Poison Revelations

Author: Uriel Falcon

Rating: M

Contains: Eventual CS, don't read if you don't like it. I don't need people describing how they hated it because of the couple. Thank you to all the reviewers, you're support is great! And a special thanks to MBInc, for being my Beta reader. Now, OBVIOUSLY I don't own (Don't Fear) The Reaper, by Blue Oyster Cult, so no suing.

VIOLENCE
NUDITY
SWEARING
COARSE LANGUAGE

As the women walked towards the door of the office, Greg walked by, waving goodbye to Catherine and Sara. Before they could finally reach the door, however, Grissom stopped them.

"I was wondering how things went today." He mentioned, observing the two women with unwavering eyes. Catherine shrugged, deciding to answer for them.

"As well as it could, considering the intensity and the violence involved in this case. We're both going home for a break, and Sara's going to try to fix my demented-demon-from-a-hell-basket-car. We'll be back by night shift, don't fret your crickets." Catherine laughed as Grissom simply raised his eyebrows. He walked away, repeating the phrase to himself in a questionable manner. Sara huffed a little laugh

"Don't fret your crickets? That's got to be a first." Sara stated aloud, walking towards her car. Catherine followed, smiling gently at the amusement that four simple words could cause. She sat in the passenger side, buckling up as Sara revved up the engine, the radio clicking on immediately. Catherine watched as Sara's eyes opened with excitement. Catherine raised her eyebrow.

"Something special about this song?" She asked, already seeing Sara's fingers tapping against the wheel as they drove down the highway. Sara shrugged, the smile unfading in the car.

"I've always loved this song, since I was a teen. It's a dark romance song. I'm surprised you don't know it. Don't Fear the Reaper, by Blue Oyster Cult. I'll burn you the CD one of these days." The name rung a bell for Catherine, and she began listening to the lyrics. Although, perhaps it wasn't the actual song she was listening to, but Sara's own quiet version that she was particularly attracted to.

All our times have come

Here but now they're gone

Seasons don't fear the reaper

Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain..we can be like they are

Come on baby...don't fear the reaper

Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper

We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper

Baby I'm your man...

Valentine is done

Here but now they're gone

Romeo and Juliet

Are together in eternity...Romeo and Juliet

40,000 men and women everyday...Like Romeo and Juliet

40,000 men and women everyday...Redefine happiness

Another 40,000 coming everyday...We can be like they are

Come on baby...don't fear the reaper

Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper

We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper

Baby I'm your man...

Love of two is one

Here but now they're gone

Came the last night of sadness

And it was clear she couldn't go on

Then the door was open and the wind appeared

The candles blew then disappeared

The curtains flew then he appeared...saying don't be afraid

Come on baby...and she had no fear

And she ran to him...then they started to fly

They looked backward and said goodbye...she had become like they are

She had taken his hand...she had become like they are

Come on baby...don't fear the reaper


Catherine felt a surge of electricity as she watched Sara's mouth form certain words. Baby, Don't fear, Don't be afraid, We'll be able to fly, Baby take my hand. Those words were now stuck in her mind, and would be for a while. By the time she realized she had been staring at Sara's lips, it was too late, and Sara had spotted her. Instead of reacting badly, however, Sara flashed her a sly grin. Catherine felt her face flush red, and turned to stare out the window, trying to get her body under control. She could hear Sara snickering to herself. What the hell is so funny?

"May I ask what is so entertaining to you?" Catherine asked, although her voice betrayed her seriousness, as it was still husky from thoughts that she really SHOULDN'T be thinking. She had to remind herself of that. Sara smiled.

"Don't worry about it, just a little personal thing I remembered. Hehehe..." Now this was awkward. Sara, did NOT, giggle. Ever. And Catherine was very sure of that. As she worked over the many possibilities in her head, she didn't even notice Sara catching quick glances at her from the corner of her eye. She shook the thoughts out of her head, and realized that they were approaching her house. Sara pulled into the driveway, shutting down the engine. Catherine pulled out her keys, and hit a button. The garage door slowly opened, revealing her car. Sara walked up to the garage, looking for a light. She found one on an inside panel, and clicked it on.

"Alright, let's see what we've got here..." Sara murmured, kneeling down beside the car. Catherine leaned against the car, folding her arms across her chest.

