CSI-fic: Mistakes (1/?)
Title: Mistakes
Author: TXLtoSFO
Fandom: CSI:LV
Pairing: Sara Sidle/OC
Rating: PG to NC-17 (NC-17-rated chapters will be noted in the cut)
Disclaimer: CSI, its characters, places, and situations are property of Jerry Bruckheimer Television, Alliance Atlantis and CBS Productions. This story was written for entertainment, not monetary purposes. Original characters, and this story are intellectual property of the author. Any similarities to existing characters, fictional or real, living or dead, are coincidental and no harm is intended.
Spoiler/Warnings: Nothing I could think of-yet.
Summary: Someone from Sara's past shows up in an unexpected position in Vegas and quite a drama ensues. Sara thinks some mistakes can't be forgive and forgotten but Catherine is convinced that everyone deserves a second chance and tries her best to get Sara to the point of forgiveness.
Notes: -
Mistakes
1. News
"Hey, did you guys hear that a new Detective joined the Department, more precisely, graveshift?"
Greg announced, with a slightly worried tone as he brewed his special blend and a delicious smell swept through the whole break room. Sara's head didn't even rise up from her reading a case file in acknowledgement of Greg's news, she barely heard him, engrossed in her own thoughts. But Catherine's eyes lingered on Greg from over her reading glasses, she didn't fail to see the strange expression on his face from her seat across the table, where she waited for the guys and Grissom's arrival, skipping through some old Newsweek.
"What's up with that, why the face Greg?" she asked curiously.
Her attention now drawn to Greg, too, Sara lowered the file into her lap and studied Greg's blushing face, wondering what had him so wound up about some new Detective.
"Erm, I have just been over to the Department to get some files to Brass and I happened to overhear some Uniforms' conversation. At first it was completely harmless, a little over the top maybe, but nothing offensive. Like if all the Detectives couldn't get the work done by themselves and stuff. But as I was about to turn away and just forget about it, it became personal over that new Detective. Really personal and really offensive for my liking..."
Greg interrupted himself at this point and blushed even more, his cheeks colouring in a glowing shade of deep pink now.
Seeing his discomfort Sara raised an eyebrow.
"What could there possibly be to gossip about a new Detective on his very first day? Spill it Greg..."
"Her first day..." Greg said agonizingly slowly.
"So okay, some guys making stupid jokes about her backside or...uh...boobs?" Catherine suggested, fishing in the dark since Greg didn't seem to get a word out anymore and the blush subsided, leaving him rather unnaturally pale.
He groaned.
"No, that'd be harmless in comparison... I heard a lot of comments about Sofia's backs..."
Almost simultaneously, Greg's blush was back with full force and Sara started scolding him.
"Shut it, Greg! You'd better never let her hear something like that, better for your health."
"Do I look suicidal to you, Sar?" The horrified look Greg wore now was priceless.
Catherine chuckled lightly, some of the tension was eased away by Greg's thoughtless comment and he cleared his throat.
"Guys, I'm telling you this but you really can't talk about it, they never noticed me overhearing. Obviously, that new Detective has a certain... look... which makes it more than obvious that she's, well, she's assumingly gay and doesn't try to hide the fact."
His glance shot over to Sara before he went on.
"Which I kind of admire her for, it's a brave and let me say, a bit crazy thing to do. But guys, they joked about anything you can imagine... Her clothes, the way she walks, her wearing men's shoes and having very short hair and being a little, uh, stoutly built. Said she's carrying herself around like... I guess the exact words were 'Flabby ass of wannabe man with an artificial dick in her pants' and some more things similar to that, which I won't ever repeat..."
Sara gasped and Catherine cursed under her breath.
"How dare they..." Catherine exclaimed.
Sara was at a complete loss of words. She knew these kinds of comments. Working in San Francisco, there had been quite a few gay and lesbian Detectives, Officers and other Employees. And though the atmosphere was generally much gay-friendlier as it seemed to be here in Vegas, there were always a few left with prejudices. And those prejudices were voiced still often enough. As long as especially gay women generally fit the description "feminine", they didn't get much shit, just the usual jokes about watching and threesomes, but beware if you didn't fit into that category. What Greg told about the joking Officers was just the tip of the iceberg. Sara had been quite out in San Francisco, at least she hadn't been hiding her interest in women when she was asked directly and she had told her closest colleagues, at least those she considered to be her friends as well. Here in Vegas she didn't know about anyone being openly gay in the whole Department. She once had told Greg in confidence, since he had become her best friend among the CSI's and despite his constant and still ongoing flirting, he had reacted pretty cool and had just pouted adorably sweet for half a minute, that his ever non-existent chance had now completely flown out the window. No wonder he was so agitated. He had no prejudices whatsoever, had even confessed in Sara after her own outing that he had fooled around with one guy or another in college. Nothing serious ever, but still.
