Taking hold

Once again thanks a lot Jess, my beta

And sorry for the long wait

Part 8

"Sidle." Sara mumbled into the mobile, shifting a little in Catherine's hold. Instantly she shot up to a sitting position awaking Catherine. "I'll be there," she cut her phone off and pushed back the covers.

"Baby?" Catherine asked sleepily.

"I've got to get to the lab…" Sara said, reaching for her jeans, pulling them on and reaching for her shirt. She was in a trance. All she knew was that she needed to get to the lab - get justice, make this bastard pay and then… then she'd be able to look at herself in the mirror again, because she'd know she'd done all that she could.

"What's happened?" Catherine asked.

"They got him," Sara mumbled. "In some fucking bar drinking, as if nothing had happened." There was a dull pain to the back of her head that ran down her neck.

Catherine moved over to Sara who was sat on the edge of the bed putting on her boots, moving so she had a hand on the brunette's back and on her leg. "Want me to come with you?" She asked softly, wanting to offer Sara any support she could. "You can't drive, Sara."

Sara thought a moment. Stopping just for a second, she turned to Catherine. "How would we explain that?" Sara asked. She moved her hand to Catherine's hand and offered a silent thanks. "I don't think I could deal with them knowing right now…the questions, too much…"

"Well if you need anything," Catherine offered. "Give me a call?"

"I will."

Catherine understood. She kissed Sara softly. "How you going to get there?"

"I'll be fine," Sara assured.

"Sar, you downed half a bottle of my Jack, you haven't slept long – you are over the limit, hun."

"I don't have time for this, Cath," Sara growled. "I'll be fine."

"Well, I don't have any wish to see you dead because you lost control of the Denali, so go get ready and I'll call you a cab."

"Look, just leave it." It was harsher than she had intended.

With that Sara stood up. As she moved over to the side dresser, taking her gun and ID badge, a feeling off guilt came over her. She lowered her tone making it softer, the regret audible. "Get some sleep Cath." She said, before walking out of the room.


Grissom stood in the observation room looking through the glass. The guy sat in the interrogation room, his hands still cuffed because he'd been so aggressive towards the officers. Sat in front of him were Brass and Sara. Warrick was sat on the table over by the double mirror – a case file in hand. The interrogation had been going for a few minutes and not much had been said.

He watched as Sara interacted with him, her hands curled into fists. Brass was keeping a close eye on the female CSI, Warrick was more than ready to step in. It had been discussed whether Sara should go in there at all but she'd argued it out – in her own words it was something that she needed to do.

Grissom only hoped that she didn't lose it.


Catherine couldn't sleep – not knowing that Sara was out there somewhere. She wanted to be by her; there to be a shoulder for the CSI to lean on. Instead, she was here, pacing the living room looking at her watch; at the clock to make sure that her watch wasn't fast and then looking at her mobile phone to make sure it was on. She had never been this worried about Sara before – not ever. Catherine decided that everything Sara had said in that interrogation room had affected her more than she'd realized.


"Sara?" Grissom called to her as she was pushed from the interrogation room by Warrick, who had managed to pull her back after she'd hit out at the suspect. "Sara," he growled, catching hold of her arm. "Stop."

She pulled back from them both and took a deep breath. "That bastard," she growled.

"Sara, stop," Warrick comforted. "We got him, and it's over."

They had got enough evidence on him to have him arrested, but he had decided to wind Sara up till she lashed out at him.

"No, it's not over. For Danni this is just the beginning." Sara shot. She couldn't deal with this right now. She turned and walked down the corridor, leaving them stood there.

Grissom looked to Warrick. "Stay with her Rick, make sure she doesn't do anything stupid."


"Hey girl, you were pretty hot in there, huh?" Warrick lent against the doorframe, watching as she sat in front of her open locker. "Are you okay?"

Sara shrugged her shoulders. "You told me that once I had the bastard it'd feel better…that it'd be all worth it. But I feel empty. I mean, so he'll get a jail sentence… he'll be out in no time… Danni gets a life time of pain. How is that fair?"

"It's not," Warrick stepped forward. "Nothing in this goddamn case has been fair, but we have done everything we can – we got him, Sar." Taking a seat at her side, he put his hand on her leg. "Is there anything I can do to make this easier for you?"

Sara just lent into him. He was a little taken aback – it wasn't something that Sara Sidle did. Minimum contact – that's how it had always been. This just showed Warrick how wrecked up she was. He put an arm around her shoulders and stayed with her for a moment.

"Can you do me a favor?" She asked eventually.


"Don't tell anyone how messed up I am." She pleaded softly.

"Only if you do me a favor… catch some sleep, Sar. A certain CSI informs me that the sofa in the break room isn't too bad." He smiled. That CSI had been Sara herself after he'd asked a few weeks back how she could crash out in there. Sara just nodded. There was no way she was going to go back home, or back to Catherine's – for some reason this was where she needed to be. In this place…

"Thanks, Rick."

"Anytime." He sensed she'd had all the contact she could deal with, so softly moved away. "And I mean that… you know how to get me."

She nodded her head.


Walking down the corridor, Catherine was looking around her, hoping to catch a glance of Sara - just to know that she was okay. She hadn't been able to sleep, not without Sara in her arms. After hearing the brunette talk about dying and pain earlier, Catherine couldn't stop thinking about Sara and the hurt she must be going through. She hadn't called; hadn't let her know things were okay, so Catherine came in an hour earlier than usual hoping to grab Sara. Walking through most of the lab with no sign of Sara, Catherine headed down the corridor past Greg's lab and over to the break room.

That's where she found her – sat on the sofa with her feet resting on the coffee table, asleep.

Walking in, she felt her heart beat a little slower now that she knew Sara was safe. She watched her sleep for a while. The only thing going through her mind was how she wished she could take all the pain from her. After a few moments she decided that the younger of the two needed some sleep, so she walked over to the coffee machine and poured herself a mug. Then she lent against the counter, just wanting to watch Sara sleep. The two of them had been through so much in such a short amount of time and she was shocked herself at how strong her feelings were.

Resting her head against the wall at her side, Catherine wondered how all this would affect Sara – she hoped that the brunette wouldn't be hurting, or blaming herself.