Once more….with feeling: Sara

I stood in front of the mirror of the locker room, animating myself to get back out there. I just had another fight with Catherine and this is just as much as I can take. Do you know the feeling where you hate to love someone but love to hate them, and at the same time you wish they didn't move you as much as they did. Or that they didn't move you at all.

Most people think I'm a standard workaholic, that I only know how to love my work and have no social life at all. Well the part about not having a social life is partially true, but hell do I know how to love. I wonder what it's like to be really loved though, that's something I haven't experienced yet in all my thirty-four years of experience with life. Back to the subject, I was caught in this hopeless infatuation. I, Sara Sidle, am obsessing over a person, a co-worker, and oh, did I mention it's a female co-worker? This is probably as complicated is it gets.

The first time I set foot in the Las Vegas Crime Lab was a disaster to say at least. People didn't like me because I was the outsider checking up on them. Catherine Willows, my female co-worker, seemed to have the biggest problem with me. And over the years we have been fighting a lot, fighting with passion I might add. Although I think that the passion only came from my side. I've been drooling over Catherine for about 6 years now, yeah, I know I'm pretty pathetic when it comes to things like this. When I was younger I always had the longest crushes on the prettiest girls in school and no one noticed or knew about them.

The only attention I'm getting from Catherine is the wrong attention. It seems that with every five words I say, I manage to say something to tick her off. It's like walking around with a time bomb in my hands that is triggered by my voice. Most of the time, I don't even mean to piss her off, I just want to give my opinion. It always ends up in a fight of some sort. I wish I could get Catherine's attention in another way, a good way.

Suddenly I look up; I swear I saw a little light bulb above my head. I am going to stop this once and for all. I almost run out of the locker room and make my way to my destination, nothing can stop me, not even Greg's delicious coffee.