Fic : Demons Part 4
Title: When Demons Come a Calling - Part 4
Author: Kimmi
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Catherine
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I only wished I owned Sara and Catherine. Unfortunately CBS does, I’m just borrowing them.
Summary: When Sara’s past comes back to haunt her it arrives with a vengeance.
Spoilers: Up to Nesting Dolls, after that it takes a sharp left turn.
Authors Notes: This is dark, full of angst and deals with themes of rape and torture, although I don’t think I got too graphic. I also do not have a beta so there will be errors.
Chapters | 1 | 2-3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7-8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 |
Part 4
All eyes turned to see Sara looking as pale as a ghost. Catherine was immediately at her side. She knew she should have pushed harder at the scene. She led the brunette to a stool and sat the shaken woman down, keeping her hand on the broad shoulder to lend a little support. The blonde gave a shake of her head silently asking Greg, Warrick and Sofia to leave. They looked as if they wanted to argue but a glare from her sent them on their way. Whatever it was that Sara had to tell them she didn’t think the younger woman would want to do it in front of more people than was absolutely necessary.
Sara waited until her co-workers were gone and Grissom had shut the door behind them before looking up. She happy the others were gone but she really didn’t want to talk in front of Catherine either. But these were her cases, she was the supervisor and her shift had caught them even if she had called them in to help, the blonde needed to know. That was easier said than done though. Talking about this in front of these two people was perhaps one of the hardest things she had ever had to do, harder even than telling Gil about her parents.
Grissom was someone she had thought she was in love with, and maybe she really had been, but now she knew it was more of a search for validation. She had wanted him to be what she had never had before, someone that understood and accepted her as she was. She had wanted someone that didn’t go glassy eyed every time she started rambling about obscure scientific facts. But more than anything she had wanted what she had never received from her parents, or anyone else for that matter. Love.
But he had dangled her along, showing her brief glimpses of what life could be like with him, only to turn away once again, leaving her confused and frustrated. Then had come that one case where she was finally made to understand. He did have feelings for her but she wasn’t worth the risk. She had promised herself after that little revelation that it was over, she would no longer hold a torch for him, wouldn’t let him toy with her emotions again.
Catherine on the other hand was a horse of an entirely different color. She had long ago acknowledged her attraction to the older woman but Sara also knew without a doubt that it was completely one sided and never going to happen. The blonde hadn’t made it a secret that on a good day she merely tolerated the brunette’s presence and on a bad day, well she wasn’t shy about showing her contempt. It was true that when they managed to really work together they were an unstoppable team. But even though years of put downs, fights and competition had soured the younger woman, they still hadn’t managed to completely snuff out her desire.
It seemed to Sara that she had almost the same relationship with Cath as she did Grissom, only in reverse. Where he was kind enough to her most of the time and threw a smile or a vague come on at her every now and then to keep her unbalanced, the blonde was nasty ninety percent of the time with a few random acts of kindness tossed her way to really confuse her. Of course now really wasn’t the time to be reflecting on how screwed up her relationships, or rather lack of, were. They were expecting answers. “His name is Michael Wayne Thomas. He’s supposed to be in Folsom serving five consecutive life sentences. I called the warden and found out that three months ago he escaped and was presumed dead. They thought he drowned in the American River even though his body was never found. Twelve years ago at Berkley he terrorized the female population. He stalked them and raped them in their dorm rooms; he left that flower under each of their heads. He racked up six victims and would have kept going except for the fact that the sixth woman managed to fight him off and get away. She helped the police identify him.”
Sara’s voice sounded dead to Catherine’s ears. She would have believed that the brunette was simply reading a case file if body under her hand wasn’t shaking so hard it felt like the younger woman was about to fly apart.
“Twelve years ago? You were working in the San Francisco coroner’s office weren’t you?” Grissom asked. It seemed to him that he remembered her starting there about that time.
