A/N this was co written with a friend from another board Ami so I can't take all the credit or blame (depending on if you like it!) apparently it's based on my approach to illness act like your fine until the point of collapse and then play dead, it's a good job I'm not easily offended! Anyway enjoy and thanks to Ami for the idea and help.
Disclaimer well if they were mine they would be re-enacting a scene in my room and they're not….Summary: Sara's missing Grissom while he's away teaching, when she's taken ill she forms an unlikely friendship with Catherine. Eventual GSR
"Come on guys the boss is away there's got to be something fun we can do," pleaded Greg excitedly rubbing his hands together.
"You're kidding right," replied Nick "this place is just wrong without Grissom"
"Come on he's only going to be gone three days!" cried Greg throwing his arms in the air
"75 hours nine minutes" mumbled Sara to herself. She was sat in the corner of the break room alone missing Grissom. He'd only been gone three hours since he kissed her on the cheek at the airport and waved goodbye to go teach an entomology seminar in New York. She smiled to herself thinking about when he left that morning his awkwardness at saying goodbye in the end she had hugged him making the situation even more uncomfortable especially when he didn't let go she had half expected to burst into tears when she left him it the air port but managed to compose herself until she go to the car, it was only three days. She laughed making everyone in the room stare at her as she thought that Grissom the most observant man she knew had taken her toothbrush.
"Something funny?" asked Nick
"No" smiled Sara
"Well I thought you wasn't going to crack a smile all day you looked like someone stole your puppy dog" said Greg getting weird looks
"That's' enough metaphors from you" said Cath raising an eyebrow
"She smiled," cried Warrick coming in and holding his hands in the air as if he had just discovered oil.
"Ok I get the point I'm a miserable git," said Sara looking as unhappy as she did a minute ago.
"Well just to cheer you up even more blood in the house isn't our suspects" said Warrick holding a sheet up
"Oh yes that cheered me up" said Sara flopping her head into her hands as Cath grabbed the paper form Warrick reading it
"But I was sure it was him" said Cath waving the paper at Warrick as if blaming him.
"Whoa I come bearing good news," he added as Catherine smiled at him
"Come on then," said Greg
"Greg it's not even your case" sighed Sara
"Well I want to know what happens" he smiled as Nick began producing food from the fridge and piling it on the table
"The object that killed Mr Martin had a square sticking out on it" he held up an autopsy photo that Cath took.
"Oh great were going back to the crime scene" said Sara lacking any motivation
"Come on Sara it's not like you to turn down a field trip" mocked Nick having emptied the fridge "all this stuff goes out of date soon so it needs eating" he explained as Greg began taking bits of it. Sara was surprised she wasn't happy, after been in the lab for while she usually got excited about going back out in the filed but nothing was cheering her up at the minute. It probably had something to do with the stomachache she'd had since this morning that was making her irritable.
"Sara sandwich?" asked Nick holding one up, Sara shuck her head and turned away "come on you need some meat on your bones, or whatever veggies have" said Nick smiling.
"I'll have it," said Warrick grabbing it and following the two women out the room "I'm probably going to need it" he added.
Catherine was sat in the front discussing something to do with Lindsey with Warrick. Really Sara thought she should pay some attention but she couldn't be bothered her stomachache was getting worse and making her feel ill with it.
"Sara did you give your parents a hard time at fourteen?" Cath's voice shocked Sara back to reality and she realised she didn't have a clue what Cath had been saying.
"Urm" started Sara
"Am I been to strict with her?"
"Urm no" answered Sara hoping it was right
"I bet you were the good child, good grades and doing what you were told" said Warrick
"Not really" muttered Sara
"Oh a wild child" said Cath hearing her
"Everything went in my house," replied Sara hoping to avoid further questioning, she could feel her self getting warmer partly from the questioning and partly because she was starting to feel sick.
"Sex, drugs and rock and roll" said Cath glancing round at Sara "never had you down for the rebellious type. According to Lindsey everyone else is allowed out to clubs and because of me she's the only one not"
"All children say that, I did" smiled Warrick as they pulled back up to the house they had spent two hours processing that night "of course my grandma never fell for it".
"I think your doing fine" said Warrick getting out and shutting the door "Sara you coming?" he added seeing Sara still sat in the car looking like she had no intention of getting out
"Yer" replied Sara getting out slowly as Warrick and Cath went inside. She was feeling pretty ill by now and knew it wasn't the questioning making her uncomfortably hot.
"Take your time Sara," remarked Cath as Sara came in
"Your kit does help," said Warrick "you with us today?" he asked smiling. Sara didn't say anything but trudged back out to the car to get her kit.
"Is she ok?" asked Warrick once she was gone.
"Why?" asked Cath taking out the autopsy photo
"Well she's kind of out of it and she looks pale"
"Sara always looks pale," said Cath as Sara came back in and Warrick decided not to question further.
Half an hour later and Sara was sat cross-legged on the front room floor. They had searched the upstairs for an object with a square sticking out and were now downstairs; Cath was in the kitchen and Warrick the back room.
Sara had been staring at the same statue for nearly five minutes now. Her stomach was doing back flips and making her queasy. She had only done a quarter of the room so far and it had taken nearly an hour. She was about to pick the statue up and look at it when her stomach turned. She sat for moment trying to steady herself with deep breaths but she knew it wasn't working. Slightly shakily she got to her feet one hand pressed against her stomach the other looking for something to grip onto. She began walking towards the door picking up pace as she felt bile rise in throat. She was trying to be discrete but she couldn't any longer so she ran into the hallway grabbing the front door and throwing it open. Catherine's head appeared out the kitchen at the sound of the front door been opened.
"Warrick" called Cath as she saw Sara run out the house.
"What?" asked Warrick as Cath left the kitchen talking a look in the living room as she went to see why Sara had suddenly run out.
"Sara just ran out," she said stepping outside to see Sara bent over in front of the car been sick.
"Sara" Cath jogged over to her as she straightened up embarrassed. "Warrick go get some water," said Cath putting a hand on Sara's back but she moved away. "Why didn't you say you felt sick?"
Sara was about to answer but she felt the nausea wash over her again so she doubled up retching this time not bring anything up.
"Here" said Warrick holdout a bottle of water that Sara gratefully took.
"Sorry" mumbled Sara sipping at the water
"Don't apologise" smiled Cath
"You take her home. I'll get a lift" said Warrick turning to go back inside knowing Sara wouldn't want a audience he flipped his phone and out dialled Nick "hey I need a lift and some help"
"Why?" came Nick's muffled reply
"Sara's sick so Cath's taking her home"
"She didn't eat any food did she?" came Greg's voice
"No why?" answered Warrick
"Just cheeking it's still safe to eat," shouted Greg
"Sure is she ok?" asked Nick
"Think so Cath's taking her home, well she's trying," said Warrick looking over his shoulder to where Cath was stood holding the car door.
TBC ……… this will only be a three of four part so I should have it all up soon. Let me know what you think but no flame…please : )