Chapter 22
10:30 pm
Sara notices Catherine pacing a bit. The events of the past few days have everybody on edge, but expectedly Catherine is the worst.
"Hey Cath, can I get you anything?" Sara asks trying to distract Catherine.
"Huh? Oh, no. I'm fine. Thanks though." Catherine notices Sara's wince as she moves around the apartment and her hindered movements. "Why don't you go take a long hot soak in the tub?" She offered. "It will do wonders for your bruised ribs."
"Are you sure you'll be ok?" Sara asked.
"Sure. You'll just be in the next room. I'll be fine. Go on."
"Ok. If you need anything just holler. Here's the cordless. If you hear anything outside, call Grissom."
"Ok."
Sara retreats to her bathroom and draws a very hot bath. She places her cell phone on the sink and undresses, wincing at the pain as she lifts her arms above her head. Carefully getting in the tub, she slides down into the water, immersing her bruised ribs. Looking at the basket on the floor outside the tub, Sara grabs a container. "Apple blossom, huh?" she says as she adds the fragrant bath salts to her water. She sits back and soaks, feeling the tension and pain leave her body. She thinks back over what has taken place the last couple of days, Catherine being attacked, but mostly about Grissom and his revealing of emotions. She feels the butterflies in her stomach as she remembers the warmth of his chest as they fell asleep together on the couch. Her lips tingle at the memory of his kisses, warm, soft, deep, passionate. She begins to ponder what their future might be like when a noise from the living room gets her attention. She sits up in the tub, straining to hear what's going on in the other room. Growing increasingly concerned for her friend, she steps out of the tub and grabs her bath robe and wraps her head in a towel. As she reaches the door she hears voices outside and quickly grabs her cell phone and speed dials Grissom. Placing the phone on the sink, she quietly opens the door, chastising herself for not bringing her gun with her. Peeking out the door the somewhat quiet voices turn into loud yelling. "Eddie" she says to herself. Her mind races trying to figure out what she should do. "Physical confrontation is out" she thinks to herself holding her ribs. Mousing her way towards the living room, she spots Catherine backed against the wall. Catherine sees her, but Eddie is oblivious. His back remains turned to Sara. Sara reaches around the corner and picks up the fire place poker, not once taking her focus off Eddie. Sara enters the living room, poker in hand. Looking to Catherine for guidance, she detects a blurring motion in her peripheral vision. She turns to the blur but doesn't have time to react as the force of impact throws her up against the wall behind her. She sees the person behind the force just before passing out.
10:30 pm
Sara notices Catherine pacing a bit. The events of the past few days have everybody on edge, but expectedly Catherine is the worst.
"Hey Cath, can I get you anything?" Sara asks trying to distract Catherine.
"Huh? Oh, no. I'm fine. Thanks though." Catherine notices Sara's wince as she moves around the apartment and her hindered movements. "Why don't you go take a long hot soak in the tub?" She offered. "It will do wonders for your bruised ribs."
"Are you sure you'll be ok?" Sara asked.
"Sure. You'll just be in the next room. I'll be fine. Go on."
"Ok. If you need anything just holler. Here's the cordless. If you hear anything outside, call Grissom."
"Ok."
Sara retreats to her bathroom and draws a very hot bath. She places her cell phone on the sink and undresses, wincing at the pain as she lifts her arms above her head. Carefully getting in the tub, she slides down into the water, immersing her bruised ribs. Looking at the basket on the floor outside the tub, Sara grabs a container. "Apple blossom, huh?" she says as she adds the fragrant bath salts to her water. She sits back and soaks, feeling the tension and pain leave her body. She thinks back over what has taken place the last couple of days, Catherine being attacked, but mostly about Grissom and his revealing of emotions. She feels the butterflies in her stomach as she remembers the warmth of his chest as they fell asleep together on the couch. Her lips tingle at the memory of his kisses, warm, soft, deep, passionate. She begins to ponder what their future might be like when a noise from the living room gets her attention. She sits up in the tub, straining to hear what's going on in the other room. Growing increasingly concerned for her friend, she steps out of the tub and grabs her bath robe and wraps her head in a towel. As she reaches the door she hears voices outside and quickly grabs her cell phone and speed dials Grissom. Placing the phone on the sink, she quietly opens the door, chastising herself for not bringing her gun with her. Peeking out the door the somewhat quiet voices turn into loud yelling. "Eddie" she says to herself. Her mind races trying to figure out what she should do. "Physical confrontation is out" she thinks to herself holding her ribs. Mousing her way towards the living room, she spots Catherine backed against the wall. Catherine sees her, but Eddie is oblivious. His back remains turned to Sara. Sara reaches around the corner and picks up the fire place poker, not once taking her focus off Eddie. Sara enters the living room, poker in hand. Looking to Catherine for guidance, she detects a blurring motion in her peripheral vision. She turns to the blur but doesn't have time to react as the force of impact throws her up against the wall behind her. She sees the person behind the force just before passing out.
