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Sara/Cath story
Time is Running Out
I rushed straight from my house, to the lab, breaking about fifty speeding laws in the process. I didn't even bother to ask Gil if he had left work to go home after shift- the lab is pretty much his home these days.
He was sat in his office when I blitzed in, sat behind his desk, holding his cell.
"I just called her cell again" he said "No answer, it went straight to voicemail."
I nodded; I had done the same thing ever since I had seen that news footage.
"Right, I just spoke to the airline" I said briskly "They can get us on the next flight leaving McCarran for San Francisco, I'll drive you home, get your stuff together, I already packed a bag of my..
"Cath, Slow down" he commanded
I stopped to breathe for a moment as he stood up wearily,
"Look Catherine, we... how can you be certain that is was Sara that you saw? San Francisco is a big place, lots of people, some that even look like Sara, remember Debbie Marlin? Let's not... jump to conclusions"
"Gil, I know what I saw, I worked with the woman for ten years, I'd recognize her if she were covered from head to toe in green jello"
"Cath, we don't even know that she is still in San Fran, we haven't heard from her in weeks."
"I got a letter from her this morning, she sent it three days ago" I admitted quietly.
"You did?" he questioned, looking more than a little surprised, "Why?"
"Look Grissom we can argue about this on the plane" I said exasperatedly , not wanting to get into the ins and outs of the "Cath hates Sara" myth.
I grabbed his jacket from the back of the door, and picked up his briefcase.
"But what about the lab?" He blurted out "Who's going to supervise if you and I go off on a possibly pointless trip to the West Coast, to see Sara, who is more than likely perfectly fine, having not been part of any goddamn highway pile-up"
"Pointless!" I gasped "Pointless? I know what I saw Grissom. And even if is just a possibility, the very thought that it could be Sara should make your blood run cold. If... if you care more about your precious fucking lab than your girlfriend who could possibly be hurt then... then screw you Grissom."
I couldn't believe this guy, I know she hurt him when she left, but some things are just more damn important than damaged pride.
I turned around and stormed out of the lab, not caring whether he followed or not.
CSICSICSICSICSICSICSICSI
He did follow, and we made it onto the plane just a few hours later. Before boarding we phoned the emergency hotlines set up for the accident, but the lines were constantly busy, and Sara's cell continued to go straight through to voicemail.
The captain just announced that we were starting our descent into San Francisco International.
I looked out of my window onto the city below,
"We're coming Sara, don't worry we're coming" I whispered under my breath.
Sneaking a glance at Grissom sat next to me, looking like he had some place more important to be, I sighed, resuming my window gazing.
"I'm coming Sara, just hold on sweetie, I'm coming soon."
