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Chapter 15

She knew it was wrong. This was not how adults dealt with things. It was wrong and childish and not doing anything to help the situation.

But right now she didn't care. She was going to sit in this bar and drink until she couldn't remember why she was drinking. Screw work, she needed this.

She could worry about the repercussions tomorrow. If she survived the night.

"You look like you needed that." A voice behind her crooned. She turned around to find herself staring into dark brown eyes.

"Could say that." She found herself saying. The tall dark stranger made himself comfortable next to her at the bar and fixed her with a deep look.

"Well, let me buy you a drink, and you can tell me all about it." He grinned.

x x x x x

"Man, can you believe it?" Greg bounced eagerly.

"What?" Warrick asked, his eyes fixed to the microscope.

"Cath and Sara. Lesbian lovers... man I have waited for this day!" The young lab rat grinned. Warrick glanced up and fixed him with a disapproving look.

"Yeah, well until we know what's going on, you don't say a word. They looked really freaked as it was."

"Do you think they're alright? I haven't seen them all night?" Greg asked, serious now.

"I don't know. I'm trying to stay out of it." Warrick said. "And you should too."

x x x x x

But Greg couldn't stay out of it. Not when he found Sara alone in 'her' lab with dried tear tracks down her pretty face.

"Hey," he called softly. "You okay?" she shook her head miserably. He ambled over and wrapped her in a hug, which she returned tightly, burying her face into his chest.

"Is it that bad to admit?" She mumbled.

"No." Greg answered, not sure what she was talking about but guessing that's what she wanted to hear. Eventually Sara pulled back and tucked her hair behind her ear nervously.

"It's not exactly how I wanted you guys to find out either, but it's like she's ashamed of it. Of us."

"So, it's true. You two..." Sara sent him a half-smile.

"What? You hadn't figured that out?" She joked sadly. He shrugged with a smile.

"How long?" He asked, sitting down opposite her.

"A few weeks." She mumbled. "I really like her Greg. And I know she likes me. Why can't she admit it?" She looked up, new tears glistening in her eyes. He shrugged helplessly, but it didn't matter because she wasn't listening anyway. "It's like; whenever anyone else is around she daren't come near me in case someone sees us. Even complete strangers."

"Have you talked to her about it?" The young lab rat asked.

"I mentioned it a few times. But whenever I did we always seemed to end up sleeping together. It's like she thought that would solve any issues or I'd just forget about them." There was a hint of anger buried in her confused, hurt voice. Greg took her hand, getting her attention.

"So talk to her now. Find out what's going through her head, and make it clear to her that you only want to talk." He suggested.

"I can't." she shook her head. "I can't see her now."

"You know what my Papa Olaf would say?" Sara gave him a tired look. "Stop whining and change it. If you can't change it, live with it." She cracked a smile, getting the hint.

"Thanks Greggo." She mumbled, letting him wrap her in another warm hug.

x x x x x

"Oh God!" Cath groaned, digging her nails into his back. They had barely made it out of the cab before she pounced on him.

She couldn't even remember how they ended up here; all she remembered was leaving the club and, for reasons unknown, giving her home address to the driver. But right now she didn't care. She needed a release, and though this dude wouldn't have been her first choice he was here now, and that's what mattered.

Blindly, they stumbled up the driveway, groping each other roughly as she fumbled absently for her keys. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was glad that Lindsey was at Nancy's tonight.

Giving up on finding her keys for a moment, she moved her lips to his neck and sunk her teeth in. She was so caught up in her ministrations that it took her a whole minute to realise he had stopped reacting. Pulling back, she looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" He was frowning softly over her shoulder. She turned to see what had caught his attention.

Her heart dropped.

"Sara." She gasped.

Before she could say another word, Sara was back on her motorbike and disappearing down the street in a cloud of dust.

And the last thing Catherine saw in her face before she visor came down was pure, unhidden heartbreak.