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At the lab, Sara was sleeping peacefully when the rest of them arrived. She lay on the table, unaware that she had visitors.
"Hey Sara. You ready for work?" Warrick nudged her in the side. She was a very heavy sleeper, so she didn't wake up.
"Let her be," said Grissom, who was looking at her, expressionless.
"But shift starts in fifteen minutes," Nick pointed out.
"She needs her sleep. Let her rest."
"Okay, whatever you say Griss." Warrick got up and went to the coffee maker. "I'm going to make a fresh pot. Anyone want some?"
"Yeah," said Catherine who was sitting quietly surveying the scene. "I'll take some."
"Okay, Anyone else?" Warrick paused, waiting. "Okay. One for me and Cath then." He measured the water and started to make the coffee.
They all did their normal thing before shift, which was mostly sitting and talking. They talked about things that really were meaningless, and they avoided the subject of Sara. Finally, shift had started and they were all going on their assignments.
"Warrick, Nick, you both get to continue the Thrailkill case."
"I like the idea that he guy who gets killed has a name like 'Thrailkill'. It fits perfectly."
"Shut up and get to work, Nick. Catherine, you're with me tonight on a new case. Let's go. We have to be there soon. Brass said ASAP."
They got up and exited the building. They made light talk, and they got in the car, Catherine driving. She pulled out of the lot and onto the main road. She was thinking something was wrong, and she voiced it.
"Grissom. What's up with Sara?" Catherine asked him.
"I have no idea," Grissom replied.
"Bullshit. Yes you do. Spill." Catherine Glanced at Grissom to see his guilty expression.
"Well," he started and looked for the right words, "I really don't know how to tell you. Sara, well, when we got up this morning, umm." Grissom was at a loss for words. "Well, she broke up with me." He finally stammered. His voice was full of pain.
"Really?" Catherine gaped. "Oh my God! I feel so awful!"
"Well, Sara thinks that I don't love her and." It all came pouring out from Grissom. Everything. "Lady Heather is my real object of affection and all this shit. I love her, Catherine, I really do. She went on and bitched about all of this stuff and she said that I didn't love her and she's leaving. I mean, I'm a guy. I look at other women. Sara doesn't get that. I really didn't mean anything by it. Heather was just, well, I don't know what I saw in her." He sighed. He felt a little better and at least Catherine might be able to help him. After all, she was a woman.
"Whoa."
"You're telling me."
"Well, just stay low for awhile. I'll talk to Sara for you. She was just freaking out."
"She moved all of her stuff out of my house, Catherine."
"Ooh. This is serious. I really don't know what to say."
"Catherine, look." Grissom pulled Sara's ring out of his pocket. It sparkled in the moonlight. He showed it to Catherine.
"She gave it back to you?!" Catherine said in surprise as she looked at the ring.
"Yes. It's eating me up inside. Catherine, I really don't know what to do." Grissom was desperate.
"I'll work on it," Catherine promised. She pulled into the driveway of a house that had many police cars already there and bright yellow crime scene tape around it. "We're here."
As Grissom got out he said to Catherine in a somewhat muted voice, "Please don't tell anyone. I really don't want anyone to know. Not very many people knew we were engaged, and they really don't need to know the whole story."
"I wasn't planning to. But I'll definitely talk to Sara." She picked up her kit and started to walk towards the house.
"Thanks." Grissom upped his tone, "So, This guy that got killed was male, Caucasian, 42 years of age. Neighbor called it in."
"Okay, so any word on how he was killed?"
"Not yet." Grissom and Catherine continued to walk and went inside where the sight of a man in a pool of blood greeted them
~*~*~*~*~*~
True to her word, when Catherine got back to the lab, she went and talked to Sara. She was still fast asleep on the break room table.
"Sara." She nudged her. "Time to get up."
Sara woke with a start. "Oh shit! How long have I been asleep, Catherine? Shift's probably started already!" She went to get up, but Catherine was in her way. "Please move. I really need to get to work."
Catherine pushed her back into the chair and sat down herself. "Look, Sara. I really don't know what to say. All I know is tat you really screwed up. Grissom loves you."
"Oh not this shit again. Look, Catherine," she said, "Heather is more important to him than me. It's over." When she said this, her eyes began to water and a single crystal tear leaked out.
"Bullshit. You still love him and you know it. You're crying. That tells it all right there."
"If I did, I couldn't go back to him." Another tear leaked out f her lovely brown eyes.
"Why do you say that?"
"I've caused too much trouble already. Grissom won't forgive me." More tears leaked out and then she began to cry full out.
Catherine gave her a hug. "Honey, you haven't even begun to understand that man. One doesn't live long enough to figure him out."
"You're full of shit. He'll never take me back, and besides, I don't want to go." She broke away from Catherine and looked at her with a red puffy face.
