"You want to go out for a drink? Just the two of us? Come on, it'll be a girl's night," Catherine said, trying her best to persuade Sara to go out.
"Yeah, I'll even pay. And you don't even have to dress up," she said.
Sara smiled. "Alright, I'll go."
As they drove to the bar, Catherine chatted with Sara.
"So...tough shift, huh?"
"Yeah," Sara sighed. "I really need a drink."
"Don't worry about it- it was tough for all of us. I thought it'd be nice if you and I went out for a drink," Catherine smiled.
Sara grinned as they parked and got out. They walked inside and took a seat at a table after ordering some drinks.
"So...how've you been, Sara?" Catherine asked as she came back with their drinks.
"Good, how've you and Lindsey been?" Sara asked.
"We've been good...she's at such a tough age right now," Catherine sighed.
"13, right? Heh, I remember when I was 13, I wasn't like a lot of the other kids my age," Sara said.
"Really? What were you like?"
"Well...I was a bookworm, I didn't have any friends, got straight-A's, studied on the weekends, you know, the usually me stuff."
"Hmm..." Catherine's tone was a bit sad. She didn't know anything about Sara's past, and what she had revealed to her didn't seem that cheerful.
"So, Catherine what were you like when you were a kid?" Sara asked.
"Huh...well, I was loud..." Catherine laughed and Sara joined in the laughter.
"It's nice to get away from work, isn't it?" Catherine asked.
"Yeah..." Sara said as she started on her second beer.
Screams were heard as tables were turned over and people ran around the bar.
"What the hell is going on?" Catherine said.
The doors flew open and two guys wearing ski masks holding machine guns.
"NOBODY MOVE!" they yelled.
Sara looked over at Catherine who just stared back at her, just as shocked as she was. Who robbed a bar? Seriously, these guys got points for originality.
People ran out of the bar before the guys could shoot, but Sara and Catherine were trapped by the turned over tables, chairs and the mob of people heading for the door.
Catherine and Sara froze.
"Yeah, you! You the blonde and brunette! You're not going anywhere!"
Catherine looked at Sara who looked back at her. Great, the one day Catherine asked Sara if she wanted to go out for a drink they both get caught in the middle of a robbery.
"Both of you- get in the back!" one of them yelled as they jammed the guns up against their backs. Catherine and Sara walked toward the back of the building where they kept all their shipments.
"Well...this sucks, doesn't it?" Catherine asked.
They were both tied to chairs pointed away from each other.
Sara sighed. "Yeah..."
"Who robs a bar, I mean seriously?"
"I don't know," Sara said. They both got a laugh before they tried to maneuver their hands out of the ropes. They sighed as they found their attempts were in vain.
"So...we're probably going to be here for a while," Catherine said.
"So...want to continue our conversation?" Catherine threw it out there.
"Sure, Catherine," Sara said. "I mean, we're both tied to chairs, there not much we can do."
"Yep...so...what made you come to Vegas in the first place?"
"Well...Grissom called and said he needed help with the Holly Gribbs investigation. I had always admired Grissom for his work and the lectures he gave when I was in college so I agreed to come."
"Riiiiiiiight," Catherine said teasing her.
Sara was blushing. She was happy Catherine couldn't see her. "I'm serious!"
"Yeah, so anyways, what was San Francisco like?"
"Well, there weren't as many crimes as there are here," she laughed.
"Yeah, I bet," Catherine grinned.
They continued on with their conversation and laughed at their similar sense of humor. They laughed until the door was thrown open.
"Sorry to break up the party," a man said, the black ski mask still covering his face.
- Should I continue?