Hold on strongly …

Author: Nepeace aka Angelique

Email: Nope none at all

Challenge: Use the band 'Heart' in any way you like, lyrics, song title or a concert. I used the song 'Heaven',

Summary: Hold on strongly … It's dark but not 'THAT' dark.

Rating: R

Warning: F/F love (femmeslash)

Disclaimer: No of course I don't own CBS, CSI or any of the characters, believe me you would have known if they where mine.

Hold on strongly …

I was bending over some evidence in an alley when I heard a popping sound, followed by a high pitched scream that broke through the night; which sounded almost inhuman. I quickly got up and stepped backward into the darkness with my back against the wall as I released my gun from it's holder on my hip. I glanced around the corner. My blood was pumping through my veins, my breath hitched as I saw what had happened in the alley. Catherine was lying on the street in the glow of the lights from an obscure club. As the light flickered I could see her chest rise and fall rapidly, blood flowed from a wound in her shoulder.

The thing that scared me most was that the man who shot her was standing over her, his gun still aimed at her. She looked up at the man, trying desperately to catch her breath. I quickly approach the man hidden in the dark shadows, walking slowly through the darkness I stumbled over a bottle alerting the man. Who immediately turned around and fired a couple of shots; two imploded into the wall besides me. While the third grazed my arm, the pain was excruciating but as soon as it started it stopped. The adrenaline pumped through my veins, blinding me from the danger that my own life was in. I returned fire, my knees buckled as the pain coursed through me and the shot hit the man in his stomach.

Blood trickled down my arm, as I pushed myself of the wall I cautiously walk towards the man who is lying on the ground holding his stomach as blood poured through his hands. He was screaming out in pain, I was standing above him my gun aimed at him as I kicked his gun backwards to the wall.

"If you wanna live you better shut up right now and do not move a muscle." I stepped backwards to Catherine not leaving the man out of my sight, not even for a millisecond. I kneeled down next to Catherine as I put my gun down next to her and reached for my phone with my right hand on my left hip. My other arm hurt too much to use it. I flipped it open and called the emergency services, and reported our situation and asked for back up and an ambulance.

I pushed my hand onto Catherine's wound applying pressure to stop the bleeding, she groaned when I did that. She breathed heavily; a pained expression covered her face. It took her a couple of minutes to regain her breath and strength to say something. She reached her hand up and touched my arm; "You're … hurt." It was not a question, but a statement.

"Yeah, but don't worry about me." I smiled weakly at Catherine.

"Sara, tell Linds … that I … love her. I'm sorry …" Catherine closed her eyes.

"Hang on, hang on strong to me!" I pleaded to Catherine afraid that she was giving up. "I don't want to tell your daughter that, you have to tell her yourself." Tears escaped my eyes; I didn't want to tell that little girl again that one of her parents died. I was there the first time and that is bad enough.