A/N: You asked me to keep the nesting dolls fight and I did, but not in the way you expect it I guess... So enjoy the notorious (episode) Nesting Dolls.

Chapter 37

'Sara, you're mine tonight.' how I've longed to hear those words…too bad they're used in a completely professional context. I turn around to the sound of the voice and smile at Catherine but before I can say anything she's gone.

I head after her, I almost have to run to catch up. 'Whoa whoa, where's the fire?'

She stops and faces me 'No fire, a mold.'

'Does that have to mean anything to me, because I think I missed something…' I raise an eyebrow at her.

'Sorry, we found two bodies covered in tar. Grissom came in early to help me and in all his efforts to remove the bodies he destroyed a skull. I need you, Sara.' She says almost begging me.

'It's always nice to be needed.' I reply in a serious tone wearing a huge grin 'Now where do I find that piece of tar?'

She smiles at me, pleased that I want to help her 'I put everything already in one of the labs. Now get to work.' She's genuinely thrilled that we'll be working together for a whole shift and so am I.

Dreams do come true…

When I show Nick, Warrick and Catherine my creation they're in total awe. They walk in and take a seat at the table, Catherine chooses to sit next to me. We discus Doc Robbins findings and Hodges tells us what he discovered, namely that the body on the bottom was buried 5 years ago and Jane Doe top was buried 2 years ago. When I see the X-rays of her head with the surgical wire only one things goes through me, domestic abuse.

I had this great idea of going to the hospital and check all the women that came in with jaw fractures the last 2 or 3 years. Seeing all these broken faces was hard, it hit too close home. Literally home, it reminded me so much of my parents. It makes me nervous, so I rub my neck in a calming gesture but it doesn't really work. Lucky me, after a couple of files I find a picture that matches my mold. I found her.

I call Catherine and she is going to inform Brass, only a couple minutes later Catherine calls me to tell me we found her ex-husband and he is willingly coming in for 'questioning'. Well it's not a real interrogation, but the outcome is the same we get the information we want or nothing useful if he doesn't know about her whereabouts right before she died.

I made a terrible judgmental mistake, I should have let Catherine handle this on her own, since I was already a bit on edge thanks to the photos. But my need to be around Catherine won. When Mr. Melton, the husband, arrives with his new young Asian wife who is entirely obedient I'm enraged. I should have left, but my personal crusade against abusive men kept me where I was.

I berated the suspect which got us nowhere, my resentment for the man was perceptible in every fiber of my body. I almost told him flatly he abused his wives, I had no right and Catherine is clearly upset by my behavior. It got worse…while we were walking down the hallway we discussed it further. She was becoming angry, especially when I started to verbally attack her too. She only wanted to know why these cases get to me like they do, of course she expressed herself poorly adding fuel on the fire already burning high in me…

Instead of telling her we could talk about it afterwards, I accused her of flaunting her sexuality to get ahead. Not only did my words wound her awfully, they also earned me a week suspension. Ecklie of course had heard me and Catherine and he wanted to speak with me about it. I completely lost it when that pompous ass was telling me how I should behave in and out of the lab.

Going home was all I could do, I was fuming I didn't even care I could get fired for my stupid blowup. At that moment I didn't even think about Catherine's feelings, I knew she was hurting but selfish me wasn't going to do anything about it.

Now sitting at home with a beer in my hand listening to my stereo I beg to differ. I have been berating myself for the last two hours about how unprofessional I had conducted myself and about how I handled the situation with Catherine. A knock on my door ends my trip to memory lane, I stand up and walk to my door. I have absolutely no idea who's standing at the other side, so I look through my peephole…Grissom. This can't be good.

'Well if you're here, it can't be good.' I tell him flatly.

'Can I come in?'

I step aside so he can enter, I lift my beer bottle at him and smirk 'Want to ask me if I'm drunk?'

'We both know that's not your problem.' He steps more into the room so I have room enough to close my door.

Ecklie has asked him to fire me, I didn't expect any less of that jerk. Grissom wants an explanation first. I tell him I lost my temper, he wants to know why. I don't know what difference that'll make, seeing I'm already fired but Grissom doesn't give up so I use a couple of terms my counselor used but he's not impressed. He knows I only did that to dodge giving him a real clarification.

The longer he is standing there, the more nervous and agitated I get. I'm not ready to tell him why these cases make me act the way I did. Even if he's my best friend, I can't do that. I'm not comfortable telling anybody about my past, I never told anyone. The only person who knows anything about it learned it through my diary. I won't let Grissom read it, even Catherine hasn't read it. So why should he…

Breathing becomes harder with every passing word, he has to leave why doesn't he just get the fuck out of here. The concern in his eyes is making me small as a lost child. Hopeful he's the bringer of good things at last… I want to jump out of my window and I would have if I was sure I would have lived to tell about it, but I doubt that. Please leave it alone Grissom. He sees my inner turmoil, he knows I don't want to talk about this still he keeps staring at me. This is the first time Grissom doesn't back down, he came here with a mission and he won't leave until he has accomplished it.

'What do you want from me?' I ask him in a last effort to make everything go away by sheer willpower.

'I want to know why you're so angry?'

I can't keep this up… I have no choice, when I see the pained expression on his face I'm lost. He wants a reason to not fire me, well I'll give it to him. I walk over to my couch and plop down.

'You better sit down.' It's almost a command. I tell him in short terms how my life was, not all of it just enough to make him understand. I speak about it like processing a scene it makes it easier probably for the both of us. He supports me all the way through my narration then I break down and cry until I have no tears left. He just holds my hand, not pitying me but comforting me and thanking me silently.

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