IDF - Catherine/Sara Fic - Whispers
This is actually the beginning of an original story that I tweaked a little to mark this first annual celebration of the International Day of Femslash.
Title: "Whispers"
Author: marygriggs
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Rating: PG 13 for violence
Word Count: about 1500
Author's Notes: Jerry Bruckheimer, CBS and Alliance Atlantis are the true owners, I'm just letting the ladies play in my sandbox for a while.
Summary: Sara is lost and found
Sara leaned over the desk to scrawl her name and the current time on the line. Grimacing at the extra bother of the new timekeeping system, she only put the word breakfast in the destination box and left the estimated duration blank.
Nodding at the young officer at the door, she stepped through into the early morning sunshine. She had d been at work since before the sun had set the day before and was looking forward to having a quick bite with her dearly missed partner before she headed home.
Busy searching through her backpack for her sunglass, she did not see the tan uniformed man who stepped around the back of her car and slammed his baton into the back of her skull. The man bundled her into the trunk of the next vehicle and pulled her arms behind her. In one smooth motion, he slapped a set of handcuffs to her wrists and brought the lid down. In less than five minutes, he was speeding out of the parking lot of the Criminalistics Bureau.
Sara gradually woke up. Disoriented at first, she soon realized that the soothing motion was a vehicle in motion and the stifling dark was because she was in the trunk. With her eyes wide open, she could see nothing of the interior. She panicked for a few moments, until she became lightheaded from panting and coughed. The sparkling flash of pain in her head actually helped calm her down.
She had processed enough cars in her time to know that there were always places that the criminal neglected to look for blood when they clean up after themselves. Sara maneuvered herself onto her stomach and pressed her back upward. She scrapped her left arm on the hinge until she felt a trickle of blood. She smeared some on the roof and then lay back down to spread the blood around as much as possible.
That done, she rolled so she was lying on her hands. She began to kick her heel into the corner where the taillights were. Not knowing if it was day or night, she hoped that a passing trooper would see the broken light and pull the vehicle over. It took several blows but eventually she was rewarded with a fresh stream of air through the broken glass.
Her head pounding, Sara closed her eyes.
When she woke up, she could see a blue strobe reflecting in the dark. Whispering halleluiah, she attempted to speak louder. Her hours in the hot trunk had dried her throat out and she could only croak weakly. She could only wait for release and strain to hear what the voices outside the car were saying.
“Open the trunk and let me see.”
“Trust me, officer. I’ll get the light fixed tomorrow.”
“Be that as it may, I want you to open the trunk.”
“Look, it’s a funny thing.”
“Then we’ll laugh. I will give you one more opportunity to open the trunk and then I will place you under arrest.”
“All right. All right. No need to get nasty.”
The lid opened and for a brief moment of time the three people stood frozen. The trooper stared down at the bound woman in shock. As he turned his head to confront the driver, the driver shot him in the head.
Sara was sprayed with blood, brain and bits of bone. She nearly gagged from the warm blood coating her face.
“You see what you made me do?”
Sara looked up into the vaguely familiar eyes. “I made you?”
“Yes. You forced me to kill him. His death is entirely in your hands.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Is it crazy to want to make those who wronged you, pay?”
“Who are you?”
The man pouted as he pulled the lifeless body of the trooper off the car and dropped him into the dirt. “I’m sad you don’t remember me. Of course, that could be because you no longer care about the lives you ruin.” He leaned over and spat on her. “Maybe that will help your memory, bitch.”
Sara just stared at him, her aching head and the shock of seeing a man killed in front of her making it hard to think.
“No? Still nothing?”
“I don’t know. Tell me.”
He shook his head. “While it would be even more satisfying to have you realize the true extent of your perfidy, I think I can happy with your suffering anyway. Besides, I’ve seen too many movies where the bad guy is caught because he took so long trying to explain his motivations.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I don’t fucking care.” Shifting the grip on his gun, he held it over her head. “Time for you to go back to sleep.”
The last thing Sara saw was the butt of the gun descending toward her head.
