Sara leaned against the sliding glass door as she sat on the floor of her apartment. She sat in the dark listing to the rain pounding on the windows of her apartment. Grissom had finally pushed her away for good this time. He was more interested in Lady Heather then her. Tears of pain slowly streamed down her face as she thought about what Grissom had said earlier that day.
"Sara I am sorry but I don't have feelings for you." He said to the brunette after she had brought a special made lunch for him full of his favorite foods. She tried not to seem hurt but couldn't help but to shed a few tears right there. She only nodded at him and flashed a soft smile then turned and quickly left the building and went straight to her apartment. Sarah kept replaying the scene over and over in her mind. It was a broken record.
(Was I a fool for liking him? Did he ever have feelings for me?) The brunette thought as she took a sip of a beer in her right hand but her thoughts were soon interrupted by a sharp, rapid knocking at the front door.
"Sara I know you are in there." A female voice called out," Sara Sidle answer your damn door right now! I know for a fact you are home because the whole lab knows that when you are upset you hide in your apartment!"
Sara rolled her eyes already knowing who it was by the sound of the female voice. The brunette got up and walked, well more like stumbled, over to the door and unlocked every lock getting annoyed by the knocking. Sara yanked the door open.
"What do you want Catharine?" Sara asked a little snappish.
The blonde before her drew in a sharp, jagged breath trying her best to stay calm. "I came to check up on you." The blonde replied.
"That's nice of you and all but I am a big girl I can handle a little heartache and being a lone after it." Sara said a hint of anger in her voice. She turned and walked over to the large black leather couch and flopped down. Catherine walked into the apartment and shut the door immediately smelling the heavy aroma of alcohol. She noticed the beer bottles scattered amongst the floor.
"How many drinks did you have?" Catharine asked as she made her way around the mess.
"I don't know I lost count after seven." Sarah replied, her speech a little slurred. She went to take another sip from the beer bottle she held onto but Catharine quickly yanked the bottle out of the firm grip of Sara's right hand and walked into the kitchen and emptied the contents into the sink.
"You are going to wind up getting si……" Catharine was saying before she heard the sound of vomiting," never mind." Catherine ran into the living room and saw Sara doubled over a puddle of vomit. "Oh Sara." Catharine said softly, her voice full of nothing but love and concern for the beautiful brunette. She walked over to Sara and placed her left hand softly of Sara's right shoulder. "Come on lets go get you cleaned up." Catharine said helping Sara up and she also helped Sara walk into the bath room. She sat Sara down on the closed toilet seat. There she pulled Sara's vomit covered shirt over her head and tossed it into the sink so Sara was now only in a black lace bra and tight dark blue jeans. Catharine then slid the zipper down on the pants and unbuttoned the copper looking button and slipped the denim jeans down the brunette's long, skinny, firm legs. She tossed them into the sink as well. Now Sara sat there in her black lace bra and a matching thong. Catharine forced herself not to stare at Sara. (Even when she is sick she looks pretty damn sexy.) Catharine thought "I'm going to get you some clothes to change into. Stay here and try not to move much." Catharine said softly looking into Sara's hazel eyes with her deep blue eyes, locking them in an intense gaze, yet gentle gaze. Sara could only nod at the loss of her voice. Catharine stood up and left the bath room. If Sara didn't know any better the look she just received from the beautiful blonde co-worker of hers was full of love, passion, and lust. Sara shook her head at the thought.
(No can't be. Cath isn't bisexual or a lesbian. Plus she hates me.) Sara thought (I'm just seeing things that's all.) Sara couldn't help but to be grateful for the blonde's care that she was receiving. She started to feel a strange emotion building inside of her. Was it love for her colleague that she started to feel or was it just a side affect caused by the heavy drinking? Her thoughts were once again interrupted when the beautiful blonde co-worker came walking in with a pair of baggy grey sweat pants and a white wife beater. She knelt next to the toilet.
"Arms up." Catharine said softly. Sara didn't deny what Catharine ordered her to do. She lifted her frail arms slowly into the air. Catharine slipped the shirt over Sara's head and onto Sara's torso. She then slipped the pants onto Sara. The pants only went up to the lower part of Sara's thighs. "You need to stand sweetheart." Catharine whispered in Sara's ear as she knelt next to Sara. It was Catharine who stood up first then Sara stood up on her weak legs. Sara's knees buckled and gave way. She fell forward but Catharine caught her then set her up right again and pulled the sweat pants up the rest of the way. "You can sit back down if you want to." Catharine said hoping Sara didn't hear her call her sweetheart earlier. Sara complied and sat back down on the closed toilet seat, happy to be sitting again. Catharine filled a glass with warm water and handed it to Sara. "Rinse and spit into the tub. This will help get the vomit taste out of your mouth." Catharine said. Sara took the glass and lifted it to her mouth with her now shaky right hand. Catharine put her right hand lightly on the glass to help Sara. Sara opened her mouth and the warm liquid instantly greeted her dry mouth. She swished some water around in her mouth weakly then spit it out into the tub washing the nasty vomit taste as well. "I'm going to help you to your bed. I want you to rest alright and try to at least get some sleep." Catharine said. Sarah once again listened to Catharine without an argument and stood up and stumbled to the bed room with Catharine behind her the whole way there to help if needed. Sara flopped down onto the large, soft queen sized bed and as soon as her head hit the soft pillow she fell into a deep sleep. Catharine covered Sara with the covers and couldn't help but to smile at how peaceful the spit fire brunette seemed to be sleeping. Catharine heard knocking on the front door. She walked out and answered the door and to her surprise it was Grissom.
"Gill what are you doing here?" Catharine asked shocked.
TO BE CONTINUED…….