Rating:M for language (Mostly later chapters)
Chapter 2
The ride to the scene was tense. Both Catherine and Sara were at a loss for words, but they both wondered if they should say something.
"Catherine-"
"Sara, lets not do this. We have a job to do. Lets just be civil and get it done, okay?"
"Okay," Sara said quickly. Too quickly. She felt a headache coming on. It was taking every bit of strength she had not to rip Catherine's head off.
Grissom had asked them to do their job, Sara thought. She wondered if there would ever be a time when he wouldn't feel the need to tell HOW to do her job- if he would ever stop thinking of her as a student. She smiled to herself, already knowing the answers to her questions.
Catherine took a long glance at Sara. Everybody- including Sara- believed that she didn't like her. They were wrong. She just hated being stuck in the middle of the on-going battle between she and Grissom. She hated the way he acted towards her, and had told him on more than one occasion. Grissom was Grissom, though, and kept his mouth shut. She wanted to slap him silly sometimes.
Sara took a breath of relief when they finally arrived at the scene. There were two marked police cars already there, but no officers in sight.
Catherine was still sitting in the driver's seat when Sara got out to get her kit. She followed suit after taking a few deep breaths, and watching Sara walk towards the house.
As Catherine was digging through the back of the Tahoe for her flashlight and spare gloves, she heard Sara running towards her.
"Catherine! Move! Move!"
Before she even knew what hit her, Sara had her hands on her, pushing her to the left, around the side of the truck.
"Sara, what the hell are you doing? Get your damn hands-"
"SSHH!" Sara whispered. She was out of breath, and all but laying on top of her.
"Sara? What are you doing!"
"Two men-"
Her words were cut short when a man came around the side of the truck. He was gripping his left shoulder, but there was a gun in his hand. His shirt was stained with blood.
"Get up."
Sara glanced down at Catherine, who was still laying beneath her on the street, almost pinned to the truck, before standing up slowly. She tried to measure up the man before her. He had a hurt shoulder, but so did she. She wasn't sure if she could take him or not.
"Listen-"
"No, bitch, you listen. Put your guns on the ground."
"Okay, okay," Catherine said in a shaky voice, reaching for her gun.
Sara resisted. She knew if they didn't put up a fight now, their odds of getting hurt, or even killed, would greatly increase. She advanced on him, without another thought, but she didn't move fast enough.
She bit back a scream as he pinned her against him, the gun to her head now. Her shoulder was on fire, and she could feel streams of blood running down her arm now. She had made a big mistake.