is, I don't know what she would do is left alone. I would have stayed with her, but I got a suspect coming in for questioning…' he paused and looked at his watch, '…now. I need to go Catherine.' Catherine nodded in response. 'Oh and by the way. She has gotten a lot worse since I took her here. I would call Doc Robbins because she's acting really different.' With that he quickly left the room.
Catherine stood for a minute in the centre of the room, looking at Sara. She had begun to swing slightly back and forth. 'Sara?'
She paused, waiting for a reply. Sara didn't even acknowledge she was there, let alone hear her. 'SARA?' She yelled a bit louder. Still no response.
Catherine, getting impatient, walked over to her and crouched down beside her. Gently she placed her hand on Sara's shoulder.
'DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T TOUCH ME!'
Startled, she pulled her hand away and stood up. When she was a dancer she has known a lot of people to take crystal meth. Catherine agreed with Brass, she hadn't ever seen a high like this. She walked back over to the table, sat down and pulled out her cell. A number was dialled and she waited for a few rings.
'Morgue,' a familiar voice said on the other line.
'Hey David. Is Doc in?'
'Hey Catherine. Yeah he is. Hold on a sec and I'll get him.'
'Hello Catherine. What can I do for you?'
'Well, I need you to come and look at Sara.'
'Is something wrong?'
'Yeah, she got a bit high on crystal meth.'
'Well I suggest you take her home and give her lots of fluids then put her to bed.'
'That was going to be the plan, but she is acting a bit weird. This isn't the textbook high on crystal meth, I think something is wrong.'
'Hold on. I'll be right up.'
The call ended and Catherine sat, waiting patiently for Doc Robbins.
