A/N- Hope you all like! Thanks to Aarohi for idea and this chapter was beta' by my little sister Nicole. Thanks sis!

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Sara yawned; she had been numbering evidence for the last two hours. The injured and deceased had been removed ages ago, now there was only silence.

Warrick was on the bus, she could see his maglite beam shining around. He stepped off the bus a moment later, a bottle of whiskey in his hand;

“Look what I found.”

Sara stood up, wincing from the pain in her knees;

“Where did you get that?”

“Right next to a bottle of pills for heart problems.”

“Alcohol and pills, what a great cocktail.” Sara said sarcastically and Warrick made a noise that might have resembled a laugh.

“I’ve printed it anyway.” Warrick said with a small shrug and Sara nodded. She glanced towards the bar where Grissom and Catherine were talking to the manager, who was trying to stop them getting his electronic seating plan. Sara could hear him loudly declaring that this was all a waste of time, that the driver should be arrested and then that was the end if it.

“Oh, we would arrest him;” Catherine told him, anger slightly apparent in her voice, but she suppressed it and the manager shouted loudly to her;

“Then why don’t you, you dumb ass blonde.”

Catherine bit her lip, millions of insults thundered into her head right then but she kept her cool;

“But the driver is dead.”

The manager quietened, went behind the bar and into his office.

Grissom raised his eyebrows at Catherine;

“You alright?”

“I’m fine.” Catherine muttered as the manager came back out of his office and practically threw the electronic disk at her.

“Sir, please keep calm.” Catherine said but it was obviously the wrong thing to say for the manager flared up again;

“Keep calm? My restaurant is in ruins and I have people called ‘CSI’s’ doing diddly squat around here. Look at that one for example;”

Sara ducked her head back down as the manager pointed a finger at her.

“What the hell does she think she’s doing?” The manager asked still pointing at Sara.

“Collecting evidence.” Grissom told him and the manager angered more;

“Evidence for what? The driver was probably high on some fucking drug or drunk or what not, all evidence would be on that damn bus.”

Catherine had had enough;

“Sir please keep your voice and language to a minimum.”

“Oh for fucks sake can’t you handle a little language? Jeez oh I’m sorry. I’m surprised a blonde like you would know what half the words I’m saying mean. Look at this.” To Catherine’s surprise he plucked at her bra strap where it peeked out from under her sleeveless shirt;

“You want to see me being insulting? Then why do you wear a bra, it’s not like you have anything to put in it.”

Catherine didn’t miss a beat;

“I could say the same thing about you wearing pants.”

He was on her in a second and Warrick sprinted over to drag him off;

“Get your hands off her!” Warrick declared and moments later the manager slumped to the floor giggling.

Warrick glanced at Sara who was behind him;

“What’s wrong with him?”

Sara stepped over him as Brass walked up. She entered the manager’s office and recoiled from the strong smell of pot that welcomed her;

“He’s drugged up I’d say.” Sara called back to Warrick who nodded. Brass brought the manager off the ground and cuffed him;

“Come on idiot, I know a cell you can manage for a while.”