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A/N: Spoilers for 'No More Bets'
Ch.2
Catherine took a breath, and made sure her eyes were dry before entering her home. All she wanted to do was give Lindsey a huge hug. She couldn't get the conversation she had with Sara out of her head. Sara was a mother? And, not only that, she had suffered the worst kind of loss Catherine could imagine. As she was about to enter, the door flew open causing her to jump.
"Hey, Catherine. Thought I heard your car." Warrick smiled down at her. "Tough case?"
"The worst." Catherine smiled, and looked past him at her daughter. "How was she?"
"Good! I had to watch the Parent Trap and Freaky Friday though. You owe me!"
"Deal. Thanks again." She gave him a hug as he left, and grinned at the sight of Lindsey playing her gameboy.
"Hi, Hon. Sorry I'm late again." She gave her daughter a big hug, causing them both to giggle. "What do you want for lunch?" Catherine knew she should drop Lindsey off at her sister's, and get some sleep before her date tonight. She just couldn't today. Besides, she'd just take a nap, and deal with being a little groggy.
"Pizza!" Lindsey knew her mom didn't have lunch with her very often.
"Pizza? For lunch?" She smiled at the vigorously nodding head of her daughter. "Ok, then. Pizza it is, but you're having something healthy for dinner." She laughed at the look that comment evoked. She hugged Lindsey again for good measure before getting a shower. It suddenly occurred to Catherine that Sara's little girl would have been the same age as Lindsey this year.
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Sara entered the locker room after the night's shift, and was relieved to find it empty. She rolled her eyes at a mess someone from day shift had left behind. She set her duffle bag down on the bench in front of the long row of lockers, and started picking things up.
"Geez, Sara. I'd leave that so Grissom sees it, if I were you. Let the Day guys catch some flack for once." Nick grinned from the doorway.
"Why's everybody have to sneak up on me this week?" Sara tried to sound humorous, but her mood was too far down. Sara yawned. She hadn't slept well the past week.
"Greg made a fresh pot of coffee. You see Warrick around?" Nick unlocked his locker, pulled an envelope from his bag, and jammed the bag inside before cramming it closed again.
"Nope. Haven't seen him. Is Grissom in yet?"
"I saw him earlier. I think Catherine was looking for him too."
Nick grinned as Sara's eyebrows shot up. He assumed it was a spot of jealousy as she made a hasty exit. Halfway down the hall, Sara realized she'd forgotten to leave her firearm and her ID in her locker. She noticed Nick slumped over a letter looking upset.
"Hey. Anything wrong?" Sara pulled her holster off her belt, and placed it in the locker.
Sara tied to keep her features calm and happy for Nick as she screamed inwardly. She could hear herself congratulating Nick. She thought she actually sounded genuinely happy for him, and on some level she was, but learning that Grissom recommended Nick over her stung. The fact that the position was surreptitiously cut didn't help. As Nick left the room, she suddenly realized she had to find Catherine before Catherine found Grissom.
"Hey! Catherine!" Sara caught sight of Catherine leaving the break room. She was dressed nice. Sara knew that Catherine had the night off.
"Sara. Hi. Have you seen Grissom? I need to talk to him." Catherine was glad to see that Sara seemed to be doing better.
"What about?"
Catherine didn't like Sara's tone one bit.
"It's about a case, Sara. Have you seen him or not?"
"I haven't seen him." Sara sighed. She felt bad for acting paranoid.
"Ok then. How ya feelin'?" She softened her tone. Sara wasn't going to magically change over night simply because she'd confided in her.
"I'm fine. Just. . .a lot of stuff going on. I was going to take a few days off, but now I can't. Do I give off bad vibes or something? I mean, everybody else gets away with murder practically, and I can't even get a damn recommendation! I get called in at all hours, then he complains that I have no life! Oh, but Grissom's character is above reproach! He's Mr.Perfect–My poop doesn't stink-Grissom!" She stopped, and looked up at Catherine, surprised that Catherine was still standing there, and that she had just ranted openly at work. "I gotta go. I'll tell Grissom you're looking for him if I find him first."
"Heaven help him if she does!" Catherine smirked to herself. She wanted so badly for those two to have a decent conversation. She was tired of acting as the occasional referee for the love-impaired duo. Grissom was her friend, but sometimes he infuriated her with his holier-than-thou attitude.