"Why don't you want to go back to him?" Catherine asked. "He wants you."
"Catherine Willows, you don't understand me and you never will. Just leave me be and stop interfering."
"Okay. It's your life to screw up," Cath said as she got up. "But remember, if you need to talk, I'm here." With this, she left the break room. She came back to Sara, "Oh yeah, you're working with Warrick and Nick."
"Thanks." Sara got up and went to find out where the two of them were. She didn't have to go far, as they were in the lab fooling around with Greg.
"Hi guys," she said as she approached them. "Anything new on the case?"
"Well, don't you look like hell," commented Greg when he saw her.
"Don't rub it in," she said gloomily.
"What happened?" asked Nick with way more compassion than Greg.
"I don't want to talk about it. Let's leave it at that."
"That's fine," Warrick replied. "We'll leave you alone."
The three of them worked through the night. Sara finally managed to catch Nick by himself.
"Can I borrow tour truck?" Sara asked Nick as the walked down the hall.
"Why? Does this have something to do with, well, you know."
"Yeah. I need to move my bed out of Grissom's," Sara said, with great pain.
"Oh. Really?" Nick asked. He was curious.
Sara nodded. "Do you think I would lie to you?"
"No. Point taken. Just out of curiosity, do you have somewhere to put your bed?"
"Yeah. At the storage place."
"The storage place." Nick repeated. He thought for a second. "You mean you don't have your own place, and you're not staying at Grissom's, so you don't have anywhere to spend the night?"
"You got it right on the dot." Sara sighed. "I don't know where I'm going to sleep tonight. The hotels are so damn expensive, but I guess I have no choice."
Nick thought for a minute. Yeah, he had a spare bedroom. "You can stay at my place tonight if you want."
"Really? That'd be great! Thanks Nick!" exclaimed Sara.
"No problem."
The rest of the night, Sara was happy for the most part. When shift was over, She took Nick's truck over to Grissom's and Nick drove her car home. He had offered to help her, but she declined. "I can do it," she said.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sara came to Nick's house about an hour after he got there. She had been here only once before for a Halloween party. Nick was already asleep. She let herself in with the key Nick had given her earlier, and she went to the spare bedroom. She carried a bag with the bare essentials she needed. It took her awhile to find them, but at least she had the boxes labeled.
She was done. She had gotten all of her stuff out of Grissom's. She was on her own again. This thought both comforted her and disturbed her as she went to get ready for bed.
To be continued.
At the lab, Sara was sleeping peacefully when the rest of them arrived. She lay on the table, unaware that she had visitors.
"Hey Sara. You ready for work?" Warrick nudged her in the side. She was a very heavy sleeper, so she didn't wake up.
"Let her be," said Grissom, who was looking at her, expressionless.
"But shift starts in fifteen minutes," Nick pointed out.
"She needs her sleep. Let her rest."
"Okay, whatever you say Griss." Warrick got up and went to the coffee maker. "I'm going to make a fresh pot. Anyone want some?"
"Yeah," said Catherine who was sitting quietly surveying the scene. "I'll take some."
"Okay, Anyone else?" Warrick paused, waiting. "Okay. One for me and Cath then." He measured the water and started to make the coffee.
They all did their normal thing before shift, which was mostly sitting and talking. They talked about things that really were meaningless, and they avoided the subject of Sara. Finally, shift had started and they were all going on their assignments.
"Warrick, Nick, you both get to continue the Thrailkill case."
"I like the idea that he guy who gets killed has a name like 'Thrailkill'. It fits perfectly."
"Shut up and get to work, Nick. Catherine, you're with me tonight on a new case. Let's go. We have to be there soon. Brass said ASAP."
They got up and exited the building. They made light talk, and they got in the car, Catherine driving. She pulled out of the lot and onto the main road. She was thinking something was wrong, and she voiced it.
"Grissom. What's up with Sara?" Catherine asked him.
"I have no idea," Grissom replied.
"Bullshit. Yes you do. Spill." Catherine Glanced at Grissom to see his guilty expression.
"Well," he started and looked for the right words, "I really don't know how to tell you. Sara, well, when we got up this morning, umm." Grissom was at a loss for words. "Well, she broke up with me." He finally stammered. His voice was full of pain.
"Really?" Catherine gaped. "Oh my God! I feel so awful!"
"Well, Sara thinks that I don't love her and." It all came pouring out from Grissom. Everything. "Lady Heather is my real object of affection and all this shit. I love her, Catherine, I really do. She went on and bitched about all of this stuff and she said that I didn't love her and she's leaving. I mean, I'm a guy. I look at other women. Sara doesn't get that. I really didn't mean anything by it. Heather was just, well, I don't know what I saw in her." He sighed. He felt a little better and at least Catherine might be able to help him. After all, she was a woman.
"Whoa."
"You're telling me."
