Hey everyone, first thanks for your reviews! Here's chapter 4 and chapter 5 shouldn't be too far behind. It was also good to see that I wasn't the only one to like Baudelaire :p...anyway...

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Casara, I owe you and the Admiral an apology, I'm sorry I totally forgot to warn you about my new fic, I deserve the Buster Sword... I'll try to make it up to you ;)

Chapter 4 : Catherine

I'm pacing back and forth in my living room. I just can't stop myself.

There's only one thought banging around inside my cranium: Sara is fucking my sister. This thought plays in my head like a broken record. I don't know how I feel right now. Pissed off. Confused. Shocked. Hurt. Betrayed. I just don't know. I don't think I've ever been more upset about anything else in my life.

You know, when I feel like this, I generally go to Sara or Nancy. For obvious reason, neither of them is an option now.

Damn it!

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I went back to work because I couldn't stand being home any longer. What irony! When this night first began, I couldn't wait to be away from this place and go home. Now, I'm back in because I have to be away from my home.

So, here I am going over paperwork so that I don't have to think about the fact that Sara is fucking my sister – that they're probably fucking each other as I'm speaking… and… and this is so not working!

I need a drink.

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So, I got drunk like hell, and I came back to the lab to crash in my office. About an hour ago, I took a shower and made an effort to look human again. I've been agonizing with a killer headache ever since I've opened my eyes. Damn it's going to be a long day. It's barely noon and I already want to die or kill somebody.

Someone knocks on my door. It sounds like someone is hitting my head with a hammer. I don't get a chance to say anything before Warrick enters my office. What the hell is he doing here?

"Cath, we have a new lead on the case…" He starts but my brain shuts down, blocking the annoying and now really painful sound of his voice. I suddenly remember why I shouldn't drink as much as I did today – because hangovers are killers.

So I take it that he's pulling a double… nice.

I massage my temples as much as I can in a soothing gesture. My eyes are closed in a vain attempt to stop the room from spinning. I wish I was dead right now. Anything would be better than this stupid elephant dancing the polka in my head. I take a deep breath and open my eyes again facing a concerned Warrick. He's staring at me so I suppose he has asked me a question.

"What?" I ask.

"I asked you if you were okay." He answers and I cringe at the sound. Why is he screaming? And what stupid question is that? Am I okay? Do I look like I am anywhere near okay?

"You don't need to shout I'm not deaf." I say gritting my teeth to stop the nausea.

"I'm not shouting." he states. "Are you drunk?"

Already annoyed with his questions, I mumble, "No, I'm not.".

"Catherine, you're on call!" Okay, now he is shouting. Damn it hurts.

"Don't lecture me, okay?! I'm not drunk. And stop screaming for Christ's sake!" I snap and regret it that instant as the pounding in my head gets stronger. Please someone kill me now!

"Well, if you weren't hung over, you would probably realize that I'm not screaming."

"Then, please shut up." I plead with him. Anymore sound and I might puke.

Every damn word is like a razor cutting into my brain. Damn, I won't survive another hour in this state. I hear him sighing. He pulls me up gently and says, "Come on."

"Warrick, what are you doing?" I ask but he doesn't answer. He grabs my purse and starts pushing me gently with his hand on my lower back. I'm way too out of it to resist him right now. He takes us to the parking lot and to my car. "What the hell?" He takes my keys out of my purse, unlocks the car and opens the passenger door while silently ordering me to get in.

Once I'm in, he takes the driver seat and starts to drive. Fifteen minutes later, we're in front of my place.

He doesn't speak. Instead, he just gets out of the car. He walks to my side and opens my door, but I refuse to get out. "Catherine, come on. I don't have all day."

After a moment, I get out. I open my front door and he follows me inside. I let myself fall on the couch and don't even bother glancing at Warrick.

"Look, I don't know what has you so upset, and I'm not asking any explanations. But I know this much – you're in no condition to work right now. I advise you to get some rest. I'll tell Grissom you weren't feeling well."

"Whatever" I reply looking at the ceiling. I know that if I tell him anything it won't be good. I'm boiling right now. I have too many things to deal with.

"Hate me now if you want. Get some rest and when you feel better, I'll be here." he says before calling a cab.

Without saying anything to him, I decide to go to bed, leaving him alone in the living room. I'm way too pissed, too tired and too sick to talk to him right now. Besides, he has a spare key and can lock the door on his way out.

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I had a rather heavy restless sleep. The good thing with sleeping is that, at least for a while, you can shut out all of the bad things from your mind. For a while, I was able not to think about last night's revelation. Actually, when I woke up, I could have sworn it was nothing but a bad dream.

That was until I listened to my answering machine. There were two new messages from Sara in addition to the first one. I realized then, that it wasn't a bad dream – it was my shitty reality. Oh joy!

I still can't believe it – Sara and my sister. How did that happen?

I knew that Sara was seeing someone. That's what she said, in as many words, about a month ago. I pressed her about her personal life, but despite how close we'd grown in the last six months, she's still secretive about it. I think she doesn't like to share those things about herself. We talked a lot about our past experiences and all, but when it came to the present, she just said that she was actually seeing someone, that it was still new and that she wanted to keep it to herself for now. I didn't push the issue. Besides, I was finally friends with her so I wasn't about to ruin our friendship just to satisfy my curiosity.

Then there's also the fact that even if though we made a fresh start six months ago, we still have to build the 'bridge of trust' between us. We didn't have many opportunities for this in the past. Well, now that everything makes sense, I can say that she destroyed that bridge without so much as a second thought.

Fucking my sister…How could she do something like that? How?! And I didn't even see it coming. I bet they're laughing about my lack of observational skills right now. Ironic for a CSI, don't you think?

Now that I think about it, there were signs. None of them set off any alarms in my head. Nancy was always cautious with me. Most of the time she didn't want me to come over to her house. When I asked her questions about her going out, she would change the subject. And whenever I was talking about Sara – nice things for change – she would become almost silent and try to change the topic immediately.

I can't believe this is happening to me. I feel betrayed. I mean, the least Sara should have done was tell me. I'm no one to judge who she dates but, she's fucking my sister for goodness sake!! I mean, it's all about respect. You don't fuck your friend's sister behind her back. I'm not saying that had I known before I would have been ecstatic, but at least I wouldn't feel like they had made fun of me. I trusted her!

None of that matters now. Whatever friendship we were forging is over for good. How could I ever forgive her for something like this?

I'll make her pay for her betrayal. I want her to feel like I do. And right now I feel miserable. I feel like she spit in my face. I feel like our 'friendship' was nothing but a big joke. It probably was…

She's about to taste all my bitterness, because I've never been one to wait passively, hoping that things will eventually settle down. She messed with me – and she messed big time because she touched the only thing that was off limits – my family. And I sure as hell won't let her get away with it. She sowed the wind, she'll reap a bloody whirlwind!

Alright I know it was short but chapter 5 is near so...

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