A/N: My vacation doesn't end until Monday... and yes I have used all my free time to write. I've written a couple of chapters already, so I will be able to update on a regular basis for a while... But don't get your hopes up, I want more reviews. I NEED to know what you think about my story and/or my writing before I can continue. Call me evil... :-)
Chapter 28
'Hey Sara, you want to go grab a beer?' Nick asks me while he is putting on a different shirt.
'Yeah, it's been a while since we did something after shift.' Warrick joins in.
'I don't know, let me think…' I pretend to be thinking, but they know I'm only faking it. 'Okay, where?'
'Where what?' Catherine has just entered the locker room and looks at me expectantly.
'The boys asked me to grab a beer and I said it was okay, if you ask nicely maybe you can come too.' She gives me a playful slab on the arm, I just smile at her.
Nick and Warrick have noticed the change in our interaction, but so far they haven't commented on it. 'You want to come too, Cath?' Warrick asks.
'I guess I don't have plans now.' she says looking at me, for a moment I feel guilty it sounds like she already had plans with me. I mouth a sorry to her and she winks at me.
'That's settled then, let's go to that bar we went last time.' Greg apparently is also in.
We are sitting in a bar, the guys have had a couple of beers and are becoming slightly tipsy.
'Let's play a game…' Greg cheerfully states.
'Okay, but I get to pick the game.' Nick says. 'Let's do a confession game. Each of us have to tell something about their most embarrassing action in the last two months. Greg since you wanted to play it's only fair you start.'
Greg tells a story about asking a girl her number and being quite pleased with himself when he got it, only it turned out this girl was a prostitute. Then Nick and Warrick tell an embarrassing story, it is loads of fun. Catherine is sitting close to me and touching me every time she thinks it's safe.
'So Catherine, it's your turn.' Greg almost bounces up and down his chair, he looks so much like a kid sometimes.
'Well actually I need some time to think about one.'
The guys look at me expectantly, why I decide to tell them this I'm not sure but I do 'I asked Grissom out.' they all choke on their beers and their jaw drops to the floor.
'When…why…' Warrick asks after a couple of minutes.
'Right after the explosion, I convinced myself I needed to make him happy. Of course he turned me down and I am glad he did…' I look at Catherine who hasn't said a thing since I started to speak. She looks … it's hard to describe the expression on her face, I have a hard time reading it.
When she looks at me I see anger in her eyes, she looks beyond pissed 'Have you any idea what you have done?' she says in a hostile manner.
'Cath, it was nothing.'
'Don't Cath me! I don't think I want to hear it Sara.' With that she stands up and leaves the bar. I want to follow her but I know that will only make things worse.
Nick, Warrick and Greg just stare at me, I shrug my shoulders but remain silent. Then it hits me we drove to work together, so I will need a ride or a cab.
'Since Cath and I drove to work together, can I get a ride?' I try to sound nonchalantly but it's to no avail. Greg already knew about my relationship with Catherine but now Warrick and Nick know too. Otherwise Catherine wouldn't have been so mad at me.
'Sar, I'll drive you home. But I need to know something… are you and Cath…you know?' Warrick asks.
'Dating? Yeah, we started dating…' I trail off, immediately it hits me this whole thing started outside the hospital after the explosion the same day I asked Grissom out. Oh no, what have I done? I turn pale and Greg is starting to be anxious 'Sara don't tell me you started dating her the same day you asked Grissom out and please don't tell me you forgot to mention that to Catherine.'
I become even paler realizing just how stupid I have been. 'Yes and yes.'
'Sara I think you should talk to her, soon.'
'Thanks for your concern but I have to give her time, if I talk to her now we will only end up arguing and then everything will turn out worse.'
Warrick who was the most sober drove me home after we talked some more about how I should best handle this, the guys even promised to help me. When I enter my apartment it feels empty, I grab my cell phone and call Catherine but she doesn't answer hers I decide against leaving her a message, not really sure what I should say. I go to bed and have the worst sleep in weeks.
Told you there would be trouble, will they recover from this... Who knows, time will tell.