"Well, just stay low for awhile. I'll talk to Sara for you. She was just freaking out."
"She moved all of her stuff out of my house, Catherine."
"Ooh. This is serious. I really don't know what to say."
"Catherine, look." Grissom pulled Sara's ring out of his pocket. It sparkled in the moonlight. He showed it to Catherine.
"She gave it back to you?!" Catherine said in surprise as she looked at the ring.
"Yes. It's eating me up inside. Catherine, I really don't know what to do." Grissom was desperate.
"I'll work on it," Catherine promised. She pulled into the driveway of a house that had many police cars already there and bright yellow crime scene tape around it. "We're here."
As Grissom got out he said to Catherine in a somewhat muted voice, "Please don't tell anyone. I really don't want anyone to know. Not very many people knew we were engaged, and they really don't need to know the whole story."
"I wasn't planning to. But I'll definitely talk to Sara." She picked up her kit and started to walk towards the house.
"Thanks." Grissom upped his tone, "So, This guy that got killed was male, Caucasian, 42 years of age. Neighbor called it in."
"Okay, so any word on how he was killed?"
"Not yet." Grissom and Catherine continued to walk and went inside where the sight of a man in a pool of blood greeted them
~*~*~*~*~*~
True to her word, when Catherine got back to the lab, she went and talked to Sara. She was still fast asleep on the break room table.
"Sara." She nudged her. "Time to get up."
Sara woke with a start. "Oh shit! How long have I been asleep, Catherine? Shift's probably started already!" She went to get up, but Catherine was in her way. "Please move. I really need to get to work."
Catherine pushed her back into the chair and sat down herself. "Look, Sara. I really don't know what to say. All I know is tat you really screwed up. Grissom loves you."
"Oh not this shit again. Look, Catherine," she said, "Heather is more important to him than me. It's over." When she said this, her eyes began to water and a single crystal tear leaked out.
"Bullshit. You still love him and you know it. You're crying. That tells it all right there."
"If I did, I couldn't go back to him." Another tear leaked out f her lovely brown eyes.
"Why do you say that?"
"I've caused too much trouble already. Grissom won't forgive me." More tears leaked out and then she began to cry full out.
Catherine gave her a hug. "Honey, you haven't even begun to understand that man. One doesn't live long enough to figure him out."
"You're full of shit. He'll never take me back, and besides, I don't want to go." She broke away from Catherine and looked at her with a red puffy face.
"Why don't you want to go back to him?" Catherine asked. "He wants you."
"Catherine Willows, you don't understand me and you never will. Just leave me be and stop interfering."
"Okay. It's your life to screw up," Cath said as she got up. "But remember, if you need to talk, I'm here." With this, she left the break room. She came back to Sara, "Oh yeah, you're working with Warrick and Nick."
"Thanks." Sara got up and went to find out where the two of them were. She didn't have to go far, as they were in the lab fooling around with Greg.
"Hi guys," she said as she approached them. "Anything new on the case?"
"Well, don't you look like hell," commented Greg when he saw her.
"Don't rub it in," she said gloomily.
"What happened?" asked Nick with way more compassion than Greg.
"I don't want to talk about it. Let's leave it at that."
"That's fine," Warrick replied. "We'll leave you alone."
The three of them worked through the night. Sara finally managed to catch Nick by himself.
"Can I borrow tour truck?" Sara asked Nick as the walked down the hall.
"Why? Does this have something to do with, well, you know."
"Yeah. I need to move my bed out of Grissom's," Sara said, with great pain.
"Oh. Really?" Nick asked. He was curious.
Sara nodded. "Do you think I would lie to you?"
"No. Point taken. Just out of curiosity, do you have somewhere to put your bed?"
"Yeah. At the storage place."
"The storage place." Nick repeated. He thought for a second. "You mean you don't have your own place, and you're not staying at Grissom's, so you don't have anywhere to spend the night?"
"You got it right on the dot." Sara sighed. "I don't know where I'm going to sleep tonight. The hotels are so damn expensive, but I guess I have no choice."
Nick thought for a minute. Yeah, he had a spare bedroom. "You can stay at my place tonight if you want."
"Really? That'd be great! Thanks Nick!" exclaimed Sara.
"No problem."
The rest of the night, Sara was happy for the most part. When shift was over, She took Nick's truck over to Grissom's and Nick drove her car home. He had offered to help her, but she declined. "I can do it," she said.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sara came to Nick's house about an hour after he got there. She had been here only once before for a Halloween party. Nick was already asleep. She let herself in with the key Nick had given her earlier, and she went to the spare bedroom. She carried a bag with the bare essentials she needed. It took her awhile to find them, but at least she had the boxes labeled.
She was done. She had gotten all of her stuff out of Grissom's. She was on her own again. This thought both comforted her and disturbed her as she went to get ready for bed.
To be continued.