********
Catherine focused every iota of her attention on the still form on the hospital bed. She could have sworn that she had just heard a soft moan. Hoping that she was not dreaming, she leaned closer.
“Sara?” she asked softly. Seconds ticked by without any response or movement.
Turning her head, Catherine studied the monitor near the bed and wished that she knew more of what all the numbers and sounds meant. The many lines and wires attached both scared and reassured her that Sara would survive.
Her hand reached out to touch Sara’s forehead. She wished so badly to stroke the soft skin directly but she had been forced to don protective gear before being let into the intensive care unit. Even through the latex gloves, Catherine could feel the heat that radiated from Sara.
When she brushed her fingers over Sara’s hairline there was another moan. Catherine’s legs gave out and she dropped into the chair next to the bed. “Sara, can you hear me?”
With no other sign that her lover was waking up, Catherine feared that it was all wishful thinking. Taking hold of the hot hand, Catherine squeezed gently. “Sara, wake up, honey,” she begged. “I’ve been so scared. I need so badly to know that you’re okay.”
The slack hand in hers suddenly twitched. Catherine redoubled her massage. “That’s good. Can you open your eyes for me? Please, let me see your beautiful brown eyes.”
Sara’s head turned slightly toward the familiar voice, her eyes moved rapidly under the closed lids. Her bruised brow furrowed as the pain from her concussion made itself felt.
“You’re going to be late for work,” Catherine whispered into the delicate ear. She smiled when Sara’s eyes began to flutter. Her anal retentive partner would do anything to avoid being tardy.
A few moments later, Sara opened her eyes, briefly. She winced and slammed them closed again.
Glancing up, Catherine saw how blindingly the light shined down. Turning it down a little, she patted Sara’s cheek. “It’s safe now. You can open them again.”
Sara’s head rolled back and forth as she struggled to get her eyes opened. When she finally succeeded, her first sight was of a figured masked and gowned in yellow. It took her a moment of study before a smile ghosted across her lips. “Hey, Cat,” Sara slurred.
Catherine smiled back. “Hey, back.” Her latex covered fingers reached out to brush across lips she longed to kiss. “How do you feel?”
“Cold.” Sara blinked. “Floaty.” Her glassy eyes struggled to focus and she blinked slowly. “Missed breakfast.”
A noise escaped Catherine’s throat, somewhere between a sob and a laugh. “I know, baby. That’s how I knew something was wrong.” Catherine looked away when her tears started to fall and she had to swallow a few times to get rid of the lump in her throat. “With our crazy schedules, we’d never see each other without our breakfast together.”
Catherine wiped angrily at her nose. “When you didn’t show up, I called and didn’t get an answer.” She smiled through her tears. “You always answer or you call back right away. When you didn’t, I knew. I knew even before they found your car with your blood in it.”
Weakly squeezing the hand holding hers, Sara whispered, “Safe now.”
“Yes, sweetheart. You’re safe now. He’s dead and you’re alive and going to get well.”
Sara fuzzily studied her lover for a moment. “How long?”
“What, darling? How long for what?”
“Since you slept?”
Catherine shrugged. “I needed to be here for you.”
“I knew…you were there. But…” she swallowed with some difficulty. “It was like there was a wall…between us. You couldn’t…hear me. I couldn’t…touch you.”
“A wall?” Catherine asked.
“Of glass. See you. Always there.”
“I’ve been here since they brought you in and I’ve been outside the ICU this whole time, watching. ”
“Sleep.”
“Yes, you need to rest so you can heal,” Catherine agreed.
“No, you. You, too.”
Catherine smiled. “I will now that I know you’re going to be all right.”
“Love you.”
“Love you more.”
“Infinity,” Sara murmured.
Catherine moved so that her lips brushed against Sara’s ear. The smell of dirt and blood nearly overpowered the disinfect odors of the hospital. “Infinity plus one,” she whispered.
With a smile on her lips, Sara fell back into a healing sleep. Catherine watched her for a few moments before she rested her head on the bed next to her lover.