“No. I was still in grad school.” Sara didn’t want to have to spell it out for them it had been hard enough to get that much out. She didn’t want to have to say the words.
“Ah so you knew one or more of the victims, had classes with them.” Grissom reasoned. Her reactions to and the offer to be a decoy on the Strip Strangler case made much more since now. Having known the victims of another signature killer that raped his victims had made it personal for her.
Realization swept over like an avalanche and Catherine she felt the blood drain from her face. There was no way any police department would release information about the flower, they would hold it back in order to get a conviction on all of the murders. There was only one way the lanky brunette could know it by sight. “Oh god Sara, no.” The blonde breathed out just before she enveloped the brunette in a fierce hug. Sara’s reaction to the sight of that damn orchid made so much sense now. She locked eyes with Grissom and for a split second thought about letting go and throttling him at the confused look on his face.
“You were the sixth…” Catherine couldn’t finish the sentence. Victim was a word she had never thought she would apply to the younger woman and she found she couldn’t say it out loud.
Sara had never been hugged by Catherine before and found that it was probably the most comforting thing she had ever felt. She realized that that said something about how sad her life was. However she wasn’t in any hurry to break that contact even if she was confused by why it was being given. Cath didn’t hug her, she rarely touched her at all, she didn’t even like her. “It was the reason I left school.”
As understanding finally sank in Grissom found himself becoming incredibly angry. “You didn’t tell me that.”
The accusation in his voice made both women look at him sharply. Catherine was about to lay into him but Sara beat her to it. “You mean when you forced me to tell you about why I got so angry about abuse cases. I only told you about my childhood because you refused to leave it alone. You never asked why I hated rape cases. I didn’t want to talk about that and I sure as hell don’t want to talk about this but I don’t really have a choice now do I.”
Grissom suddenly found his feet very interesting. “I’m sorry Sara I didn’t mean it to sound that way, I just…I’m so…”
“Angry? Ready to kill the bastard? Scared?” Catherine supplied. She had seen it in his face, in his eyes and she could understand it. She herself was furious that some psycho had put his hands on Sara, hurt her and nearly killed her. Now he was here. She was also curious as to what the two were alluding to about the lanky brunette’s childhood but decided it could wait until after the current crisis had passed.
He was about to answer yes to all the above but he was interrupted by a knock on the door and Nick entering the room. “Ah Griss, Cath can I talk to you guys for a second? Alone?”
“It’s ok. I’m gonna go grab a cup of coffee.” Sara said when it looked as if they both were going to protest. She needed to put a little distance between her and them even if she was enjoying the comfort Catherine’s arms had brought. The entire conversation was taking a toll on her already bruised psyche.
Catherine wanted to argue. She didn’t think that whatever Nick had to say could be more important than what they were discussing. But she figured Sara might want some time alone. The woman absolutely hated showing anything that might be conceived as weakness. Giving the brunette one last squeeze she let go and allowed her to get up.
Sara could feel three sets of eyes on her back as she left the room. She shook off the feeling of being under a microscope only to have it return as soon as she walked into the break room and three new sets of eyes zoomed in on her. Greg was on his feet in a second and leading her to the couch. She sat down silently and just watched as he poured her a cup of coffee, fixing it exactly how she liked it. She even managed to give him a genuine smile when she realized it was his forty dollar a pound special brew.
Greg breathed a little sigh of relief. When Sara had appeared in the layout room he had been beyond concerned at her pallor and the haunted look in her eyes. When they were made to leave he had rushed to the break room to start a fresh pot of coffee, digging into his secret stash. He figured she would need a pick me up and the sludge that was provided by the county just wasn’t going to cut it.
Sara tried to simply enjoy the rare treat but she knew she couldn’t ignore the worried gazes of her co-works for much longer. She had to look up however when Greg took a seat on one side of her and Warrick sat on the other. Nether of them said a word perhaps sensing her need for silence and she was grateful just for the quiet support. She knew the questions would come soon but for now she could just sit in the warm shelter their close proximity provided.
