Title: Subtle Memories
Author: Amara Tenoh (TofuDog)
Archive: Ask me first.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to CBS and all other companies.
Rating: PG for mild femmeslash
Summary: Over the next few weeks, Catherine and Sara grew inseparable.
Where one went, the other was close behind. The sock incident had truly
shown Sara her real path in life. Yet, one day Sara had to stop and ask
herself what she was doing. She had begun to question all her morals.
Sara sipped on some of Greg's exotic and expensive coffee. She savoured the taste that was tickling her taste buds. The coffee's flavour was full and thick and the coffee's temperature was just cool enough not to burn. Catherine walked in the break room. She balked when she smelled the coffee. The aromas had wafted up to her nose. She with the coffee pot in her hand turned around to Sara.
"Is this Greg's coffee? She asked. The coffee in the pot swished around as she turned back around to pour herself a cup.
Sara replied, "Yeah it's Greg's. I'm so beat. I couldn't handle that sludge crap that we usually drink." Sara took another sip of coffee.
Catherine smirked and took a deep gulp of her coffee. She sat down next to Sara. The two women drank their coffee in silence, only exchanging quick smiles every once in a while.
Finally, Sara broke the silence. She spoke up, "What happened the night that I got drunk? What made everything change?"
"Well..." Catherine began to tell the story of the night that changed everything.
i Sara danced wildly on the floor of Catherine's house. She was bumping into everything that she came near. She bumped into Catherine. Catherine spilled her drink all over the floor. "Oh, I so sorry. What is your name again?" Sara slurred her words together.
"I'm Catherine. You know, you work with me. This is my house that you are in." Catherine yelled over the loud music.
"Huh? Whatever. I just want another drink." Sara yelled back. Her eyes were glassy with drunkenness. She danced across the room and ran in to Grissom. "Hi. Could you get me another drink? Nick." She yelled at Grissom.
Grissom had a wine glass in his hand and he handed it to Sara and yelled back, "I'm not Nick; I'm Grissom." He said. Sara downed the drink quickly and handed the glass back to Grissom. Grissom looked disgustedly at Sara. She was not like her normal self, and Grissom did not like that. Sara continued on her haphazard hunt for more alcohol. She ran into Greg.
"Hey, Greggy!" Sara yelled. She had finally gotten a name right. The first time all night. Sara stumbled into Greg's arms. Greg held her around the waist. He grinned. "What are you doing?" Sara yelled when she regained consciousness. She pulled Greg's arms off of her and collapsed on the floor.
Catherine ran over to Sara. "You are not driving home, girl." She whispered in Sara's ear. She had Nick take Sara to the couch and set her down. Catherine sat on the couch next to Sara and gently brushed the hair out of her sleeping face. She kissed her on the forehead when nobody was looking and rejoined the party. /i
Catherine finished up her story at the same time she finished her coffee. She ste her empty coffee cup on the table. Catherine stared Sara in the eyes. "I believe you left something at my house. I found it in the couch cushions."
"Yeah?" Sara asked. She thought for a second. "Nuh-huh." Sara said. "The only thing that I left was my sock."
"Yes..." Catherine dug her fingers into her pocket and pulled out a necklace. Sara took it in her hand and looked at it. It was a plain, but very expensive gold necklace that had 'Sara' engraved on it. Catherine took it from Sara's hands and reached her arms around Sara's neck to put it on. She fumbled with the clasp.
Grissom trotted by the break room. He dropped a leaf of paper in front of the door and bent down to pick it up. He glanced up and saw Catherine with her arms wrapped around Sara. Grissom stared at the pair of women in what looked like a very friendly embrace. Grissom was kneeling on the floor with his mouth wide open. He could not close it. He could not move. His legs could not leave the spot. He was glued on the sight of Sara and Catherine. Grissom watched as Catherine tilted Sara face up to her own and whispered something to her. Sara leaned in next to Catherine and kissed her gently on the lips. Grissom stood up and cleared his throat. The two women looked over at him. Catherine blushed and Sara stood up from her seat. She had to explain this to Grissom. She walked over to him, and a jumble of words flowed from her mouth. Her hand moved instinctively to the front of her necklace. Grissom saw some gold glinting before her arm moved.
"I don't need an explanation." Grissom said. He continued, "I saw it all. But, something has to be done about this. Not now. But, soon." He said. The moment between Sara and Grissom hung suspended from a thin string. One false move and the string would snap and the friendship would be over forever. Neither one dared to speak. The air was thick with emotions, but nobody could confront those confusing emotions. Grissom walked away from Sara. He walked own the hallway shaking his head. Grissom knew what had happened. He knew it all. Nothing had to be said for the seriousness of the situation to hit him. Sara has oppressed her natural feelings in front of Grissom and, now, he knew it all. He could feel Sara's pain, but he would not allow that to interfere with his work. Grissom had seen the hurt in Sara's eyes when she tried to explain it. He wanted to hold her and comfort her, but he knew the real feeling of the woman who he had once loved. He desire for her fled. Now, it was just Grissom, alone.