When the nurse came in, she found them both asleep with their hands intertwined.
Title: "Whispers"
Author: marygriggs
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Rating: PG 13 for violence
Word Count: about 1500
Author's Notes: Jerry Bruckheimer, CBS and Alliance Atlantis are the true owners, I'm just letting the ladies play in my sandbox for a while.
Summary: Sara is lost and found
Sara leaned over the desk to scrawl her name and the current time on the line. Grimacing at the extra bother of the new timekeeping system, she only put the word breakfast in the destination box and left the estimated duration blank.
Nodding at the young officer at the door, she stepped through into the early morning sunshine. She had d been at work since before the sun had set the day before and was looking forward to having a quick bite with her dearly missed partner before she headed home.
Busy searching through her backpack for her sunglass, she did not see the tan uniformed man who stepped around the back of her car and slammed his baton into the back of her skull. The man bundled her into the trunk of the next vehicle and pulled her arms behind her. In one smooth motion, he slapped a set of handcuffs to her wrists and brought the lid down. In less than five minutes, he was speeding out of the parking lot of the Criminalistics Bureau.
Sara gradually woke up. Disoriented at first, she soon realized that the soothing motion was a vehicle in motion and the stifling dark was because she was in the trunk. With her eyes wide open, she could see nothing of the interior. She panicked for a few moments, until she became lightheaded from panting and coughed. The sparkling flash of pain in her head actually helped calm her down.
She had processed enough cars in her time to know that there were always places that the criminal neglected to look for blood when they clean up after themselves. Sara maneuvered herself onto her stomach and pressed her back upward. She scrapped her left arm on the hinge until she felt a trickle of blood. She smeared some on the roof and then lay back down to spread the blood around as much as possible.
That done, she rolled so she was lying on her hands. She began to kick her heel into the corner where the taillights were. Not knowing if it was day or night, she hoped that a passing trooper would see the broken light and pull the vehicle over. It took several blows but eventually she was rewarded with a fresh stream of air through the broken glass.
Her head pounding, Sara closed her eyes.
When she woke up, she could see a blue strobe reflecting in the dark. Whispering halleluiah, she attempted to speak louder. Her hours in the hot trunk had dried her throat out and she could only croak weakly. She could only wait for release and strain to hear what the voices outside the car were saying.
“Open the trunk and let me see.”
“Trust me, officer. I’ll get the light fixed tomorrow.”
“Be that as it may, I want you to open the trunk.”
“Look, it’s a funny thing.”
“Then we’ll laugh. I will give you one more opportunity to open the trunk and then I will place you under arrest.”
“All right. All right. No need to get nasty.”
The lid opened and for a brief moment of time the three people stood frozen. The trooper stared down at the bound woman in shock. As he turned his head to confront the driver, the driver shot him in the head.
Sara was sprayed with blood, brain and bits of bone. She nearly gagged from the warm blood coating her face.
“You see what you made me do?”
Sara looked up into the vaguely familiar eyes. “I made you?”
“Yes. You forced me to kill him. His death is entirely in your hands.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Is it crazy to want to make those who wronged you, pay?”
“Who are you?”
The man pouted as he pulled the lifeless body of the trooper off the car and dropped him into the dirt. “I’m sad you don’t remember me. Of course, that could be because you no longer care about the lives you ruin.” He leaned over and spat on her. “Maybe that will help your memory, bitch.”
Sara just stared at him, her aching head and the shock of seeing a man killed in front of her making it hard to think.
“No? Still nothing?”
“I don’t know. Tell me.”
He shook his head. “While it would be even more satisfying to have you realize the true extent of your perfidy, I think I can happy with your suffering anyway. Besides, I’ve seen too many movies where the bad guy is caught because he took so long trying to explain his motivations.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I don’t fucking care.” Shifting the grip on his gun, he held it over her head. “Time for you to go back to sleep.”
The last thing Sara saw was the butt of the gun descending toward her head.
