Deafening Silence
Hi Folks! I was going through my archive, and realised I really ought to finish a story or two. I've read, and reread this about 3 times now, and there are certain bits I'm not happy with. It's not always very clear in places (although this is the reflection of Sara's state of mind, and mine, to a point, back in 2011 when I first wrote this out.)
I'm going to repost all chapters, but with a few edits and, hopefully, improvements here and there. I hope none of this content offends anyone. Please remember I first wrote this when I was 20/21, and going through a confusing time and being bullied. As with most of my stories, it contains femmslash, of sorts.
Hope you enjoy it. Let me know. Emz
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As the day went by the caseload lessened, the expert team of Vegas CSI tying up loose ends, finger printing evidence and processing scenes, another normal night within the chaos of a city riddled with gambling, deceit, crime and broken dreams.
They say anything is possible, but in Vegas most people come out doomed.
Something Sara was only too aware of. Her life had never been peaceful, or easy, and life before Vegas had been particularly slow and monotonous for her, the same things every day, week in week out. Heartbreak and sleepless nights followed the brunette wherever she went, memories of a troubled childhood and awkward university years. Drunken nights that had turned into drunken weeks, lust that had turned her obsessive. A neatness that put her in hospital.
And Vegas.
And Vegas, that had given her sanity. Sanity where she could go crazy and be hidden by crime. A quietness that deafened her, unnatural and loud.
Loudness so rich, and over bearing that it made her feel calm. Peaceful. A fingerprint here, a finger print there, no fingerprints, hand marks, or bruises on her body anymore.
Confusion swept throughout her wherever she was, but here in Vegas, where she had focus, love, a job and distractions, Sara had allowed herself to grow. No longer tied to the past in every decision that she made, the tall slim brunette had blossomed, and grown to love herself, her work, her friends. The friends that made her smile, and feel valued. Sara wished that the world could be as peaceful as she now mostly felt, that the necessity of her job didn't exist. That the role of a criminalist didn't have to be real.
The victims got to her, and the bad folk felt her wrath. The judges sat in awe of her, and juries connected.
Sara had come to Vegas and broken everyone, an achievement she was all too aware of. No one messed with Sara. Almost no one.
It had been tough coming to the new city, settling in, being the new girl within an established team when she had come to interfere, and at the request of her friend, mentor, and now boss, Gilbert Grissom. Sparks flew. Hot and dangerous, cold and icy, mixed words, emotions.
A lust and desire, for him? Or to be him? She had never figured it out.
Sparks between the hardened Warrick Brown, Gambler and hard-working CSI. Everywhere in life that CSI Sara Sidle turned, she caused…upset.
The years passed, and the team had grown to love her, and Sara herself. Some, more than others. A past of broken fragments could now lay forgotten, to only be visited when Sara gave her mind permission to fall back through time. The drinking, anger, compulsiveness had lessened. Mostly.
Peace.
Peace and a confused pride, for who she was, what she was, and how far she was brave enough to go. Nights trapped within the dessert, under the car, walking, with bees, in water. In her mind. Hard cases for her damaged hardened heart. Clashes with her senior female co-worker. More drink, drink to distract herself from her confusion. Her wishful cheating, dreams...desires. Thoughts.
Restless nights alone, restless nights spent with the man who was supposed to make her forget everything.