The remainder of the ride was silent until Catherine broke the eerie silence.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm half-conscious, but I'm okay, I guess."
Catherine and Sara both held their breaths as the car slowed to a stop. They were silent as they listened to the men getting out of the cars.
"DAMN!" came Roy's voice.
"What is it now?" this was Chase.
"My sleeve got stuck!"
"Damn it! Alright, come on you wuss!" They heard Chase walking around the car to Roy's side and he tugged.
"Man, you're going to ruin my shirt!"
"Idiot- think about it- you can buy another shirt for christ's sake!"
Roy continued whining as Chase sighed. "I'll be right back, I'm going to get my scissors."
Catherine and Sara chuckled as they heard Roy curse as he attempted to rip his shirt sleeve free before Chase came back. He finally returned and he cut the sleeve.
"Finally!"
"Don't you whine about this, you dick- I could've just left you here to rot!"
They started slowing punches at each other and Sara and Catherine just laughed- this was more entertaining than any case they could've been assigned to that day.
The truck opened and Catherine and Sara took a deep breath of fresh air. The guys pulled them out of the trunk and lead them over to the shed in the distance. It was still nighttime, they realized or early morning. They went into the shed- it was dark and murky. They were thrown onto the ground as the men disappeared and locked the door.
"So..." Catherine said. "At least we're not stuck in another trunk."
"Yeah..." Sara sighed. "You know, this whole thing is getting really old."
"Really? I think it's kind of interesting- I mean, these guys are complete screwballs."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Sara laughed. "I wonder how long we'll be here..."
"No idea."
Sara sighed again.
"So, what was it you were going to say?"
"What?"
"You were going to tell me more about yourself."
"Oh..." Sara thought for a minute. "Well...you really want to know?"
"Yes! Tell me already!"
Sara laughed a little before clearing her throat. "Well...I was born in Tamales Bay."
"And..." Catherine prompted.
"I lived with my mother, father, and older brother for a long time. Things were always alright- my mother and father were ex-hippies, and I didn't understand how they could just go to wild parties and have sex with complete strangers...but all-in-all things were okay."
"And?"
"One day I was playing hide and seek and I ran into my brother's room. I saw this bag and I thought it was dirt so I showed my mom- turns out it was this bag of weed. My brother got grounded for a year."
"I never really knew you had a brother."
"He's in rehab. I'm not too proud of him, I must say...he wasn't a great rolemodel."
Catherine listened to her as she continued.
"When I turned about...8-years-old, my mom and dad opened this old B & E. My dad started coming home later and later and my mom got angry."
Catherine nodded for her to continue.
"My dad got fired from his job. My mom waited for him to come home and when he did she yelled at him. He yelled and she yelled...it was crazy. They had never fought this loud before. Things soon got physical and my dad beat my mom."
Catherine's eyes widened- so that's why she was so emotional in domestic abuse cases...
"Things went on for a few more years the way they were...until one night when I was about 12."
Sara sighed, getting ready for what she was about to say.
"My mother stabbed my father to death."
Catherine gasped. Sara just nodded.
"Sara...I'm sorry..."
"It's okay, there's nothing you could of done. It's over."
"I'm sorry for everything I've done, I mean-"
"Catherine, really, it's fine."
Catherine sighed. Sara laughed.
"You know, Greg asked me out the other day."
Catherine smiled. She could tell Sara wanted to change the subject and she wasn't going to argue. "And?"
"I said yes."
"You did?"
"I had nothing else to do and Greg's always been there."
"So...?"
"We went out to dinner."
"And?"
"That was it. We talked a little and then he drove me home."
"Are things going to escalate from there?"
"I don't think so, I mean he's Greg...I don't mean that in a bad way, I just think Greg and I would be better off as friends."
"Ah..."
Sara yawned. "I'm tired."
Catherine smiled. "How are we going to sleep like this?"
Sara raised a brow. "We're two sharp women, we'll figure it out."
Catherine grinned. "Alright...lean to the right..."
They both leaned to their right and they fell over.
"Oof!"
"Okay, that didn't work," Catherine sighed.
They looked like they were doing yoga- somehow Catherine's leg had almost wrapped around Sara's abdomen and Sara's arm was wrapped around Catherine's neck.
"Don't choke me," Catherine squeaked.
Sara laughed. "I won't, just don't crush my ribs."
Catherine nodded. "Deal."
They managed to sit back up and panted for breath- it was an exhausting job having to maneuver in this way.
"Alright, let's try and rip the tape," Catherine said.
"Are you serious?" Sara said.
"Damn straight!"
"Um...okay."
"Alright, on three, pull away from me and I'll pull away from you. One..."
Sara gulped.
"Two..."
"Catherine, I-"
"Three!"
They pulled away from each other but the tape was strong.
"GOD!"
Sara was now laying on her stomach flat on the ground and Catherine landed on top of her back.
"Great idea," Sara mumbled.
"I'm sorry!"
"It's okay," Sara sighed. "Now...how do we fix this?"
Catherine shrugged. "My ideas have been crap. Got any ideas, Sidle?"
Sara grunted as she positioned herself into a more comfortable position. "Well..." she looked around. "Aha!"
"What?"
"There's a knife over there!"
"Sara, it's on the top shelf!"
"I know, but it's our only help. I'm sorry I don't appreciate someone lying on top of me for God knows how long."
Catheirne laughed. "I guess you're right...okay, so now what?"
"Just watch."
Sara grabbed a desk leg with her foot. "Okay...and now..."
She pushed the desk into the bookcase with the knife on it. The bookcase wobbled, but the knife didn't fall.
"Okay, one more time..." she said grabbing the desk with her leg and then shoving it back into the bookcase. The bookcase wobbled again and the knife fell over.
"You get it?"
"Yeah," Sara said triumphantly.
"Good, now let's get out of here."
"Damn."
"What?"
"You want a manicure?"
"Do I what?"
The 'knife' turned out to be a manicure set with a nail file and nail clippers.
"Great!" Catherine said putting her head down in defeat.
"You know what- this is actually hilarious," Sara said laughing.
Catherine considered this- she was right, it was.
"Alright, let's try and get some sleep," Sara said.
"With me laying on top of you?"
"We can't do anything else, I'll live."
Catherine sighed. "Alright..."
"Goodnight, Catherine."
"Goodnight Sara."
TBC