Rating: NC-17 for language (especially in later chapters)
Author's Note: This chapter will be longer than the other 2. I'm going to glue myself to the computer if I have to. Feel free to review.
Saints and Angels
Chapter 3
Sara's eyes met Catherine's, and in an act of desperation, Sara chose to keep fighting. Her heel made contact with her attacker's foot, and her gun was drawn before he had a chance to recuperate.
"Drop your gun! Now!" she yelled, almost completely out of breath.
Catherine swept her gun off the ground and stepped in next to Sara.
"Put your gun down now!"
As Sara stood, gun drawn, she wondered where the officers were. Where was the back up? The pain from her shoulder was blinding. She closed her eyes, trying to gain her composure.
She heard footsteps behind them, and turned swiftly. 'Backup, finally!' she thought, lowering her gun.
It was the last thing she thought, before another man, with a much larger gun came towards them.
"Well, it seems like we have a situation her, doesn't it?
"Drop your gun!" Sara yelled at the second attacker.
"Lady, we don't want to hurt you . Just get in the fucking truck."
"We aren't going anywhere. Drop your gun. This isn't worth it," Catherine said, her voice much softer, filled with absolute fear.
"Fuck you lady! We call the shots, if you didn't already know. Get into the god damned truck. We aren't asking."
"Listen-" Catherine started.
"Catherine," Sara cut her words off, closing her eyes, the pain getting worst. "Will you shut the fuck up, please. You're only making this worst!"
Sara looked directly at the second attacker. "She doesn't ever shut her mouth."
Catherine couldn't turn to look at Sara, but she thought about taking the risk, just to slap the shit out of her partner.
"Sara-"
"Will you SHUT UP? For fuck's sake, Catherine-"
"Both of you, shut up. Get in the truck," the first guy said. He was obviously losing his temper.
"I'll tell you what," Sara said, her voice lowering an octave, "just leave her here. What do you need her for? She's just a rookie CSI-"
"You fucking idiot," Catherine spat out, starting to realize what Sara was trying to do. Both men were closing in on them, slowly but surely.
"You want a bargaining tool?" Sara asked.
"Bitch, I don't need-"
"You're going to attack two female officers-"
"And kill three cops-" the second guy threw in, earning a dirty glance from his partner.
"Okay….and kill three police officers, and you don't think you need a bargaining tool?"
"Maybe you should listen to her, Tate."
"Mike, will you shut up?" Tate yelled. "Both of you , get in the fucking truck! NOW!" He all but screamed, while throwing the back door open, motioning them to get in with his gun. "NOW!"
Sara bit back a sob when Tate grabbed her arm to push her forward. She jerked her arm out of his grasp.
"Well, well, well," Tate said mockingly. "Are you hurt, sweet thing?" He pulled on her vest, separating it from her shoulder. Her lavender shirt was soaked with blood. "It looks like your aim is improving, Mike."
"Take your hands off of her or I'll drop you where you stand." Catherine spat out, trying to place herself between Sara and Tate. She earned a concerned look from Sara.
"You two are like fire and ice. One minute you hate each other, the next you don't. Nice try trying to talk us into leaving your girlfriend behind," Tate said, laughing as he pushed Sara even harder towards the truck.
"Get in."
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Grissom sat quietly with his head resting in his hands. The meeting with Ecklie had gone better than expected. He was waiting for the sheriff up.
"What do you want us to do, Gris?" Warrick asked, not really knowing what to say.
"We wait. That's all we can do," Grissom replied, taking a long look at the younger CSI.
His eyes mirrored his own- fear, indecision, love even. Grissom knew that Warrick was just as worried about Catherine, as he was about Sara. He wondered if he was even thinking about Tina now.
"Wait, Grissom? Are you kidding me, man? That's Sara and Catherine out there! Our friends…not just our coworkers."
"Our hands are tied right now, Nicky. We just have to wait."
"For what? For the sheriff to tell us that they won't do anything? I know the lab's policy, Gris. It was spelled out nice and clear when it was me in that box-"
"DON'T." Grissom said calmly. "We don't know if this is even the same situation. Don't assume-"
"Assume what? Just remember what Ecklie said. They didn't find Catherine's blood at the scene- it was Sara's. Think about that for a while," Nick said, getting up and leaving his office.
"Grissom, he's upset. I'm sure he's probably having flashbacks-"
"It's okay, Rick. You don't have to stick up for him. He and Sara are close-"
"I don't think this is about that."
"Then what is it about?"
"If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you. Page me when you hear anything."
For the second time in one day, Grissom sat alone, wondering what to say.