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A/N: Spoilers? Yup! Mostly from Season 4's "Butterflied."
CH.2:
Sara placed her grocery bags on her counter. It had been another long night. She hadn't yet gotten used to being on 'vacation.' She wasn't sure she could call it that seeing as how it had been forced upon her by Grissom after her DUI incident. Today, however, she was going to try to make the best of it. She bought a nice selection of food to celebrate. After a shower, and some sleep, she was going to attempt a night of relaxation; a home-cooked dinner, and a visit to watch Warrick DJ. She swore she'd come watch him the next time he DJ'd. She hadn't expected him to hold her to it, but was pleased he thought of her. Nick was stopping into the club before shift along with Catherine so it would be almost like a pre-shift dinner on a normal day. Except for the fact that she'd be left alone once they went off to work. Warrick would still be there, but he'd be busy playing to a full house of dancing fools. Who knows. After enough liquor she might just dance along with them. As she had adamantly explained to Grissom, she didn't have a drinking problem. It had been a one time thing. A lapse of judgment. She even intended on taking a cab tonight just in case.
Sometimes she just needed a few beers to help her sleep. She refused to believe she was the only one on night shift that drank a few beers after work. And who was he to tell her how to live her life? He lost his rights to her after-hours life when he started treating her like his whipping boy at work. Sara felt her throat tightening at the thought of how far things had deteriorated between the two of them. The nicest he'd been to her had been when he drove her home from the station. Then he ruined it by demanding she take time off, and implying that she was an alcoholic. She didn't have a problem. Grissom was the one with the class 'A' case of denial. Sara thrust the carton of rice milk into her fridge roughly. Her temper was rising, and she had no intention of letting Grissom ruin her day. After everything was put away, she made her way to the shower, and then off to bed. Tonight she would unwind. She would show her colleagues and friends that she was fine.
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"She said she was coming." Nick grinned as he pulled a chair out for Catherine and then himself.
"I'll believe it when I see it. I hope she does though. What possessed her to take a vacation anyhow? Is she sick?" Catherine's curiosity was piqued.
"Whoa! Wait a sec! You didn't hear? I thought you were always the first to get all the lab gossip." Nick was grinning ear to ear at the prospect of having learned something so huge before Catherine.
"Spill it, Stokes! Before this club becomes our next crime scene." She kicked him under the table as the waitress came for their orders. "I'll have an iced tea with lemon."
"Coffee. Thanks." Nick smiled at the girl as she jotted the drinks down, blushing.
"I mean it, Nicky. Tell me or you die here and now." Catherine scooted closer so as not to miss a word in the loud club.
"OK. But don't get on her case over this. My buddy was on duty over at the station, and heard the whole thing. We were all drinking that night, and we all shouldn't have been driving, to be fair." Nick still felt guilty over the matter.
Catherine's eyes went wide.
"She got pulled over? Oh, man! How far over was she? Did they let her off?"
"She would've been canned if they hadn't. She was barely over, so they cut her loose. . .then they called Grissom. Apparently, he came and got her, then forced her to take some time off."
Catherine sat back, letting this information soak in. Wow. Grissom was in deep trouble with Sara. Catherine tried not to smirk. She didn't dislike Sara. She was glad that Sara was being made to take some time off though. The girl needed time away from the labs. She pondered what someone like Sara did to unwind.
"Hey, guys." Sara came up behind them, causing Catherine to jump. "Sorry." Sara laughed, and took a seat beside Nick.
"Glad you could make it, Sar." Nick patted her on the back, and motioned the waitress back over to take Sara's drink order.
"I'll have an electric lemonade." Sara grinned at the waitress's confused expression. "They'll know what it is." Sara assured her, as the girl walked away.
"So, how's vacation treating you, Sara?" Catherine leaned over the table to avoid yelling.
"Kind of boring so far. Hopefully, Warrick will make tonight more fun." Sara was actually feeling good.
"Yeah. We'll have to try to embarrass him. Either of you ever been a groupy?"
"Why are you looking at me for?" Catherine gave him a look of mock disgust. "Once in the eighties, but just for a few cities." She winked at him when he thought she was being serious.
Both Sara and Nick burst out laughing. Across the room, Vincent Lurie stands in the corner taking in the site of her. Her. This women. This Sara Sidle. It had been so simple to track her down from her license plates back to her home. He couldn't help himself. She was beautiful, and alive, and so close to him now. He glared at Nick for sitting beside her. Touching her back. He suddenly hated this man for being so close to her. Lurie leaned against the cold wall, studying Sara's features. So very like Debbie's. Yet the eyes seemed to lack the spark he remembered. This version was so much more subdued than Debbie. There seemed to be a serene calmness about Sara. Lurie was drawn to it. Yet he remained distant. Now was the wrong time.