"Fuck!" Sara's fist connected solidly with the break room table.
"Let's talk to the guys. Tell them we are going to have her back whenever one of us is working with her. And I'm going to tell Sofia."
Catherine nodded approvingly, quite mad herself. She just didn't get it. She might have had some rather intimate encounters with women at a certain time in her life and she sure never had had any prejudices. What went on behind closed bedroom doors and how people looked or what they wore shouldn't have an effect on work and certainly shouldn't provoke dim-witted comments.
"Good idea. I just don't get it. We're living in the twenty-first century. What's their fucking problem?"
"What's whose fucking problem?"
Warrick's baritone broke Catherine's outburst as he and Nick entered the break room, amused by Catherine's harsh choice of words.
Sara shot them a warning glance and their smiles vanished, both sensing there had been a more serious reason for Catherine's rant as they had assumed.
"What's up, ladies?"
"Let's wait for Grissom, and then we'll tell you what that was all about."
Assignments in hand, Gil Grissom turned the corner and stepped into the break room right that second only to find his team frowning and in a rather bad general mood.
Catherine took initiative and rose from her chair to face Grissom, Nick and Warrick.
"Listen, Greg just told us that there's a new female Detective joining the Department. She is obviously openly gay and he overheard some officers making real mean jokes about her. We just thought that we should have her back whenever one of us is working with her. Because rather sooner than later she will notice that there's talk behind her back and she should know that not everyone here in Vegas is a homophobic asshole."
Grissom just lifted an eyebrow and the guys voiced their support.
"Good. I completely agree with Catherine and if you notice anything similar to that incident in the future, notify me and I will talk to Jim, okay? Now, assignments, Greg, Warrick, B&E in Henderson, Nicky, hit and run on Industrial and Sara and Catherine, 419 at the Bellagio's Honeymoon Suite. I have a decomposing body and Doc already waiting in the desert."
***
As Sara and Catherine entered the Bellagio's Honeymoon Suite, Sara almost stopped dead in her tracks as they approached the bedroom. No way. No fucking way. Catherine almost bumped into Sara at her sudden stop.
"Sidle, watch it, I almost dropped my..."
Then she noticed Sara's bewildered expression and followed the direction of her gaze.
"...kit!"
Author: TXLtoSFO
Fandom: CSI:LV
Pairing: Sara Sidle/OC
Rating: PG to NC-17 (NC-17-rated chapters will be noted in the cut)
Disclaimer: CSI, its characters, places, and situations are property of Jerry Bruckheimer Television, Alliance Atlantis and CBS Productions. This story was written for entertainment, not monetary purposes. Original characters, and this story are intellectual property of the author. Any similarities to existing characters, fictional or real, living or dead, are coincidental and no harm is intended.
Spoiler/Warnings: Nothing I could think of-yet.
Summary: Someone from Sara's past shows up in an unexpected position in Vegas and quite a drama ensues. Sara thinks some mistakes can't be forgive and forgotten but Catherine is convinced that everyone deserves a second chance and tries her best to get Sara to the point of forgiveness.
Notes: -
Mistakes
1. News
"Hey, did you guys hear that a new Detective joined the Department, more precisely, graveshift?"
Greg announced, with a slightly worried tone as he brewed his special blend and a delicious smell swept through the whole break room. Sara's head didn't even rise up from her reading a case file in acknowledgement of Greg's news, she barely heard him, engrossed in her own thoughts. But Catherine's eyes lingered on Greg from over her reading glasses, she didn't fail to see the strange expression on his face from her seat across the table, where she waited for the guys and Grissom's arrival, skipping through some old Newsweek.
"What's up with that, why the face Greg?" she asked curiously.
Her attention now drawn to Greg, too, Sara lowered the file into her lap and studied Greg's blushing face, wondering what had him so wound up about some new Detective.
"Erm, I have just been over to the Department to get some files to Brass and I happened to overhear some Uniforms' conversation. At first it was completely harmless, a little over the top maybe, but nothing offensive. Like if all the Detectives couldn't get the work done by themselves and stuff. But as I was about to turn away and just forget about it, it became personal over that new Detective. Really personal and really offensive for my liking..."
Greg interrupted himself at this point and blushed even more, his cheeks colouring in a glowing shade of deep pink now.
Seeing his discomfort Sara raised an eyebrow.
"What could there possibly be to gossip about a new Detective on his very first day? Spill it Greg..."
"Her first day..." Greg said agonizingly slowly.