Nick looked at the board and knew he had made the correct decision. He had only brought one picture with him but it was more than enough. The minute the Texan had seen the name written in blood he had felt his gut twist. There was no reason other than a sick hunch to connect the name with his friend but somehow he knew. He walked over and pinned his photo up next to the others. “The vic’s name was Mary.”
Grissom and Catherine could see why the young man had wanted them to see this without the brunette in the room. The message was complete. ‘Did you miss me Sara’
Cath couldn’t hold her anger back any longer. She picked up the chair Sara had been sitting in a few moments ago and threw it at the wall, tears streaming unnoticed down her cheeks. It was no coincidence, no sick twist of fate, this man had come to Vegas with a brutal purpose. The sick bastard had killed five women just to send the brunette a message that he was coming for her.
Nick knew he was missing a crucial piece of information. The two supervisors had to know something he didn’t to put that look of terror on Grissom’s face and to make Catherine lose it like that.
“We’ve got to get her protection Gil.” Catherine growled at the bearded man when she had regained a little composure.
Grissom didn’t bother to answer her; he already had his phone in his hand. “Brass I need you to get over here now. I’ll explain when you get here. Bring a couple of uniforms with you.”
The conversation, if you could call it that, was swift and to the point. He left no time for questions or arguments, only compliance.
TBC
Author: Kimmi
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Catherine
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I only wished I owned Sara and Catherine. Unfortunately CBS does, I’m just borrowing them.
Summary: When Sara’s past comes back to haunt her it arrives with a vengeance.
Spoilers: Up to Nesting Dolls, after that it takes a sharp left turn.
Authors Notes: This is dark, full of angst and deals with themes of rape and torture, although I don’t think I got too graphic. I also do not have a beta so there will be errors.
Chapters | 1 | 2-3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7-8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 |
Part 4
All eyes turned to see Sara looking as pale as a ghost. Catherine was immediately at her side. She knew she should have pushed harder at the scene. She led the brunette to a stool and sat the shaken woman down, keeping her hand on the broad shoulder to lend a little support. The blonde gave a shake of her head silently asking Greg, Warrick and Sofia to leave. They looked as if they wanted to argue but a glare from her sent them on their way. Whatever it was that Sara had to tell them she didn’t think the younger woman would want to do it in front of more people than was absolutely necessary.
Sara waited until her co-workers were gone and Grissom had shut the door behind them before looking up. She happy the others were gone but she really didn’t want to talk in front of Catherine either. But these were her cases, she was the supervisor and her shift had caught them even if she had called them in to help, the blonde needed to know. That was easier said than done though. Talking about this in front of these two people was perhaps one of the hardest things she had ever had to do, harder even than telling Gil about her parents.
Grissom was someone she had thought she was in love with, and maybe she really had been, but now she knew it was more of a search for validation. She had wanted him to be what she had never had before, someone that understood and accepted her as she was. She had wanted someone that didn’t go glassy eyed every time she started rambling about obscure scientific facts. But more than anything she had wanted what she had never received from her parents, or anyone else for that matter. Love.
But he had dangled her along, showing her brief glimpses of what life could be like with him, only to turn away once again, leaving her confused and frustrated. Then had come that one case where she was finally made to understand. He did have feelings for her but she wasn’t worth the risk. She had promised herself after that little revelation that it was over, she would no longer hold a torch for him, wouldn’t let him toy with her emotions again.
Catherine on the other hand was a horse of an entirely different color. She had long ago acknowledged her attraction to the older woman but Sara also knew without a doubt that it was completely one sided and never going to happen. The blonde hadn’t made it a secret that on a good day she merely tolerated the brunette’s presence and on a bad day, well she wasn’t shy about showing her contempt. It was true that when they managed to really work together they were an unstoppable team. But even though years of put downs, fights and competition had soured the younger woman, they still hadn’t managed to completely snuff out her desire.