A/N: Spoilers? Yup! Mostly from Season 4's "Butterflied."
CH.2:
Sara placed her grocery bags on her counter. It had been another long night. She hadn't yet gotten used to being on 'vacation.' She wasn't sure she could call it that seeing as how it had been forced upon her by Grissom after her DUI incident. Today, however, she was going to try to make the best of it. She bought a nice selection of food to celebrate. After a shower, and some sleep, she was going to attempt a night of relaxation; a home-cooked dinner, and a visit to watch Warrick DJ. She swore she'd come watch him the next time he DJ'd. She hadn't expected him to hold her to it, but was pleased he thought of her. Nick was stopping into the club before shift along with Catherine so it would be almost like a pre-shift dinner on a normal day. Except for the fact that she'd be left alone once they went off to work. Warrick would still be there, but he'd be busy playing to a full house of dancing fools. Who knows. After enough liquor she might just dance along with them. As she had adamantly explained to Grissom, she didn't have a drinking problem. It had been a one time thing. A lapse of judgment. She even intended on taking a cab tonight just in case.
Sometimes she just needed a few beers to help her sleep. She refused to believe she was the only one on night shift that drank a few beers after work. And who was he to tell her how to live her life? He lost his rights to her after-hours life when he started treating her like his whipping boy at work. Sara felt her throat tightening at the thought of how far things had deteriorated between the two of them. The nicest he'd been to her had been when he drove her home from the station. Then he ruined it by demanding she take time off, and implying that she was an alcoholic. She didn't have a problem. Grissom was the one with the class 'A' case of denial. Sara thrust the carton of rice milk into her fridge roughly. Her temper was rising, and she had no intention of letting Grissom ruin her day. After everything was put away, she made her way to the shower, and then off to bed. Tonight she would unwind. She would show her colleagues and friends that she was fine.
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"She said she was coming." Nick grinned as he pulled a chair out for Catherine and then himself.
"I'll believe it when I see it. I hope she does though. What possessed her to take a vacation anyhow? Is she sick?" Catherine's curiosity was piqued.
"Whoa! Wait a sec! You didn't hear? I thought you were always the first to get all the lab gossip." Nick was grinning ear to ear at the prospect of having learned something so huge before Catherine.
"Spill it, Stokes! Before this club becomes our next crime scene." She kicked him under the table as the waitress came for their orders. "I'll have an iced tea with lemon."
"Coffee. Thanks." Nick smiled at the girl as she jotted the drinks down, blushing.
"I mean it, Nicky. Tell me or you die here and now." Catherine scooted closer so as not to miss a word in the loud club.
"OK. But don't get on her case over this. My buddy was on duty over at the station, and heard the whole thing. We were all drinking that night, and we all shouldn't have been driving, to be fair." Nick still felt guilty over the matter.
Catherine's eyes went wide.
"She got pulled over? Oh, man! How far over was she? Did they let her off?"
"She would've been canned if they hadn't. She was barely over, so they cut her loose. . .then they called Grissom. Apparently, he came and got her, then forced her to take some time off."
Catherine sat back, letting this information soak in. Wow. Grissom was in deep trouble with Sara. Catherine tried not to smirk. She didn't dislike Sara. She was glad that Sara was being made to take some time off though. The girl needed time away from the labs. She pondered what someone like Sara did to unwind.
"Hey, guys." Sara came up behind them, causing Catherine to jump. "Sorry." Sara laughed, and took a seat beside Nick.
"Glad you could make it, Sar." Nick patted her on the back, and motioned the waitress back over to take Sara's drink order.
"I'll have an electric lemonade." Sara grinned at the waitress's confused expression. "They'll know what it is." Sara assured her, as the girl walked away.
"So, how's vacation treating you, Sara?" Catherine leaned over the table to avoid yelling.
"Kind of boring so far. Hopefully, Warrick will make tonight more fun." Sara was actually feeling good.
"Yeah. We'll have to try to embarrass him. Either of you ever been a groupy?"
"Why are you looking at me for?" Catherine gave him a look of mock disgust. "Once in the eighties, but just for a few cities." She winked at him when he thought she was being serious.
Both Sara and Nick burst out laughing. Across the room, Vincent Lurie stands in the corner taking in the site of her. Her. This women. This Sara Sidle. It had been so simple to track her down from her license plates back to her home. He couldn't help himself. She was beautiful, and alive, and so close to him now. He glared at Nick for sitting beside her. Touching her back. He suddenly hated this man for being so close to her. Lurie leaned against the cold wall, studying Sara's features. So very like Debbie's. Yet the eyes seemed to lack the spark he remembered. This version was so much more subdued than Debbie. There seemed to be a serene calmness about Sara. Lurie was drawn to it. Yet he remained distant. Now was the wrong time.