Chapter 2
Warrick and a very grumpy Grissom walked into the CSI building to start the shift. They went on a search for Sara. They went to the brake room and found Catherine.
"Why the face?" she asked Grissom as she stuffed some salad into her mouth.
"Have you seen Sara?" he asked her.
"No," Catherine said, "I don't think she's here yet. Why?"
"She left the scene today," Warrick said.
"What do you mean?" Catherine asked.
"He means that she skipped, left, went home, without telling us why," Grissom said. Catherine sat back in her chair with a surprise look on her face
"Sara wouldn't do that," Catherine said quietly.
"She just did," Grissom said.
"Grissom, when she gets here, I'll talk to her," Catherine said.
"No, I will talk to her," Grissom said.
"Ha!" Catherine said, "Men!"
"What?" Warrick said, "why do you and Sara say that?"
"Because it's true," Catherine said.
"What is?" Grissom asked.
"It's a woman thing," Catherine said, "you wouldn't understand."
"You're right, I probably wouldn't," Grissom said.
"And that's why I should talk to her, as a girl I know that we open up better to other women than to men," Catherine said.
"She tells me many things," Grissom said.
"Not as many as she tells me," Catherine said, she walked over to Grissom, "when I see her, I will talk to her, than you can get on her back."
"Damn it Catherine," Grissom said.
"Don't you damn it Catherine me, Grissom. There is a thing called the bonds of sisterhood," Catherine said, she left the room.
"What?" Grissom asked.
"I don't know, I'm guessing it's something only women and girls understand," Warrick said.
"Damn," Grissom said.
"It's true," Warrick said.
"What?" Grissom asked.
"That women open up more to other women than to men," Warrick said.
Grissom shook his head.
Sara groggily opened her eyes. Her head hurt like hell. She rubbed her eyes and tried to lift her head. A jolt of pain shot through her neck. She quickly put her head back where it was, on the pillow. Pillow? Pillows were not outside, she had been. Well, she thought that she had been outside. Yes, she had, she remembered now. Taking blood of the wall with a swab. She was so tired, but she didn't want to go to sleep. Suddenly something cold was at her lips. She knew she shouldn't drink it, but she was so thirsty. The temptation finally took over. She let the moist, sweet substance enter her mouth and go down her throat. She finally fell back into a blissful unconsciousness.
Warrick and a very grumpy Grissom walked into the CSI building to start the shift. They went on a search for Sara. They went to the brake room and found Catherine.
"Why the face?" she asked Grissom as she stuffed some salad into her mouth.
"Have you seen Sara?" he asked her.
"No," Catherine said, "I don't think she's here yet. Why?"
"She left the scene today," Warrick said.
"What do you mean?" Catherine asked.
"He means that she skipped, left, went home, without telling us why," Grissom said. Catherine sat back in her chair with a surprise look on her face
"Sara wouldn't do that," Catherine said quietly.
"She just did," Grissom said.
"Grissom, when she gets here, I'll talk to her," Catherine said.
"No, I will talk to her," Grissom said.
"Ha!" Catherine said, "Men!"
"What?" Warrick said, "why do you and Sara say that?"
"Because it's true," Catherine said.
"What is?" Grissom asked.
"It's a woman thing," Catherine said, "you wouldn't understand."
"You're right, I probably wouldn't," Grissom said.
"And that's why I should talk to her, as a girl I know that we open up better to other women than to men," Catherine said.
"She tells me many things," Grissom said.
"Not as many as she tells me," Catherine said, she walked over to Grissom, "when I see her, I will talk to her, than you can get on her back."
"Damn it Catherine," Grissom said.
"Don't you damn it Catherine me, Grissom. There is a thing called the bonds of sisterhood," Catherine said, she left the room.
"What?" Grissom asked.
"I don't know, I'm guessing it's something only women and girls understand," Warrick said.
"Damn," Grissom said.
"It's true," Warrick said.
"What?" Grissom asked.
"That women open up more to other women than to men," Warrick said.
Grissom shook his head.
Sara groggily opened her eyes. Her head hurt like hell. She rubbed her eyes and tried to lift her head. A jolt of pain shot through her neck. She quickly put her head back where it was, on the pillow. Pillow? Pillows were not outside, she had been. Well, she thought that she had been outside. Yes, she had, she remembered now. Taking blood of the wall with a swab. She was so tired, but she didn't want to go to sleep. Suddenly something cold was at her lips. She knew she shouldn't drink it, but she was so thirsty. The temptation finally took over. She let the moist, sweet substance enter her mouth and go down her throat. She finally fell back into a blissful unconsciousness.