Thank you so much for reading the first part, here is the promised update… enjoy… and review:)
Catherine. No. Please, God. Not Catherine.
The thought of losing another friend in such ungodly way gave Sara sudden dizzy spell.
She tried to focus on the body, yet the dim light didn't help.
Is this what Grissom had felt when he found Warricks on the alley?
The image of her husband flashed before Sara's eyes. She couldn't even imagine his reaction if he was in her position right now.
Catherine.
Sara composed herself calm and reached out again. Yet she thought the better of it and retracted her hand.
The woman was in a striped tank top and a pair of jeans. Catherine wore striped blouse and her usual tight pants to work today.
Sara moved closer to see.
It wasn't Catherine.
God only knew how thankful Sara was, she took a deep breath before checking the body for pulse.
As expected, with the amount of blood on the floor, she didn't find any sign of life.
Sara calmly produced her phone and dialed for dispatch, indicating for the few people standing around not to touch the body.
She stood, giving the necessary details of the scene to the woman at the other end of the line and opened the door to room 333.
Catherine was having the hold of the microphone at that time, one of her feet perched on the table as she sang. Greg was in the middle of impersonating a belly dancer when he spotted Sara on the door.
Then he spotted the body on the floor and let out a curse.
Catherine turned her head to see while Nick was already on his feet putting down his share of beer on the table.
The three of them immediately piled out of the room, each with questions addressed to Sara.
The later just shook her head, stating that she was as clueless as the rest of the team.
In a matter of seconds a standard process to handle a DB was started in ease. The ease part was more because they were trained to handle such situation.
Sara stayed with the body to make sure no one ruin the evidences.
Nick, his hand rubbed his temple, went for the receptionist desk to ask for the karaoke's securities not to let anyone out.
Greg started gathering witnesses and asked them to line up at the corridor. Not everyone happy with his demand, especially not the upset Karaoke's staffs.
Catherine bent over the body, scrutinizing the face. She asked if Sara knew the victim, because she felt a strange déjà vu.
Sara took closer inspection, using a pen to move the hair that covered the face. She then mentioned a name.
Catherine looked up at Sara then looked down at the body, wincing.
Sara, knowing exactly what was in Catherine's mind, reached out for Catherine's shoulder.
The night shift supervisor covered her mouth with her hand, muttering her need of fresh air before walked outside.
When Greg asked of what was wrong Sara could only shrugged.
From all of the people in the world, Sara was probably one of the minorities that could truly understand the feeling of seeing a ghost from the past.
And one look at Catherine's eyes gave Sara a clue that this ghost was one that still haunted Catherine's sleep.
Sara waited until Vartann and his uni's came with two swing-shift CSIs. She let one of the uni took her statement before going outside with Greg.
Nick was talking with one of officers too, still rubbing his temple. Greg waved at him but he didn't wave back.
They found Catherine leaning against the door of a patrol car. Vartann was in front of her, holding an uncapped bottle of water.
Sara nodded toward the detective before asking Catherine if she was okay.
Catherine shook her head no and spoke of her will to leave the scene.
Nick joined them and backed Catherine up. He said there was no use of staying at a crime scene in their day off.
A snicker erupted from Greg who was more than happy to correct Nick's sentence. Greg said that there was no use of staying at a crime scene after six pack of Corona.
He got himself lethal glares from his three co-workers.
Vartan smiled considerately, commenting about the necessity of booze after a though shift before asking them if they had taken that much.
Nick muttered something about draining the content of two and a half bottle. Catherine held up two of her fingers while Sara shook her head no and Greg said zilch.
Vartan nodded, asking Greg to drive his co-workers home before playfully reminded them not to go out of town before the investigation over.
Too bad Catherine couldn't see the joke. She snapped, asking if Vartann accused her of something.
Like a fish gasping for air, Vartan opened his mouth only to close it again.
Catherine then spat out her thought. As much as she would love to see the end of the woman's life, although she had dreamed of doing the homicide herself, the woman didn't deserve her time.
Greg and Nick rooted on their spots, looking at Catherine as if she was a ticking time-bomb.
Anger fuelled Catherine's words as she stated that she hated the dead person on the Karaoke floor to the bone, yet if it was up to her, she wouldn't have given the bitch that had killed Eddie and had ruined Lindsey's life such a quick death.
With the end of her sentence Catherine walked away, leaving Vartann to stammer an apology.
Sara could only shake her head, knowing that when the ghost from one's past paid
a visit it was always a fight-or-flight situation.
This time, Catherine chose for flight.
Okay… I kind of challenged myself not to write any real dialogue for this fic. So far I've succeeded, haven't I? Anyone knows the name of the DB on the karaoke floor?