Revelations

Author: Krys

Posted by: Sethanon

Pairing: Sara/other (briefly) C/S (I promise)
Rating: The usual full range
Spoilers: Sporadic mentions
Archive: Want it? Take it? Tell me where you took it
Disclaimers: The same old. Not mine.

Summary: What revelations can be made between enemies?

Author's notes: This has nothing to do with the previous fics I've
written. This is new and a departure from anything I've written so
far. There will be a lot more angst in this one. This came about
because of a friend who asked a question. So I answered her this way.
Thanks Bren. Thanks to Sasha for being my sounding board.

Thanks to my wife for her incredible patience while I write. Love you!
Thanks to everyone who reads my stories and gives feedback.

And we're off:

Nick and Sara were assigned a robbery at a liquor story where the suspect ended up shot and killed by an off duty police officer. They took their evidence back to the lab and went their separate ways to work on it. On her way back to the furthest darkest lab in the building, she stopped in to see Greg and drop off the various blood samples they had collected.

"Can you run these for me? Officer related shooting." Sara says handing the samples over. Greg took them from her with a smile. "Where do you want to go this morning?" Sara grinned. "For food." She answered.
"Did you?" He asked while preparing the samples.
"Did I what?"
"Sleep with her."
"That really isn't any of your business." Sara said defensively.
"I know but did you?"
"No."
"She was hot. Why not?"

Sara sighed. Of all the people to find out it had to be Greg. "I just didn't." She knew why she didn't sleep with her. She remembered standing outside near their cars kissing when a vision of the woman she truly wanted flashed through her mind. She just couldn't go any further when the one she wanted was on her mind.

"I would've." He informed her standing to put the samples in the machine.
"That I don't doubt." Sara replied. "Page me or Nick." She said wanting out of this particular conversation in a bad way.
"Ok."

Sara walked out of Greg's cave and down to her own.

Catherine watched Sara walk from Greg's lab and down the hall. She knew where Sara was going. Sara always used the lab in the back. She said it was quiet and she was able to think more clearly without noise and distraction. Catherine thought it was just another way for Sara to hide from everyone else. She changed her direction and decided to go see how Greg had landed a
date with the dark haired beauty. "Greg."

"Hey Catherine." He said looking up as she walked in. "So you finally got a date with Sara huh?"
"Oh yeah." He said grinning like the love struck fool he was. He had told Sara he wouldn't tell and thanks to her he had some serious fantasies to think on. So by his accounting he would cover for her when he could. "We're going out for breakfast."

Catherine looked at the tech and felt a small anger building toward him. She wanted to be the one to go out with Sara. Instead, Sara was going out with the lovable dweeb. Catherine didn't say a word as she turned on her booted heel and walked out in a huff.
Greg was left standing beside his desk wondering why Catherine had gotten mad at him. He shrugged it off quickly as more pleasurable thoughts prevailed. Like where to go for breakfast.

Sara walked into the lab that Nick had claimed with the DNA results in her hand. "Results." She said walking to him. "The blood belongs to the officer and the suspect. The shoe imprints backs up the officers version of events."

Nick lifted his head from the computer showing the tape of the robbery they had taken from the store. "Same here." He said taking
the results to put in the case folder. "How do you feel about closing the case?"

Sara watched as Nick played the tape for her. She watched as the suspect came into the store waving a gun. The store clerk did the
safe thing and responded by handing the money to the robber. A guy comes in and flashes something in his hand. "I blew these up." Nick said handing stills taken of the flashing movement. Sara saw the outline of the 5-point star. She watched the remaining tape and, "He's telling the truth. I think closing it is ok."

"I'll finish the paper work and bring it to you to sign." Nick offered.
"That works for me. I'll take the evidence down to the locker then." Sara offered.

Nick nodded and walked over to the desk in the corner. Sara began picking up the evidence and rebagging it. "How was your date?"
Sara stopped all movement. She was nowhere near ready to be discussing her private life with these people despite the fact they
were only showing an interest in her life because they liked her. "Ok." She answered quickly.
"Just ok huh? That sounds bad." He chuckled.
"I. Uh," Sara stuttered.
"I have a few friends I can hook you up with." Nick offered with a smile. Despite the fact that Sara was so shy and stand offish, he really did like her. Everyone in the lab had become a family. It seemed to him that Sara wanted to be part of that family but held back for some reason.

Sara forced a grin on her face and turned to face him. "Thanks but no thanks. The last time I got set up with a blind date," Sara stopped remembering when one of her friends had set her up with a woman that should have owned stock in Mary Kay. "Let's just say it was really bad."

Catherine sat in the break room with a hot cup of coffee trying to think about the odd feelings she was having over Sara. She knew she wanted the tone muscled body in her bed begging for her touch, but that was all she wanted. It was a one-shot deal kind of thing. Having been a dancer, Catherine knew she was bisexual. She had recently chosen men because it was all about the sex. No strings, no emotions. Just mutual need. Then why was she feeling weird about the shy and really straight Sara Sidle?

Sara seemed to dominate her thoughts lately. The two strong women just seemed to clash at every turn. Both were extremely competitive. Both striving for accolades from Grissom. The mention of Grissom brought about new thoughts. Catherine thought
Sara wanted her old friend Gil Grissom. She had a tendency to say too much around him and stare at him with nothing short of worship in her eyes.

Catherine wanted to be friends with the emotional distant Sara but couldn't seem to drop the bickering. She wanted Sara in a way she couldn't have her so she would get nasty with her. She had never really given Sara a chance. Catherine drained the last of her coffee and tossed the cup into the trashcan. She made a decision right then to try and build a friendship between them with or without Sara's damn help.

As luck would have it, Catherine got a call out to a dead body and didn't make it back to the lab before shift ended. With a sigh, she logged her evidence into the lockers and headed home for a nap before Lindsey came home from school. As she drove home, she couldn't keep her mind off the long legged beauty. The same feelings she couldn't define came back when she thought of Greg out with the one she wanted to be with.

Sara walked into her apartment sorting through her mail. She dropped it on the counter and went for her shower. As the warm water beat down on her, she thought back to her breakfast with Greg. She had actually had fun with the off the wall guy. They had opted for breakfast in one of the many small diners along the strip. They had talked about Greg's desire to be a CSI. She encouraged him to go to Grissom and ask if he could begin the training. Then subjects were turned to Sara being gay. Greg asked questions smiling the whole way.

She was doing her best dodge and evade tactics on the half buzzed fella. All of which worked like a dream. Sara picked up the shampoo and laughed to herself at the flushed cheeks he had be sporting by the time they had parted ways. She liked the guy even if he was stuck in sex mode. They had gotten along so well they had made plans to go, as Greg called it, Girl Drooling on their day off Saturday.

She finished up her shower and dried off. She padded into the kitchen with the towel wrapped around her chest and grabbed a beer from the frig. She twisted open the top and took it to her room. As she sat on her bed she used beer and bills, ok, it was mostly the beer, to force her mind from wondering to something or rather someone she couldn't have.

One blonde bombshell named Catherine Willows.