A/N: Spoilers for 'No More Bets'
Ch.2
Catherine took a breath, and made sure her eyes were dry before entering her home. All she wanted to do was give Lindsey a huge hug. She couldn't get the conversation she had with Sara out of her head. Sara was a mother? And, not only that, she had suffered the worst kind of loss Catherine could imagine. As she was about to enter, the door flew open causing her to jump.
"Hey, Catherine. Thought I heard your car." Warrick smiled down at her. "Tough case?"
"The worst." Catherine smiled, and looked past him at her daughter. "How was she?"
"Good! I had to watch the Parent Trap and Freaky Friday though. You owe me!"
"Deal. Thanks again." She gave him a hug as he left, and grinned at the sight of Lindsey playing her gameboy.
"Hi, Hon. Sorry I'm late again." She gave her daughter a big hug, causing them both to giggle. "What do you want for lunch?" Catherine knew she should drop Lindsey off at her sister's, and get some sleep before her date tonight. She just couldn't today. Besides, she'd just take a nap, and deal with being a little groggy.
"Pizza!" Lindsey knew her mom didn't have lunch with her very often.
"Pizza? For lunch?" She smiled at the vigorously nodding head of her daughter. "Ok, then. Pizza it is, but you're having something healthy for dinner." She laughed at the look that comment evoked. She hugged Lindsey again for good measure before getting a shower. It suddenly occurred to Catherine that Sara's little girl would have been the same age as Lindsey this year.
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Sara entered the locker room after the night's shift, and was relieved to find it empty. She rolled her eyes at a mess someone from day shift had left behind. She set her duffle bag down on the bench in front of the long row of lockers, and started picking things up.
"Geez, Sara. I'd leave that so Grissom sees it, if I were you. Let the Day guys catch some flack for once." Nick grinned from the doorway.
"Why's everybody have to sneak up on me this week?" Sara tried to sound humorous, but her mood was too far down. Sara yawned. She hadn't slept well the past week.
"Greg made a fresh pot of coffee. You see Warrick around?" Nick unlocked his locker, pulled an envelope from his bag, and jammed the bag inside before cramming it closed again.
"Nope. Haven't seen him. Is Grissom in yet?"
"I saw him earlier. I think Catherine was looking for him too."
Nick grinned as Sara's eyebrows shot up. He assumed it was a spot of jealousy as she made a hasty exit. Halfway down the hall, Sara realized she'd forgotten to leave her firearm and her ID in her locker. She noticed Nick slumped over a letter looking upset.
"Hey. Anything wrong?" Sara pulled her holster off her belt, and placed it in the locker.
Sara tied to keep her features calm and happy for Nick as she screamed inwardly. She could hear herself congratulating Nick. She thought she actually sounded genuinely happy for him, and on some level she was, but learning that Grissom recommended Nick over her stung. The fact that the position was surreptitiously cut didn't help. As Nick left the room, she suddenly realized she had to find Catherine before Catherine found Grissom.
"Hey! Catherine!" Sara caught sight of Catherine leaving the break room. She was dressed nice. Sara knew that Catherine had the night off.
"Sara. Hi. Have you seen Grissom? I need to talk to him." Catherine was glad to see that Sara seemed to be doing better.
"What about?"
Catherine didn't like Sara's tone one bit.
"It's about a case, Sara. Have you seen him or not?"
"I haven't seen him." Sara sighed. She felt bad for acting paranoid.
"Ok then. How ya feelin'?" She softened her tone. Sara wasn't going to magically change over night simply because she'd confided in her.
"I'm fine. Just. . .a lot of stuff going on. I was going to take a few days off, but now I can't. Do I give off bad vibes or something? I mean, everybody else gets away with murder practically, and I can't even get a damn recommendation! I get called in at all hours, then he complains that I have no life! Oh, but Grissom's character is above reproach! He's Mr.Perfect–My poop doesn't stink-Grissom!" She stopped, and looked up at Catherine, surprised that Catherine was still standing there, and that she had just ranted openly at work. "I gotta go. I'll tell Grissom you're looking for him if I find him first."
"Heaven help him if she does!" Catherine smirked to herself. She wanted so badly for those two to have a decent conversation. She was tired of acting as the occasional referee for the love-impaired duo. Grissom was her friend, but sometimes he infuriated her with his holier-than-thou attitude.