There are the memories that make you smile. They are the memories of true friendship. These memories come when your friends help you out, even if you didn't want it. It is these memories that make you feel needed. They give you proof that people know and care that you exist.
I remember the hurt I felt from Hank. Along with that, I remember the comfort Catherine brought me when she offered a solace. She brought me out for drinks, and took my mind off things. She helped me with the pain in her own little way.
Brass was like this too. Whenever Grissom screwed up, he was always there. Always telling me that he would kick Grissom's ass for being such an idiot. It always made me smile, him offering a reprisal for what he did to me. It helped me in more ways than I could explain. He was the father I always wanted, but never had.
Sara rushed past Brass, telling him over her shoulder that she would be doing the perimeter.
"What's the hurry?" Brass questioned, when Sara past him without a simple hello.
Sara glanced behind her and took off again. Totally confused, Brass followed her gaze and stared straight at the problem. Grissom.
Grissom walked towards the crime scene. He took the mistake of passing Brass, first.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Brass demanded.
"What?"
"You assigning yourself to case with Sara, especially a domestic violence case."
"It was a…"
"Don't tell me it was a coincidence, I'm not an idiot. You know very well which cases you give to who."
"I thought I'd be able to talk to her."
"Are you losing your memory, or are you just stupid? I told you to leave her alone for awhile. What in the hell makes you think that she'd forgive you after the piece of shit you told her in the hospital?"
"I told her I was sorry."
"Sorry doesn't always cut it. And why in the world would you send her on a domestic violence case? Are you TRYING to betray her trust? She told you about her past, what makes you think that she told you so that you could stick her in a living nightmare?"
"Well, I figured that she' d open up and accept my apology more if she was in an unfavorable environment."
"You know, for a smart guy your kinda stupid. How long have you known Sara?"
"A number of years."
"And in those years, how many times has she totally lost it and opened up without you forcing her to?
"Well, if you count the time I went to her apartment and she…"
"That would be why she told you, you made her. You WENT TO HER APARTMENT. Grissom, especially now, she will not go to you if she's hurt. Now if I were you, I would leave her alone on this case, especially since she probably figures you put her here because you hate her."
"I don't hate her though."
"Then show it. Give her space, show her that you care. Go to her; don't make her come to you. And don't do things that will make me have to come and kick your ass."
Brass left Grissom standing there to ponder on what he had said. He entered the house to find Sara looking sadly at the body of a badly abused wife.
"Hey, I thought you were doing the perimeter."
"I finished."
"That was quick."
"I finished the rest of the house too."
"How? It's only been 15 minutes."
"I didn't need to do much. You don't need much evidence to see that the husband did it. He has blood all over his hands."
"You don't know that. You can't just assume that the husband committed the crime."
"He confessed too."
"When?" Brass was not following Sara. He hadn't even seen the husband, much less heard a confession from him.
"He called, check the answering machine."
Brass walked over to the answering machine that sat on the kitchen counter. He saw that there was a new message. He hit the play button and heard a male voice talking. He listened as the man confessed to the abuse and murder of his wife, and then heard a gunshot.
"He called earlier and I heard his voice while he left the message. We're basically done here, can you give me a lift back to the lab."
"Sure, I'll have another officer come by as Grissom finishes up."
"Thanks." Sara said, smiling. It was apparent that she was glad she was getting out of the house. But, there was something else. Something that was bothering her. Brass ignored it and drove her back to the lab. He didn't see her for the rest of the day. He heard that she clocked out early. Sara Sidle never clocked out early. He began to worry and headed to her apartment after shift.
A/N hey sorry I didn't upload any chapters yestersday. Modays are my worst day :P Review, It make the computer work faster, I swear.