14. Exile
"How about some Cuban music?" Sara asked when she caught Sofia in front of the door to their usual bar.
"Did the case inspire you?"
"Maybe."
"That worries me slightly. Did it inspire you to Cuban music, Cuban food or to poison me? Silvana killed her sister in one of the most brutal ways I've ever seen, she got the man, she claimed to love, killed and doesn't regret anything." Another case where the victim was killed by a person, she trusted and loved.
"No, she doesn't regret killing her sister, she does regret that she got Estenfan killed." Sara corrected. "All her life she loved him, all her songs were about him and her sister steals her man." It could drive you crazy, see the thing you loved and wanted most, turn to your sister and not see you.
"He didn't love Silvana, he loved Marta."
"So? Since when does this stop people from killing the person, they held responsible? In Silvana's world, when she got rid off her sister, her dream would come true."
"Yeah. So, where are we going to?"
"There's a Cuban restaurant a couple of blocks away. I promise I won't kill you on our way or there. Or any time later."
"Thanks, that's very kind of you." The blonde smiled and started walking next to the brunette.
"The case proved one thing too: the fight of the older generation doesn't have to be the fight of the younger ones."
"Like Romeo and Juliet?" Sara asked. "Their families hated each other while they were in love?"
"Well, our Romeo and Juliet ended up dead too. Not suicide, but if you want, yes, they have something in common with the most famous couple. The bad end."
"I wonder what happened to the world that we don't get happy endings anymore." What happened to '….they lived happily ever after'?
Sofia wondered if this sentence was also meant to talk for Sara and Grissom. The brunette didn't mention her husband, didn't say a word about what the status of their relationship was. And Sofia was sure, it was better not to ask about it until Sara started this topic on her own.
"Statistically Vegas is a lucky city for lovers, you can get married on every corner, millions of people come here every year just to do this." It was fast, cheap, unusual and in case you regretted what you did, you drove to Reno and got a cheap divorce.
"Stories don't end with the wedding, they continue."
"True. Which reminds me, Hodge's girlfriend, or fiancée, Elisabetha will get her Green Card. Oue government agreed. They have now ninety days to get married."
"Lucky for them they're in Vegas, they could be already married. Did you meet her?"
"No, I didn't."
"Oh well, I'm sure we'll all meet her when they get married. And I hope this will be a happy end. I remember how down Hodges was when Wendy left…"
"Sara Sidle, you know all the lab gossip! And here I am, absolutely surprised because all these years I was so sure, you don't care about gossip, about who dates whom. You know all details, don't try to talk yourself out of this, you're so busted." Sara was a gossip girl! And Sofia caught her in the act.
"Sofia, I sit with the guys in the same break room, I hear things, no matter if I want to hear them or not."
"Cheap excuse, Sara, you know it. I got you. Sara Sidle is a chatterbox."
"You know, I was wrong, I might poison you." Sara smirked She was no chatterbox, she just was not deaf. When the guys talked about all the things, that were going on in the lab, she couldn't help but hear them too. And her brain remembered them. Also if she wanted or not.