Sara sipped on some of Greg's exotic and expensive coffee. She savoured the taste that was tickling her taste buds. The coffee's flavour was full and thick and the coffee's temperature was just cool enough not to burn. Catherine walked in the break room. She balked when she smelled the coffee. The aromas had wafted up to her nose. She with the coffee pot in her hand turned around to Sara.
"Is this Greg's coffee? She asked. The coffee in the pot swished around as she turned back around to pour herself a cup.
Sara replied, "Yeah it's Greg's. I'm so beat. I couldn't handle that sludge crap that we usually drink." Sara took another sip of coffee.
Catherine smirked and took a deep gulp of her coffee. She sat down next to Sara. The two women drank their coffee in silence, only exchanging quick smiles every once in a while.
Finally, Sara broke the silence. She spoke up, "What happened the night that I got drunk? What made everything change?"
"Well..." Catherine began to tell the story of the night that changed everything.
i Sara danced wildly on the floor of Catherine's house. She was bumping into everything that she came near. She bumped into Catherine. Catherine spilled her drink all over the floor. "Oh, I so sorry. What is your name again?" Sara slurred her words together.
"I'm Catherine. You know, you work with me. This is my house that you are in." Catherine yelled over the loud music.
"Huh? Whatever. I just want another drink." Sara yelled back. Her eyes were glassy with drunkenness. She danced across the room and ran in to Grissom. "Hi. Could you get me another drink? Nick." She yelled at Grissom.
Grissom had a wine glass in his hand and he handed it to Sara and yelled back, "I'm not Nick; I'm Grissom." He said. Sara downed the drink quickly and handed the glass back to Grissom. Grissom looked disgustedly at Sara. She was not like her normal self, and Grissom did not like that. Sara continued on her haphazard hunt for more alcohol. She ran into Greg.
"Hey, Greggy!" Sara yelled. She had finally gotten a name right. The first time all night. Sara stumbled into Greg's arms. Greg held her around the waist. He grinned. "What are you doing?" Sara yelled when she regained consciousness. She pulled Greg's arms off of her and collapsed on the floor.
Catherine ran over to Sara. "You are not driving home, girl." She whispered in Sara's ear. She had Nick take Sara to the couch and set her down. Catherine sat on the couch next to Sara and gently brushed the hair out of her sleeping face. She kissed her on the forehead when nobody was looking and rejoined the party. /i
Catherine finished up her story at the same time she finished her coffee. She ste her empty coffee cup on the table. Catherine stared Sara in the eyes. "I believe you left something at my house. I found it in the couch cushions."
"Yeah?" Sara asked. She thought for a second. "Nuh-huh." Sara said. "The only thing that I left was my sock."
"Yes..." Catherine dug her fingers into her pocket and pulled out a necklace. Sara took it in her hand and looked at it. It was a plain, but very expensive gold necklace that had 'Sara' engraved on it. Catherine took it from Sara's hands and reached her arms around Sara's neck to put it on. She fumbled with the clasp.
Grissom trotted by the break room. He dropped a leaf of paper in front of the door and bent down to pick it up. He glanced up and saw Catherine with her arms wrapped around Sara. Grissom stared at the pair of women in what looked like a very friendly embrace. Grissom was kneeling on the floor with his mouth wide open. He could not close it. He could not move. His legs could not leave the spot. He was glued on the sight of Sara and Catherine. Grissom watched as Catherine tilted Sara face up to her own and whispered something to her. Sara leaned in next to Catherine and kissed her gently on the lips. Grissom stood up and cleared his throat. The two women looked over at him. Catherine blushed and Sara stood up from her seat. She had to explain this to Grissom. She walked over to him, and a jumble of words flowed from her mouth. Her hand moved instinctively to the front of her necklace. Grissom saw some gold glinting before her arm moved.
"I don't need an explanation." Grissom said. He continued, "I saw it all. But, something has to be done about this. Not now. But, soon." He said. The moment between Sara and Grissom hung suspended from a thin string. One false move and the string would snap and the friendship would be over forever. Neither one dared to speak. The air was thick with emotions, but nobody could confront those confusing emotions. Grissom walked away from Sara. He walked own the hallway shaking his head. Grissom knew what had happened. He knew it all. Nothing had to be said for the seriousness of the situation to hit him. Sara has oppressed her natural feelings in front of Grissom and, now, he knew it all. He could feel Sara's pain, but he would not allow that to interfere with his work. Grissom had seen the hurt in Sara's eyes when she tried to explain it. He wanted to hold her and comfort her, but he knew the real feeling of the woman who he had once loved. He desire for her fled. Now, it was just Grissom, alone.