A/N: This is going to be a rather longer Cath/Sara fic with some suspense/angst as well as romance.
Warning: Will contain F/F Don't like, don't read.
Rating: Hovering around T, may go up later.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to CSI except for DVD's of the seasons, all of the characters and ideas from the shows belong to CBS. (Does anyone even read these??)
Chaper 1
I don't know why I even bother to set an alarm clock. It's not like I ever sleep more than an hour or two each night before waking up in a cold sweat without the possibility of sleeping again that night. The only good the device does for me is to signal that it's time to put down whatever forensic book I'm reading at the time, suck down another cup of coffee and get ready for work. I'm always glad to hear it go off, because it means it's time for another hectic day to begin, and that I can escape my demons for a while.
Today when it went off I was particularly glad. I had had a worse night than usual, only getting around an hour of sleep before waking, shaking uncontrollably. This was not my normal nightmare about my father, but of an unknown attacker. As usual however, I shook it off and prepared for another day at the lab.
When I arrived, the first one on grave shift as usual, I sat down and settled in to watch TV and wait for assignments. Shortly after Grissom walks in. He's almost as much of a workaholic as I am, but for different reasons. We had a thing for a while, but I was actually glad when it ended. The tension was too much for either of us to bear, and the effort it took to make even the simplest of conversations got tiring far too quickly for it to be worth it. It had been coming for a while, and when he finally said something about us breaking it off I almost jumped in celebration, not because I didn't like him, but because he had come way too close way too many times to finding things out about me that only a few old social workers knew.
Next walked in Catherine, who I have to admit, took my breath from the first. I think I always loved her, even when I was with Grissom, but it was always too risky, so I never tried anything, knowing her rejection would break me into irreparable pieces. I kept my distance, and she kept hers, the only problem being the constant question in my mind: what would happen if I ever did try? I kept myself from answering by telling myself that if she ever asked me about my past, I wouldn't be able to dodge her questions. Around Grissom I could avoid a subject completely without a chance of him perusing it, as he was never that social to begin with. Cath on the other hand, would keep at me until I told her. It isn't that I don't want her to know, it's that I don't want to seem weak around her. The worst thing in the world- worse even than not being with her- would be knowing she was with me out of pity.
It was now time for shift to start. Of course, ten minutes late, in walk Nick, Warrick, and Greg. I love them as my brothers but they really need to learn that being late is not worth the extra ten minutes of sleep. Of course I-the insomniac- probably shouldn't talk about good and bad sleeping habits. Grissom starts handing out assignments, he goes with Nick on a hit-and-run, Greg and Warrick have a 419 in Henderson, and Cath and I are lucky enough to have a rape/murder somewhere in the mountains. I knew then we were going to have a triple shift, which didn't bother me in the least, but Cath had Lindsey to take care of, so we'd have to work as fast as possible without compromising the evidence.
"Well this is just wonderful" Cath said with her usual sarcasm. I'm honestly not sure if she's talking about the nature or location of the case, but I can tell she's not thrilled with being stuck with a two hour drive to the crime scene.
"Well, at least the weather's good" I said, trying to keep things positive.
We arrived at the scene to find it was going to be a pretty good hike to the top of the mountain. At this point I was starting to wonder if we would end up pulling a quadruple shift. It would take at least an hour to climb up to the body, and that's assuming we wouldn't have to stop along the way to rest. I was also starting to feel really bad for Catherine, who-if things went the way they seemed like they were going to go-wasn't going to see her daughter anytime soon.
After figuring out what the best way up was, we began the hike. What ended up being two hours later we arrived at the crime scene, panting and gasping for breath. After looking at the body, and observing the coroner bringing the body back to the lab, I started to notice that the officer was looking a bit, well, like he had other places to be. Cath and I told him to go home, he was already well into his second shift, as were we, but he had no further reason to be there. After clearing the scene one last time he left, thanking us profusely. Cath was also looking a little on edge about the time, since we would still have to walk back down the mountain, drive back to the lab, and process the evidence before either of us could go home. I on the other hand was in heaven: I got to spend time alone with the one woman I truly loved.
A/N: Well, that's the first chapter. It wasn't beta'd so there might be mistakes. Please review, reviews make me want to update sooner… hint hint. If all goes as planned Sara and Cath will be getting into some trouble in the next few chapters…
Until Next Time,
CSILOTRGirl