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Chapter: 4
Catherine walked into Gil's office after shift ended. He was sitting behind his desk reading a file. She leaned against the door frame waiting for Gil to notice her.
"Hello, Catherine." He said without looking up.
"Nick told me what you did to Sara." She said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Gil looked up, "Why didn't Sara tell you?"
"Why would she?" Catherine asked as Gil's anger surfaced.
"Because I assigned her to your case. She did show up right?"
Catherine closed the door and sat down in fount of his desk.
"She went home."
Gil took off his glasses and threw them on the desk. "She was supposed to help with your case."
Catherine rolled her eyes. "What's with you and Sara? You've been acting like a total prick!"
Gil leaned back in his chair and started to rub his temples. Damn migraines.
"Is it because the Marlin case? The vic looked like Sara, so you treat her like shit! Now I now you guys have this...thing, but you never let it interfere with work."
"Catherine, this has nothing to do with the Marlin case." He said choosing to ignore what she said about their...'thing'.
"Bullshit." She said simply. "I was there, I saw the body, and hell, I don't even talk to Sara that much, but I do know that you were avoiding her."
"Catherine shifts over. Go home."
Catherine sighed, and then stood up and walked to the doorway mumbling something about men in general and he swore he heard 'assholes, all of them' in the rant.
Gil sighed and shook his head slightly. Women were a whole different species, he decided, and he doubted he would understand them.
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Catherine walked into the break room to find Warrick, Nick and Greg.
"Cath," Warrick said when he saw her, "I just called the officer for the warrant, we'll have it by next shift."
"Well, I guess you're going to have fun serving the warrant on your own..." Greg said.
Warrick turned to Catherine confused, "What is he going on about?"
Catherine turned to him with a sympathetic look in her eyes. "Sorry, but he's right. Greg and I were chosen to go to one of the public dinners with the mayor."
"You're kidding?" He said. "Isn't there any way you could get of it?"
"Believe me, I tried."
"Well, you can get someone to switch with you...I mean, you've gone to how many of these...four, was it?" Nick said, pushing off from the counter he was leaning against, and went to rinse out his coffee cup.
"Nick, do you wanna go?" Catherine said, hope shining through her eyes.
"Nick? Hell no, I'm not showing up with Nick as my date." Greg said.
Nick rolled his eyes, "Well, that's great to know, but I wasn't talking about me."
"Well, who else would...?" Warrick started, "Hell, you're not talking about Sara are you?" At Nick's nod, Warrick continued, "And just how would you get her to agree with this?"
"Well, If I know Sara and I saw that argument...She's on her couch right now, a beer in hand, and watching some kind of man hater or really sad and upsetting movie."
Greg's eyes lit up. "Cath, I have to agree with Nick on this."
"Man, you just want to see Sara in a dress." Warrick said.
Catherine had a smile on her face. "You know Nick, sometimes I wonder how you've made it this far in life. It's just moments like these that give me a glimmer of hope." Then she exited.
Nick had a smile on this face, and then her words registered. "Hey..." He said, then realized the room was empty.
Sara sat in front of her TV with a beer in one hand and the remote to the DVD player in the other. She watched as Jennifer Connelly tried her hardest to revive Ben Kingsley after he had taped a plastic bag to his face.
Now normally Sara never cried in movies but with several beers in her system and 'House of Sand and Fog' on she was an emotional wreck. The sobs escaped as Jennifer Connelly realized three people were dead and one in jail because she didn't want to give up her house.
Then a knock came from out side her door. She, ungracefully, pulled herself up from a sitting position and opened the door, with her eyes still on the TV screen.
"Sara, are you ok?" Catherine's concerned voice asked.
Sara nodded, then as if realizing Catherine was there she said, "Hello, what's up?"
Catherine gave Sara a strange look, and then went straight to the point. "I need a favor, see there's-"
"Ok, I'll do it." Sara said interrupting her. At Catherine's confused look, Sara pressed on. "I mean, I know that both of haven't gotten along for...well a while...and I still feel horrible about last year when Eddie died..."
Catherine looked at her, eyes wide. "Sara, you don't have anything to feel bad about, I almost ruined the whole investigation-"
"No, he was the father of you're daughter, and a man you used to love. I should have been more sympathetic about the whole situation, and I am sorry for that." Sara said, leading Catherine in her apartment, and closing the door behind her.
Catherine stood in confusion as Sara wiped the tears from her eyes, and turned back to Catherine.
"So what can I do for you, Cath?"
"I need you to go to the mayor's dinner party for me." Catherine waited for an angry reply of some kind, but was utterly surprised when Sara nodded.
"Sure, I mean I do owe it to you and I don't want to go back to work just yet."
Catherine blinked in surprise. Alright, who are you, and what did you do with Sara? "Well, do you have anything to wear? This dinner is formal."
Sara shrugged then walked across her one room apartment to the closet. She opened it and stood back. Catherine took the silent hint and advanced to it.
Catherine almost laughed when she saw its contents, all the same style of shirts, pants, and jackets. As Catherine dug deeper into the small closet she let out a cough from all the dust that covered the clothes in the back. Just as Catherine was about to back out for air she saw something that caught her eye.
Sara watched as Catherine pulled out a cherry red dress, one that Sara didn't remember even buying.
"Well, what have we here?" Catherine turned to Sara, to see the confused look. "You have never worn this before, have you?"
Sara gave a one sided shrug, "Well, I don't go out that much."
Catherine held the dress out to her, "Well, go try it on!"
Sara gave a lopsided smile the retreated to the bathroom with the dress in hand.
Moments later, when Sara emerged for the dressing room Catherine's eyes widened. "Exactly why don't you wear this dress?"
Sara gave a small shrug and looked down at herself. She didn't see what the big deal was, the dress ended just before her feet, and had a very low back, but the lack of clothing was made up by the front that almost reached clavicle bone. The sleeves were two inches thick showing off her arms.
"I don't know...never had a reason." Sara answered looking to the floor.
"Do you have any shoes?" Catherine asked. Sara shrugged. "I'll drop off some heels on my way to work tomorrow."
Sara nodded giving the older woman a smile. "So we're ok, right?" She asked.
Catherine smiled suddenly happy they had apologized to each other. "Yeah, we're alright."
(A/N: Yeah I know this chapter was kinda strange, but I needed to build the plot! Leave me a review, you'll make my life!)