********
Catherine focused every iota of her attention on the still form on the hospital bed. She could have sworn that she had just heard a soft moan. Hoping that she was not dreaming, she leaned closer.
“Sara?” she asked softly. Seconds ticked by without any response or movement.
Turning her head, Catherine studied the monitor near the bed and wished that she knew more of what all the numbers and sounds meant. The many lines and wires attached both scared and reassured her that Sara would survive.
Her hand reached out to touch Sara’s forehead. She wished so badly to stroke the soft skin directly but she had been forced to don protective gear before being let into the intensive care unit. Even through the latex gloves, Catherine could feel the heat that radiated from Sara.
When she brushed her fingers over Sara’s hairline there was another moan. Catherine’s legs gave out and she dropped into the chair next to the bed. “Sara, can you hear me?”
With no other sign that her lover was waking up, Catherine feared that it was all wishful thinking. Taking hold of the hot hand, Catherine squeezed gently. “Sara, wake up, honey,” she begged. “I’ve been so scared. I need so badly to know that you’re okay.”
The slack hand in hers suddenly twitched. Catherine redoubled her massage. “That’s good. Can you open your eyes for me? Please, let me see your beautiful brown eyes.”
Sara’s head turned slightly toward the familiar voice, her eyes moved rapidly under the closed lids. Her bruised brow furrowed as the pain from her concussion made itself felt.
“You’re going to be late for work,” Catherine whispered into the delicate ear. She smiled when Sara’s eyes began to flutter. Her anal retentive partner would do anything to avoid being tardy.
A few moments later, Sara opened her eyes, briefly. She winced and slammed them closed again.
Glancing up, Catherine saw how blindingly the light shined down. Turning it down a little, she patted Sara’s cheek. “It’s safe now. You can open them again.”
Sara’s head rolled back and forth as she struggled to get her eyes opened. When she finally succeeded, her first sight was of a figured masked and gowned in yellow. It took her a moment of study before a smile ghosted across her lips. “Hey, Cat,” Sara slurred.
Catherine smiled back. “Hey, back.” Her latex covered fingers reached out to brush across lips she longed to kiss. “How do you feel?”
“Cold.” Sara blinked. “Floaty.” Her glassy eyes struggled to focus and she blinked slowly. “Missed breakfast.”
A noise escaped Catherine’s throat, somewhere between a sob and a laugh. “I know, baby. That’s how I knew something was wrong.” Catherine looked away when her tears started to fall and she had to swallow a few times to get rid of the lump in her throat. “With our crazy schedules, we’d never see each other without our breakfast together.”
Catherine wiped angrily at her nose. “When you didn’t show up, I called and didn’t get an answer.” She smiled through her tears. “You always answer or you call back right away. When you didn’t, I knew. I knew even before they found your car with your blood in it.”
Weakly squeezing the hand holding hers, Sara whispered, “Safe now.”
“Yes, sweetheart. You’re safe now. He’s dead and you’re alive and going to get well.”
Sara fuzzily studied her lover for a moment. “How long?”
“What, darling? How long for what?”
“Since you slept?”
Catherine shrugged. “I needed to be here for you.”
“I knew…you were there. But…” she swallowed with some difficulty. “It was like there was a wall…between us. You couldn’t…hear me. I couldn’t…touch you.”
“A wall?” Catherine asked.
“Of glass. See you. Always there.”
“I’ve been here since they brought you in and I’ve been outside the ICU this whole time, watching. ”
“Sleep.”
“Yes, you need to rest so you can heal,” Catherine agreed.
“No, you. You, too.”
Catherine smiled. “I will now that I know you’re going to be all right.”
“Love you.”
“Love you more.”
“Infinity,” Sara murmured.
Catherine moved so that her lips brushed against Sara’s ear. The smell of dirt and blood nearly overpowered the disinfect odors of the hospital. “Infinity plus one,” she whispered.
With a smile on her lips, Sara fell back into a healing sleep. Catherine watched her for a few moments before she rested her head on the bed next to her lover.
When the nurse came in, she found them both asleep with their hands intertwined.