Sara sighed, and tried to once again soothe the pain in her right hand, she knew the burn would blister badly, and the cream Dr. Robbins Had applied to it had only made it worse, so she had washed it off, the burn being too small for it to be deemed vital for hospital attention. So instead she was sat in standard issue blue coveralls, 3 sizes too big for her, whilst her clothes were being inspected by the day shift team. At least they were kind enough to give her work wear over the criminal orange scrubs, so now she was sat in interrogation with Captain Jim Brass. Sara was sat on the wrong side of the table, the bad side of the table. Jim said nothing, and Sara didn't bother to speak either. Both were waiting for IAD Dylan. Both sat looking at the photo on the table. The photo of Catherine and Sara embracing one another, with their lips locked.
''How's your hand?'' Brass asked after a further twenty minutes of silence. Sara only shrugged, leaning forward in her chair, she moved her arm across the table and towards her friend, and now interrogator, openning her hand as best she could, wincing in pain. ''Sore'' She mumbled, smiling slightly, ''Thanks for asking.'' Jim looked up, smiling at her, and gently took her hand inspecting the damage, surprised that she was willingly letting him touch her. ''I may be here to question you Sara, but first and foremost, I am here as your friend...Look, if I could, I would be sat on that side of the table with you...You know that...right?'' he questioned, his hand still gently holding hers, but no longer examining it. Sara only nodded. She knew if she started speaking, even casually, that the IAD would somehow find fault in that.
Tugging her hand away, Sara reached for the photo, and allowed her fingers to run over it. Brass noticed that her fingers were tracing around the body of Catherine Willows, and he noticed a smile play on her lips. Detective Dylan noticed too, as it was at that point that she walked in to the room, looking less than happy over her time spend with the Willows women.
''Miss Sidle...'' The Raven haired lady started ''I see you know why you are here...'' there was a cold edge to her voice; she had left the photo out deliberately, in hopes to worry the women in front of her.
''No.'' Sara answered, she had decided to make it difficult for them, she had nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of. ''I see you still haven't done your job though...I wouldn't be here otherwise.'' Sara removed her hand from the photo, and from the table, once again nursing it in her lap. ''Lets see..'' she went on ''You believe those coke heads...or...your homophobic and find this picture disgusting and insulting, so...so decide to try and blame me for..What was it you said...'' Sara's smile turned dangerous, her anger was rising. Why was it that no one around her could accept the truth. ''Oh yes, 'Destroying evidence, misplacing evidence, and covering for a murderer...' Weren't those your words?''
''Sara..You're not helping yourself here.'' Brass cut in before Detective Dylan could. Sara sighed. She was here for all the wrong reasons. Since when did it become a crime to kiss?
