AN/ thankyou all so much for the eviews - as i have said, this is my first time writting CSI and the reviews help. Thanks

Part 2

"Grissom… I don't know what happened" Catherine explained in a hushed voice not far from where Sara was now sat on the road side. Her back rested against her own car – she still hadn't spoken, still hadn't given an excuse for the way she had acted. She couldn't…and now Grissom was on scene. Just arrived, and Sara was readying herself for a hell of an interrogation.

"Has she spoke to you?" Grissom asked.

Shaking her head, Catherine looked into the eyes of her boss and friend, "I'm worried. That really wasn't Sara back there…"

"Okay, I'm going to talk with her…you start processing…I'll call in Warrick to help. At least for now until we find out what's going on with her" He stopped a moment then looked back into the eyes of the woman before him, "something isn't right…I can feel it. Keep on your gaud" With this he headed over to the SUV where the woman was now trying to calm herself.

"Hey…Sara…" He couched at her side, and looked at her. This defiantly wasn't the Sara Sidle that they knew – she looked so lost, confused not her strong confident self. She couldn't look Gil in the eyes; she couldn't look at anyone right now. She really wasn't sure what the hell was going on…

"Sara, how are you feeling?" He moved his hand and placed it on her arm. She moved her head back resting it against the car behind her. "What happened?" He tried again.

"I…" She didn't know what to say, all she knew was that she may very well have just looked at her last scene as an active CSI.

"Okay look, I tell you what I'm going to do… get you back to the lab and we can talk there…"

Sara just looked to the floor, She looked away from him.

He stood, seeing her like this actually scared him a lot. He had known the woman a long time and seen her react to scenes in many different ways – this however wasn't one of them ways. She had got angry, she had got frustrated… she had blown up into an argument on many occasion but never had she before been so scared, hurt, so lost for words. He walked down to where Catherine was stood, now quite a distance from where he had left Sidle – "Catherine…"

"How's she doing?"

"not good…I've never seen her like this. It's like she's gone into shock or something…" He explained, "Hasn't been able to say a word." He looked away from her to the car, to the victims…

One, looked to be a little older than the other… he was unshaven, blond brown hair that fell over his lifeless features. Three shots to the chest…then, he looked to the other guy…brown hair, close cut … his once white t-shirt now red. Something had happened here to scare the shit out of one of his team and he wanted to know exactly what it is. "Brass and his men are up there…will you be okay till Warrick arrives"

"I'll be fine…take care of her Gris"

He nodded his head, "I need a written account of exactly what happened to be included in the write up of this…okay?"

"No problem." She nodded

"I'll see you back at the lab"

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She sat in the locker room, holding a coffee close to her – she was right about tonight…something was off…she knew something was wrong. But she never imagined that this was going to happen. She looked up to the clock, it was going on for one now…She had explained to Grissom the reason she had lost it, she had explained as best she could. As much as she understood herself anyway, this was one image that Sara would never rid from her mind.

Standing up she headed over to her locker and pulled it open, taking from it her gun she put it into her holster. She hated the way she was feeling right now – so vulnerable. She felt like a small child stood in the centre of a dark room with the millions of demons and all the evil that a mind of a child can create, all around her and she had no way out. The door was locked. Slamming the locker door a new phase of tonight's pain was surfacing…she had been in shock, she had cried uncontrollably, she had hated herself…now she had so much anger boiling inside her. She needed a release…

As the image flashed over and over in her mind, she lashed out at the locker in front of her; her fists crashing against the crunching metal. Once, then again, then a third time before she kicked it – her boot hitting and forcing it to crumple, much like her heart had earlier that night. She refused to cry again, she refused too. She took deep breaths to steady herself then headed out of the locker room –

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"No ID's on the bodies – john Doe – both. Someone out there knows these guys…someone out there wanted them dead"

Catherine sat in Sara's SUV, he mind running over everything that had happened that night, she was sat thinking of the way that Sara was effected, the only possible explanation flashed threw her thoughts, why hadn't she thought of this earlier. She didn't know what she'd thought really… I mean, Sara wasn't afraid of death, or blood and had never, that she had witnessed ever been affected like that at a scene. She turned to Warrick who was sat in the drives seat; "Sara" Was all she said.

"Sara, Sara what?" He asked.

"She knows them… it's the only explanation…Oh shit. I told her…" she gritted her teeth and growled. It was no secrete that the relationship between the two female CSI's sometimes met a rocky patch where their friend ship and often the professionalism was sometimes reasoned but something…which none of the others including Grissom had happened a round a month and a half ago to strengthen it all when they were on a call out. And Catherine and Sara, still having their arguments on the odd occasion, had a very strong bond now.

"What d'ya tell her?"

"Not to tell me about her god damn feelings, about her feeling there wasn't going to be an after shift any time soon. Get a coffee Warrick cause we are going to be pulling a double and the brunet knows it"

He groaned, and also had been at the end, on many occasion of Sara's instinct knowing that it usually did lead to double if not triple shirt, "Well we have done all we can here so…when the bodies get back to the lab we'll see what we find…when will the car get there"

"The tow truck is on its way" Catherine explained.

"Brass's lot staying around till then" He wanted to make sure that nothing got disturbed on scene.

"Yeah" Catherine told him, though she was pre occupied with worry for her friend.

"Back to the lab it is then"

TBC - thanlks for reading.