"I'm sorry I can't be of much help to you, I don't exactly know what's wrong..." Catherine spoke aloud, trying to distract herself from obsessing over being able to look down and see past Sara's collar bone. Sara thought for a second, then stood up, looking around. She spotted an old skateboard, and quickly grabbed it from the shelf. She used it as a slider, and was soon under the car. Catherine heard a few banging noises, along with a grunt of frustration.

"You okay?" Catherine called, grabbing an oil rag with her pinky finger. It was quite gross. Sara rolled out from underneath the car, a big oil splotch already on her face. Catherine couldn't help the silly grin burst out on her face, handing Sara the rag.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I know what's wrong, I think we're going to need a certain part, but I can fix it up to just before that." Sara stated, slipping back underneath the car. "You should go inside and get yourself a drink, this is going to take a while."

"Alright..." Catherine replied, heading off towards the door that led into her home. As she did, she began thinking of what she was feeling. She had no qualms about being attracted to her female colleague, she quite enjoyed the curvaceous hips of the lovely Sidle. She also enjoyed what she saw of her tight stomach and smooth looking skin. Catherine already knew that this woman was a tasty piece of eye candy. But what she didn't understand was the feeling that went along with the sexual attraction. Something was there, something much stronger than the urge of a one night stand. She believed it was love.

But like that would happen, considering that she was fairly sure that Sara was straight and probably had a thing for Grissom. There was also another factor: Sara was very uncomfortable with children, and there was no way that Catherine would give up Lindsey for love. The 14 year old girl was everything to her, though they were steadily growing apart. That was something that she did not want to happen. Even though these things were strong to dissuade her love, there was no way that Catherine could completely crush the feeling. And it was killing her.

Catherine let out a huge sigh and started making some coffee, whilst performing trivial acts of cleaning around the house. After the coffee was brewed, Catherine poured two cups, taking milk and two packets of sugar in her coffee. She pondered only for a moment as she remembered that Sara took three sugar and two milk in hers. That's a lot of sugar for somebody so thin... Geez, no wonder she can stay awake so long. Catherine picked up the cups and walked back into the garage, sipping her coffee and putting Sara's down on the work bench that Eddie had never claimed since the divorce. And he would never claim it, considering his death.

Sara hadn't noticed Catherine's entrance yet, her legs protruding out from under the car. Catherine could hear light humming, followed by a bang, a splashing noise and a loud curse. Then it hit her. Wait a minute... Eddie's case! She must be so angry with herself that she could never solve it... And I was so cruel to her even though she was trying her best... What have I done? Catherine's thoughts rang through her mind like the sound of a crystal being clinked with metal. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thought before she said something to Sara that would jeopardize her chance of making it up to the hardened CSI that was Sara Sidle.

"Hey, you okay under there, Sara?" Catherine called, hearing another swear ring through the garage. She heard a sturdy thud, followed by something cranking. Sara slid out from underneath the car, and Catherine couldn't help a grin to break out on her face. Sara had dirt and grease smudged across her face and hands, her hair tied back to keep the grease out of it.

"Yeah, I'm alright. I figured out what was wrong, but we're going to need a piece. I'm pretty sure I've got a spare at home, I could run it back here before shift tonight, it'll only take a few minutes to install it. Ah, coffee. Thank you, Catherine." Sara stood up, grabbing the cup and taking a tentative sip. When she found it was a fairly good temperature, she began gulping it down, relishing the thick liquid and the caffeine replenishing her weary mind.

"No, thank you for doing all of this. I really appreciate it. Would you like to come in for a drink or something?" Catherine asked, handing Sara another dirt rag. Sara wiped down her face, thinking it over.

"I'd love to, but I really should go and take a shower, clean up a little before shift. How 'bout I come pick you up and hour early? We could have a coffee before work, go finish this case, come back and install the new part. Deal?" Sara reasoned, wiping off her hands. Catherine nodded.

"Sounds great. See you then. Once again, thank you so much." Catherine walked Sara to her car, still sipping her coffee. Sara threw a smile her way.

"It's no problem. Bye for now." She called out, slumping into her car and rolling out of the driveway. Catherine watched as Sara left, lost in thought for a minute before she walked back into her home, a tiny smile of hope on her face.

Sara continued to drive to her apartment, thinking over the day and its strange events. She was ready to settle into her apartment after a long shower, and retain the rest she was deprived of the night before. No drinking tonight, she decided as she turned a corner. Sara hoped that they would find a break in the case, that she would be able to finish up Catherine's car, and that the coffee they had before shift would go smoothly without any questions about her life. Then again, the things she hoped for were always on the low end of occurrence.

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