Author: pdhtgal PM
Here is the continuation of what I figure should have happened with the Playing with Fire Episode... N/S, G/CRated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,377 - Reviews: 20 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 05-11-03 - Published: 05-06-03 - id: 1335300
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A/N: Awesome replies! Thanks a bunch. Okay, first, I really enjoyed the episode last night… But wasn't too happy when she asked him out. But I was very happy when he said no. Move over Grissom, make room for Nick… :o)
Also, part of the fic still has some stuff (sort of, I guess) from the Playing with Fire episode.
On with the show…
Sara lay in her hospital bed, looking out the window, watching the rain hit the window. She had always found the sound of rain falling relaxing, and it was just what she needed right now. She sighed heavily, looking from the window, down to her bandaged hand, and then back out the window. She couldn't wait to get back on the job. She wanted to find out who did this. She wanted to make sure that justice was brought. Sure, it was probably an accident. That's what every criminal says at the beginning. They always think it's an accident. Only one problem with pre-meditated accidents. They usually fall through.
"Sara." Catherine said, making Sara snap out of her reverie. "What's with the scowl?"
"Just thinking about something." She sighed again. "How's Greg?" She asked, the condition of her friend had never really been told to her.
"He's going to be fine. He is burned, but will definitely survive." Catherine held her hands together and shrugged her shoulders. "You saved his life."
"I could leave him there to die, Cath. It wouldn't have been right." Sara said, turning to look back out the window.
Catherine nodded. "I know that, I would have felt the same. But it was still brave. You risked your own life to save his…" She sat down, tears forming in her eyes. She sighed. "I have something to tell you, and well, I know you won't react well."
Sara nodded, allowing her to continue. "Whatever it is that you have to tell me, Catherine, I'll understand, I'm sure."
Catherine shook her head. "I don't know about that."
"What is it?" Sara asked, looking at her friend's face, not sure what to make of her expression.
"I was my fault."
"What was your fault?" Sara asked, not quite sure what Catherine was getting to.
"The explosion. It was my fault."
"How? I mean, what did you do?"
"I placed a solution of some form in the fume hood for over night storage. Apparently there was a hot plate on underneath it."
Sara stared at her. "And you call that your fault?"
"I put the solution there, so according to everyone it's my fault. They put me on suspension."
Sara stared at her, her mouth agape. "But you're one of the best investigators out there. I mean, what did they say when you mentioned that you didn't know that there was a hot plate on underneath the fume hood?"
Catherine sighed. "They said that I should have been more careful, and that I was suspended without pay for 5 days." Catherine looked at Sara, her eyes brimming with tears. "God, Sara, ever since Eddie died, I've been trying hard to keep Lyndsey's mind on other things. Schoolwork, movies, sports… But it's been such an emotionally draining time for me that I don't know what to do anymore." She dropped her head into her hands. "I think I'm losing it, Sara. I really do."
Sara motioned for her to sit on the bed next to her. "Trust me Catherine, you are not losing it. Anyone who would had to have endured the amount of stress that you have endured, would probably not have done such a good job at it." Sara suddenly realized that all of the anger she had been holding toward whoever had caused the explosion was gone.
Catherine nodded and smiled a little. "Thank you." But you're wrong Sara. I haven't handled it well at all… Catherine thought to herself.
Catherine sighed. "Now I must go and tell Greg…"
"Don't worry about it. He won't be mad. I promise."
"Don't make promises that you can't keep." Catherine said, and turned and left the room.
~Later that Day~~
Sara sighed as Nick placed her on her bed at home. She had been released and couldn't be happier about it. "Nick? Stay with me, please?"
Nick smiled and kicked off his shoes. "Only for a little while. My shift starts in 4 hours."
Sara nodded. "I know. But just for bit."
Nick smiled as they cuddled on her bed. "Nick? Did Catherine tell you that it was her that caused the explosion?"
"Yes, she did."
"I hope she doesn't feel too bad about it. I wasn't mad at her, and I'm sure Greg wasn't."
"She's mad at herself, Sara." Nick said, and he could feel her relax against him.
"I wish she wouldn't be. She did nothing wrong."
"I think it stems further than we think, Sar."
Sighing, Sara agreed. "Maybe you're right Nick… Maybe you're right."
She was tearing through the kitchen and living room, emptying all the bottles in the sink and then throwing them out. She had to get them out of her sight. She couldn't stand the sight of them anymore. No more Vodka to wash the pain away. No more Brandy for when she couldn't sleep. No more late night shots of Tequila. It was over. Her drinking was starting to affect her job and that was something that she promised herself it would never do. She was going to change. Everything was going to change. Starting now.
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A/N: Okay, so I wasn't really planning on having the story go this route. I was only planning on making it a three part story… But I'm thinking maybe I need to make it a little longer, especially after the last paragraph…
Anyhoo, R&R! Thanks a bunch!