Basically a bunch of Cath/Sara drabbles, probably just one story a chapter, but that could change. :) Enjoy.
Disclaimer: So yeah, I still don't own it :|
A/N: Been a while… Again. I'm sorry, but I'm back :D
Fight Night.
Last night was great. We all had the night off, a gift from Ecklie for having the highest solve rate or something. Warrick spent his time off with his wife Tina, Grissom, well; I'm not sure what Grissom did with his night off. I was going to spend my time with Lindsay, but she was going to a sleepover so my night looked pretty boring until Greg asked me to come out with him, Nick and Sara. My heart skipped a beat when he said her name, and I nodded eagerly. Too eagerly it seemed, as he eyed me suspiciously, but left it and told me where to meet them and what time. I was really excited and knew what I was going to wear straight away. Lindsay had bought me a dress for my last birthday, and I hadn't had an occasion to wear it to, but 'it's perfect for tonight,' I remember saying to myself. I got home to find a mess and a note from my darling daughter, telling me she had left. I sighed, feeling a little disappointed. I set about tidying and was done with just over an hour to get ready. I rushed a shower and dried my hair, leaving it in loose curls. Then I did my make-up, smoky eyes and a little lip gloss. My deep blue strapless dress was next, it came to just above my knees. I looked at the clock on my bedroom wall realizing I had to leave, I put on my blue heels, which went with my dress perfectly, and called a cab. I arrived at the bar on time, luckily, and could see Greg and Sara; they hadn't noticed me as they looked in quite a deep conversation, which was fine with me, now I could just take her in. She was wearing a tight black tee and tight black jeans. She looked like she had been poured into the outfit. I shook my head and walked over,
"Hey, have you been here long?" Sara turned but didn't answer. It may have been my imagination, but I'm pretty sure she was checking me out! Greg said they hadn't been waiting long and passed me a bottle of beer when I was seated. Nick arrived soon after and we just talked. For hours. About the present, the future, the past, everything! Except work, this was a much needed relief. In our line of work, you really need to get away from it once in a while; it can turn good people bad and really mess you up. We were all a bit tipsy and got up to dance. I danced with Sara, with Nick and with Greg. Though I barely remembered dancing with the boys, not because I was drunk, because so much of my memory was filled with Sara. How she felt, looked, smelt. How amazing it was being that close. How amazing she was. Just everything about her. I was starting to feel pretty tired at that point, so I called a cab and left after saying goodbye to everyone. And now I'm on my way to the lab. I walked into the locker room to put my coat away and ran into Warrick; I smiled and asked him how his night was,
"Forget about my night! How was yours?" I chuckled,
"It was… Really great." I grinned; he smiled and walked with me to the break room to get assignments. We arrived and Sara was at the coffee machine with her head down and Greg beside her.
"Hey guys." Warrick greeted, Greg turned quickly,
"Catherine, can you speak to Sara please!" I frowned in confusion,
"Why? What's up?"
"Nothing. I'm fine." As Sara turned to leave, I noticed she had a huge bruise on the left side of her face and a split lip. I gasped and then followed her to the locker room; she was sat on the bench when I got there.
"Sara, honey, what happened?" She looked up at me, allowing me to get a good look at her face, it was worse than I thought, her eye was badly swollen and she had a stitch on her eyebrow.
"Nothing. Leave it, Cath. Please." She pleaded. I shook my head,
"No way. Who did this? Why?" I asked, gingerly placing my fingertips on her bruise.
"Promise not to get mad?" She said, I nodded. "Last night, after you left, Nick and Greg had gone, too. Well, there was this woman who came up to me and came on really strong; I told her I wasn't interested in the nicest way. She said, 'I bet you're with that blonde whore.'" I frowned; I hated it when people assumed I was a whore just because I look good. I bit my lip and waited for Sara to carry on. "I told her you weren't a whore, and I wasn't with you, and that she should leave me alone, this time, not nicely. She didn't listen and started really insulting you. I told her to get a life and then I left. She followed me and just started hitting me, I mean, she was totally gone. I could smell the alcohol on her, but that's no excuse, I restrained her and then security came over and took her." I was gob smacked. Sara got hurt because she was defending me. I put my palm to her uninjured cheek,
"Sara… You should've left her to it."
"And allowed her to call you a whore?! No way!" Sara was getting pretty irate and had stood.
"Sara, honey, calm down. I am… Amazed that you would do that for me… So, thanks." I leant on my tiptoes and kissed her on the lips, it was sweet. Well, it was until she moaned and pushed me against the lockers,
"I love you, Cath." She whispered next to my ear, "So, if this is just nothing to you, tell me to stop, please."
"It's not nothing to me, Sara. I love you too." She grinned and rested her forehead against mine. I finally got what I truly wanted.