"11 bottles of beer on the wall..." Catherine mumbled, bored.
"Please don't talk abou t alcohol...you're taunting me."
"Sorry..."
Sara groaned. "Damn, I need a drink."
Catherine laughed.
"I'm not kidding."
Catherine nodded. "I know, I feel the same way."
The door was thrown open and in trutted the two stooges, both Catherine and Sara wondered if there would be a threesome soon.
"Hello, ladies. Comfy?" asked Chase.
"Not in particular," Sara said.
"Sorry 'bout that," Roy said. They cut the tape around them and they both seperated from each other, stretching the muscles that had grown stiff. Chase came back into the room with bags and bottles of water which he set in front of them. "We'll be back soon, eat while we're gone."
The left them alone and Catherine stared at Sara.
"We're being treated like gods," Sara said.
"Yeah, maybe I should try and be held hostage more often."
Sara giggled as she sighed. "I'm hungry, but how can we be sure the food and water isn't drugged?"
Catherine patted her shoulder shaking her head. "Sara, Sara, Sara...think about it- these guys are idiots. Do you truly think they would have drugged it?"
Sara smiled. "I suppose not."
Catherine nodded and dug into the bags. "Let's see...bread," she said throwing it out of the bag. Sara jumped for it, catching it.
"Chips."
Again, Sara lunged for it, catching it.
"Cookies."
She caught them again.
"Ham."
"STOP IT!" Sara finally said.
"Huh? Oh, yeah I suppose I could stop tossing everything around," she grinned. She sat down with a piece of bread in her hand and she was putting some ham on it. "Ham?"
"Vegetarian," she reminded. She grabbed a cracker. "I'll be fine."
Catherine shrugged and made herself a sandwich. "This is kind of like a party."
Sara smiled. "Now that you mention it, it is."
Catherine laid down sighing, the sandwich in her hand. Sara looked at her. Catherine turned to face her.
"When you were a kid, what did you do when you were sad?"
Sara blinked. "What?"
"What did you do when you were sad?"
"I...uh, I..." she choked on her words.
"I used to go to my mom and she would pick me up and hug me. She would tell me a story and eventually I would fall asleep," Catherine said.
Sara sat down indian-style.
"I...uh...I ran to my room and cried."
Catherine raised a brow.
"Eventually my mom would come knocking on my door and she would hug me and tell me a story until I fell asleep. When she wasn't home I would wish on the stars, but I soon figured out it was pointless."
Catherine sat up. This was painful territory for the brunette sitting across from her.
"When they would fight-- my mother and my father, I...I went into my closet and rocked myself back and forth."
Catherine sat upright now, facing Sara, all ears.
"You know...they say crazy people rock back and forth...it's a sign that you're insane."
"You're not insane, Sara. If anything, you're the most sane person I know."
Sara laughed a little, choking back the tears. "I was telling Grissom...at that mental hospital...it...brought back memories I tried to forget about," she said. "And after the episode in the nurse's station I wasn't so sure I could keep it all together...I was scared...I really was."
The tears were coming now. Catherine moved over to her and hugged her.
"When I went into foster care, I was always the odd ball. I was the girl whose father was stabbed to death and everyone thought I was a cold-blooded killer. My mother was the one who stabbed my father to death but I suffered for it."
Catherine pulled her away and stared at her. She wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Sara, listen to me."
Sara looked up at her through her tear-stained eyes.
"You are not insane. You are a beautiful, strong, independent woman, alright? It took a lot of guts to tell me what you just did and you're keeping it together fine. Don't make me set you straight, because I will and you know it."
Sara laughed a little as she dried her eyes. "Thanks, Cath."
"No problem."
"How do you do it, Cath?"
Catherine raised a brow. "Do what?"
"How do you always manage to put on a happy face every day despite all you've been through?"
"I have a life," Catherine stated simply. "A lot of crap's been thrown my way, but I just slapped myself in the face and said, 'Hey, you've got a life ahead of you and a daughter. You've been through hell but it's over now.'"
Sara nodded. "You're a great rolemodel for Lindsey."
Catherine smiled. "Aw, shucks, Sara."
They laughed as they munched on the little bits of food the two pathetic excuses for criminals had given them.
The door was thrown open again and this time three people walked through the door.
"Ladies, say hello to our cousin Jimmy."
Sara and Catherine looked at the new man before him- he had red hair and dark brown eyes. He was tall and he was a bit intimidating. He was chewing something and they soon realized it was tobacco.
"So what'd you two do?" he asked turning to Chase and Roy.
"We robbed a bar."
"You robbed a bar?"
"Yes, sir."
"A BAR?"
Sara and Catherine jumped.
"YOU IDIOTS ROBBED A BAR?"
They nodded their heads.
"WHO ROBS A BAR?"
Catherine and Sara looked at each other before jumping at his continued rant.
"YOU GUYS HAVE NEVER ROBBED A PLACE OR HELD ANYONE HOSTAGE BEFORE, HAVE YOU?"
The shook their heads.
"I DIDN'T THINK SO!" he yelled. He turned to Sara and Catherine.
He sighed. "Fine, I'll help you," he said walking over to them. Sara and Catherine gulped.
"First of all, you don't bring them a banquet," he said pointing to the food and beverages in front of them.
Chase and Roy gave him their full attention.
"Second of all," he said. "You don't EVER untie your hostages," he said. "THIRD of all, you don't let them make themselves at home!" he said walking over to them. "YOU GOT THAT?"
They nodded as he stormed out of the room. The two men put on tough faces as they walked back over to Catherine and Sara.
Catherine and Sara stared at each other and nodded in silent agreement. They stood up and Sara quickly jumped onto Chase's back. Catherine kicked Roy in the stomach before tackling him to the ground.
"GAH!" Chase yelled as Sara pulled at his hair.
"That's what you get for growing that hair!" Roy said before yelling out as Catherine punched him in the face.
"SHUT UP!" Chase yelled as Sara fell off of him but kicked him into a wall. Catherine got up and threw Roy into Chase and they stumbled over each other.
"Yes!" Catherine said cheering as she gave Sara a high-five.
"Now let's get the hell out of dodge," Sara said and Catherine and her ran out of the shed.
The car was gone and they were in the middle of the desert.
"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
TBC