A/N: Sorry about the not-so-quick updates. I got my internet taken away for a few days (boo hoo), but I totally deserved it. Anyhow, I'm allowed to type up the stories on my computer, and then upload them using my step-mom's laptop. However, I am not allowed to go on email, so I'm sorry if I don't read your stories as soon as you publish them. I will catch up on everything by Friday, I promise! I might even have a new chapter then ;).

x-sara-x: Thank you!

Neutrina: OMG, I looooove your stories! Thanks for reading mine!

Emu444: Yea, go Sara!

Firestorm13: Oh, she will, she will...

Again, Ecklie is not me, and what he says/thinks it nothing like me, and again, I am mad at him for this.

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Sara walked into the room. She didn't just walk, she walked with a purpose. Almost a stride. She looked at Ecklie, just looked at him with her cold stare. Ecklie matched it, throwing his glove at her, challenging her to challenge him. She picked up the glove, saying,

"Why did you hurt Catherine?" Sara attacked.

"Because she hurt me. So did you." A parry.

"How?" Sara's sword was down for a minute.

Ecklie attacked. "By being fags. You are tainting the earth, it needs to be perfect." A hit. Not fatal, but not harmless either. Her sword was up again after that. She thrust a full attack,

"Homophobic, are you? Can't stand the fact that two of your co-workers are what you hate? Well, if you leave us alone, we will leave you be in your 'perfect' little space." Attack after attack hit Ecklie. He parried, then attacked again.

"It's not perfect anymore now that you came in! You dirty everywhere you walk! You stupid ­–censored- lezbo!" Attack, parry, attack, parry. Ecklie drew first blood. "I bet that's why we don't know anything about you, because you go slutting off with your girlfriends!" Sara recovered quickly.

"Why are you telling me about yourself?" That stopped Ecklie cold. Sara's rage was building up inside her, scattering in all directions. She managed to keep one thing clear in her mind: Ecklie hurt Catherine. Therefore, Ecklie needed to pay for it. She picked up her sword one last time, and hit him hard.

"I wonder what people will think of you when you fire your two best CSI's because they are gay. I don't think they'll think too highly of you."

A/N: I dunno why, but I just felt like making a fencing analogy. No, they didn't actually have gloves and/or swords, though it would be kind of cool if they did.

No, I don't know if "slutting" is a real word, but you get the picture.