"So okay, some guys making stupid jokes about her backside or...uh...boobs?" Catherine suggested, fishing in the dark since Greg didn't seem to get a word out anymore and the blush subsided, leaving him rather unnaturally pale.
He groaned.
"No, that'd be harmless in comparison... I heard a lot of comments about Sofia's backs..."
Almost simultaneously, Greg's blush was back with full force and Sara started scolding him.
"Shut it, Greg! You'd better never let her hear something like that, better for your health."
"Do I look suicidal to you, Sar?" The horrified look Greg wore now was priceless.
Catherine chuckled lightly, some of the tension was eased away by Greg's thoughtless comment and he cleared his throat.
"Guys, I'm telling you this but you really can't talk about it, they never noticed me overhearing. Obviously, that new Detective has a certain... look... which makes it more than obvious that she's, well, she's assumingly gay and doesn't try to hide the fact."
His glance shot over to Sara before he went on.
"Which I kind of admire her for, it's a brave and let me say, a bit crazy thing to do. But guys, they joked about anything you can imagine... Her clothes, the way she walks, her wearing men's shoes and having very short hair and being a little, uh, stoutly built. Said she's carrying herself around like... I guess the exact words were 'Flabby ass of wannabe man with an artificial dick in her pants' and some more things similar to that, which I won't ever repeat..."
Sara gasped and Catherine cursed under her breath.
"How dare they..." Catherine exclaimed.
Sara was at a complete loss of words. She knew these kinds of comments. Working in San Francisco, there had been quite a few gay and lesbian Detectives, Officers and other Employees. And though the atmosphere was generally much gay-friendlier as it seemed to be here in Vegas, there were always a few left with prejudices. And those prejudices were voiced still often enough. As long as especially gay women generally fit the description "feminine", they didn't get much shit, just the usual jokes about watching and threesomes, but beware if you didn't fit into that category. What Greg told about the joking Officers was just the tip of the iceberg. Sara had been quite out in San Francisco, at least she hadn't been hiding her interest in women when she was asked directly and she had told her closest colleagues, at least those she considered to be her friends as well. Here in Vegas she didn't know about anyone being openly gay in the whole Department. She once had told Greg in confidence, since he had become her best friend among the CSI's and despite his constant and still ongoing flirting, he had reacted pretty cool and had just pouted adorably sweet for half a minute, that his ever non-existent chance had now completely flown out the window. No wonder he was so agitated. He had no prejudices whatsoever, had even confessed in Sara after her own outing that he had fooled around with one guy or another in college. Nothing serious ever, but still.
"Fuck!" Sara's fist connected solidly with the break room table.
"Let's talk to the guys. Tell them we are going to have her back whenever one of us is working with her. And I'm going to tell Sofia."
Catherine nodded approvingly, quite mad herself. She just didn't get it. She might have had some rather intimate encounters with women at a certain time in her life and she sure never had had any prejudices. What went on behind closed bedroom doors and how people looked or what they wore shouldn't have an effect on work and certainly shouldn't provoke dim-witted comments.
"Good idea. I just don't get it. We're living in the twenty-first century. What's their fucking problem?"
"What's whose fucking problem?"
Warrick's baritone broke Catherine's outburst as he and Nick entered the break room, amused by Catherine's harsh choice of words.
Sara shot them a warning glance and their smiles vanished, both sensing there had been a more serious reason for Catherine's rant as they had assumed.
"What's up, ladies?"
"Let's wait for Grissom, and then we'll tell you what that was all about."
Assignments in hand, Gil Grissom turned the corner and stepped into the break room right that second only to find his team frowning and in a rather bad general mood.
Catherine took initiative and rose from her chair to face Grissom, Nick and Warrick.
"Listen, Greg just told us that there's a new female Detective joining the Department. She is obviously openly gay and he overheard some officers making real mean jokes about her. We just thought that we should have her back whenever one of us is working with her. Because rather sooner than later she will notice that there's talk behind her back and she should know that not everyone here in Vegas is a homophobic asshole."
Grissom just lifted an eyebrow and the guys voiced their support.
"Good. I completely agree with Catherine and if you notice anything similar to that incident in the future, notify me and I will talk to Jim, okay? Now, assignments, Greg, Warrick, B&E in Henderson, Nicky, hit and run on Industrial and Sara and Catherine, 419 at the Bellagio's Honeymoon Suite. I have a decomposing body and Doc already waiting in the desert."
***
As Sara and Catherine entered the Bellagio's Honeymoon Suite, Sara almost stopped dead in her tracks as they approached the bedroom. No way. No fucking way. Catherine almost bumped into Sara at her sudden stop.
"Sidle, watch it, I almost dropped my..."
Then she noticed Sara's bewildered expression and followed the direction of her gaze.
"...kit!"