Hey, this is my first attempt at a Catherine/Sara fic, so please don't eat me if it's really bad..
There will be a storyline with a case and hopefully ;) C/S getting together in the future of the fic, just warming up to the proper story here :)
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, or the characters, please do not sue me, I'm a poor student.
Do you ever just have a moment in your life when everything stops, and you realise the one thing you don't want to? The one thing that you've tried to stop yourself from thinking about, from feeling? Well, that moment has just happened to me. It was just another normal day- well, normal in my line of work doesn't really exist, but well, today was just supposed to be another day like the others.
OK, so I'm rambling, but what do you expect, I've just realised the one thing I didn't want to realise. Let's go back a few steps and I'll tell you the story.
My name is Sara Sidle and I work Graveyard Shift at the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I'm a CSI, level 3, and have been in Vegas for about 6 years now, after my good friend, and one-time crush Gil Grissom asked me to help him out.
Anyway, that's too far back in the story, you really don't want my life story (really you don't)... Back to today, everything was normal, you know, I got up early, as usual, got to work nice and early, as usual, and I was sat in the break-room with a cup of Greg's wonder-coffee, waiting for the rest of the team to arrive.
Getting to the point- everyone came in shortly after me and Grissom came in to hand out assignments. OK, rambling again Sara, get on with it…
Anyway, Nick, Warrick and Greg were all assigned to a DB at one of the local casinos; Grissom had a meeting with Ecklie, leaving me with the one person in the lab whom I'd rather not work with, Catherine Willows.
Catherine is everything that I'm not, self-assured, beautiful, sexy as hell, wait, scratch that, I was not just thinking that, that will not help me tell the story; Catherine is the most irritating person I know, she knows how to rub me up the wrong way…oh how I wish she'd rub me up another way…ahhh, Sara stop these thoughts, horrible, bad thoughts that I am definitely not thinking...
Catherine just knows how to get on my nerves, I swear she is the only person who can get under my skin, and we argue a lot, but man is she hot when all of that anger is directed at me… ARGH I am now extremely annoyed at myself for not being able to tell my story without my mind interrupting me with thoughts about her.
I will try again…. Catherine and I were paired together for a case tonight, for the first time in a good couple of months; I think Grissom started to get slightly annoyed with our constant bickering and arguing. And well, tonight, his meeting with Ecklie must have been important, because there is no way he would send me and Catherine out into the desert, a 2 hour drive, on our own… Surely he knows one of us will not come out of this alive, if our last case together was anything to go by.
I swear that man is utterly oblivious to human feelings, he may be a genius, but he is no people person. After I told him why I was so upset after the last case I had with Catherine (which I'm sure you'll find out about later), you'd think he'd understand me a bit more, and understand my need to stay away from her, after her obvious non-receptiveness to my feelings, but no.
Anyway, his lack of the above skills may not have led to the death of either of us (this time) as Catherine and I actually managed to get out to the desert, process the evidence and make it back to the lab, without a single disagreement; I mean ok the only words we spoke were: "Sara you take the perimeter" and "OK sure thing" but still, I agreed, no argument, nothing.
So, we were back at the lab, and Catherine had taken the bullet we found up to Bobby in Ballistics, while I decided coffee was in order. I swear 5 minutes on my own during a shift is just not a good thing, especially when I'm on a case with Catherine and it gives me a chance to think. What do I think about you ask? Well, tonight my thoughts were consumed by Catherine.
My questions ran along the lines of: Why does she hate me so much? Why can't we be friends? Why have we always argued? Why does she get along with everyone but me?
Now, as I said, giving me time to think about her is not good, anyway… I came up with the following answers.
She hates me because I came into their already formed team, and investigated one of 'her' boys, but I mean, even Warrick has forgiven me for that, so why can't she?
We can't be friends because she hates me, easy.
We've always argued because she irritates me so much. But why does she irritate me?
She gets on with everyone else because she doesn't hate them, but why hate me? I mean am I really that bad? I'm friends with all of the other guys… They don't hate me, do they? note to self conspicuously find out whether the guys just appease me...
Anyway, my little questioning session came to an end, and I ended up with more questions than answers, a cold cup of coffee and a headache brewing. The one question that stood out in my head, the one that was giving me this headache, was the one question that I didn't want to answer- why did I care so much? I mean normally if somebody dislikes me, I ignore their snide and hurtful comments, and leave them to bitch about me, but with her, it's different, why?
The answer hits me like a 2000-tonne train smashing into my skull, as I see her standing in the break-room doorway, hand on hip asking me something about our case.
I obviously didn't hear a word she said, but her presence has just confirmed my horrible realisation, and my headache is now a full blown head smashing, skull breaking, brain squishing (yes I just said squishing) one, as I have come to the horrible, horrible realisation, that moment in my life where everything just stops, as I realise the one thing that I did not want to realise, the one thing I have tried to store away in some 3000ft deep mine somewhere, the realisation that I, Sara Sidle… am well and truly attracted to Catherine Willows.
Well.. that's the first chapter, hope you like it, should I carry on? Please review? Don't slate me though, it may make me cry...