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arvensis. Hopefully, you'll like this, even if it isn't as Cath/Sara as it maybe could have been.
Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Fandom:CSI
Word: Fear
Rating: PG-13 for some dark imagery
Summary: Post-case angst
There’s a missed spot of blood on your right hand and you want to scrape it off, scrape the skin underneath it off.
The pain would prove, to yourself if no one else, that you are alive, you’re still here, no matter the death and hurt you face every day.
It would prove that fear hasn’t killed you yet, that pain hasn’t twisted your heart out.
The case was hard, serial killer. Eight girls, murdered in pairs, bodies mutilated with words, Bible passages carved in excruciating detail on their skin. But the case isn’t what haunts you, though it makes you shudder every time you think about it. What haunts you is the blond from the second couple you found, her girlfriend. The girlfriend, a small redhaired girl of 20-something had come down, insisting she see the body.
It breaks your heart to think of her face, even now. The way her eyes burned, her face contorting with pain, hurt, fear, but most of all loss, you could almost see the realization of what had happened causing creases and lines in her face.
You caught up with her afterwards, caught her hand in yours and told her it wasn’t her fault, that the killer was sick, not her.
Standard talk, but you’ve never wanted to make someone believe it as much as you did then.
The girlfriend just shook her head. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, “she’s gone, and all I have are memories. If I killed her or not, she’s still gone.”
You just stood there for a moment, before you echoed memories. She nodded and gave you a wan smile.
You stare at the blood, and realize you won’t even have memories. If you get grabbed up at a club tomorrow, if you get killed (and your heart stops beating for a second, imagining yourself in place of the girls) there will be nothing. No memories left.
You’re punching numbers into your cell and you hear the calling tone before you realize exactly who you’re calling.
“Catherine? It’s Sara…”
arvensis. Hopefully, you'll like this, even if it isn't as Cath/Sara as it maybe could have been.Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Fandom:CSI
Word: Fear
Rating: PG-13 for some dark imagery
Summary: Post-case angst
There’s a missed spot of blood on your right hand and you want to scrape it off, scrape the skin underneath it off.
The pain would prove, to yourself if no one else, that you are alive, you’re still here, no matter the death and hurt you face every day.
It would prove that fear hasn’t killed you yet, that pain hasn’t twisted your heart out.
The case was hard, serial killer. Eight girls, murdered in pairs, bodies mutilated with words, Bible passages carved in excruciating detail on their skin. But the case isn’t what haunts you, though it makes you shudder every time you think about it. What haunts you is the blond from the second couple you found, her girlfriend. The girlfriend, a small redhaired girl of 20-something had come down, insisting she see the body.
It breaks your heart to think of her face, even now. The way her eyes burned, her face contorting with pain, hurt, fear, but most of all loss, you could almost see the realization of what had happened causing creases and lines in her face.
You caught up with her afterwards, caught her hand in yours and told her it wasn’t her fault, that the killer was sick, not her.
Standard talk, but you’ve never wanted to make someone believe it as much as you did then.
The girlfriend just shook her head. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, “she’s gone, and all I have are memories. If I killed her or not, she’s still gone.”
You just stood there for a moment, before you echoed memories. She nodded and gave you a wan smile.
You stare at the blood, and realize you won’t even have memories. If you get grabbed up at a club tomorrow, if you get killed (and your heart stops beating for a second, imagining yourself in place of the girls) there will be nothing. No memories left.
You’re punching numbers into your cell and you hear the calling tone before you realize exactly who you’re calling.
“Catherine? It’s Sara…”
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Date: 2004-08-09 08:25 pm (UTC)Aww.
Thank you so much! This is such a sad little drabble, well written, i like your style! I like the ending too. Like you said, there could be more Sara & Cath but somehow (it usually pisses me off ;)) it seems just right in this fic.
Thanks again. I'm impressed.
Love you for this.
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Date: 2004-08-09 08:30 pm (UTC)Seriously, this fic started about five other plot bunnies in my head, so when I get a few moments, expect more!
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Date: 2004-08-09 08:32 pm (UTC)Yes more. More. MORE! ;)
*expects more*
Hurray for the plot bunnies. Always good to have them round.
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Date: 2004-08-10 12:09 pm (UTC)