It seemed to Sara that she had almost the same relationship with Cath as she did Grissom, only in reverse. Where he was kind enough to her most of the time and threw a smile or a vague come on at her every now and then to keep her unbalanced, the blonde was nasty ninety percent of the time with a few random acts of kindness tossed her way to really confuse her. Of course now really wasn’t the time to be reflecting on how screwed up her relationships, or rather lack of, were. They were expecting answers. “His name is Michael Wayne Thomas. He’s supposed to be in Folsom serving five consecutive life sentences. I called the warden and found out that three months ago he escaped and was presumed dead. They thought he drowned in the American River even though his body was never found. Twelve years ago at Berkley he terrorized the female population. He stalked them and raped them in their dorm rooms; he left that flower under each of their heads. He racked up six victims and would have kept going except for the fact that the sixth woman managed to fight him off and get away. She helped the police identify him.”
Sara’s voice sounded dead to Catherine’s ears. She would have believed that the brunette was simply reading a case file if body under her hand wasn’t shaking so hard it felt like the younger woman was about to fly apart.
“Twelve years ago? You were working in the San Francisco coroner’s office weren’t you?” Grissom asked. It seemed to him that he remembered her starting there about that time.
“No. I was still in grad school.” Sara didn’t want to have to spell it out for them it had been hard enough to get that much out. She didn’t want to have to say the words.
“Ah so you knew one or more of the victims, had classes with them.” Grissom reasoned. Her reactions to and the offer to be a decoy on the Strip Strangler case made much more since now. Having known the victims of another signature killer that raped his victims had made it personal for her.
Realization swept over like an avalanche and Catherine she felt the blood drain from her face. There was no way any police department would release information about the flower, they would hold it back in order to get a conviction on all of the murders. There was only one way the lanky brunette could know it by sight. “Oh god Sara, no.” The blonde breathed out just before she enveloped the brunette in a fierce hug. Sara’s reaction to the sight of that damn orchid made so much sense now. She locked eyes with Grissom and for a split second thought about letting go and throttling him at the confused look on his face.
“You were the sixth…” Catherine couldn’t finish the sentence. Victim was a word she had never thought she would apply to the younger woman and she found she couldn’t say it out loud.
Sara had never been hugged by Catherine before and found that it was probably the most comforting thing she had ever felt. She realized that that said something about how sad her life was. However she wasn’t in any hurry to break that contact even if she was confused by why it was being given. Cath didn’t hug her, she rarely touched her at all, she didn’t even like her. “It was the reason I left school.”
As understanding finally sank in Grissom found himself becoming incredibly angry. “You didn’t tell me that.”
The accusation in his voice made both women look at him sharply. Catherine was about to lay into him but Sara beat her to it. “You mean when you forced me to tell you about why I got so angry about abuse cases. I only told you about my childhood because you refused to leave it alone. You never asked why I hated rape cases. I didn’t want to talk about that and I sure as hell don’t want to talk about this but I don’t really have a choice now do I.”
Grissom suddenly found his feet very interesting. “I’m sorry Sara I didn’t mean it to sound that way, I just…I’m so…”
“Angry? Ready to kill the bastard? Scared?” Catherine supplied. She had seen it in his face, in his eyes and she could understand it. She herself was furious that some psycho had put his hands on Sara, hurt her and nearly killed her. Now he was here. She was also curious as to what the two were alluding to about the lanky brunette’s childhood but decided it could wait until after the current crisis had passed.
He was about to answer yes to all the above but he was interrupted by a knock on the door and Nick entering the room. “Ah Griss, Cath can I talk to you guys for a second? Alone?”
“It’s ok. I’m gonna go grab a cup of coffee.” Sara said when it looked as if they both were going to protest. She needed to put a little distance between her and them even if she was enjoying the comfort Catherine’s arms had brought. The entire conversation was taking a toll on her already bruised psyche.
Catherine wanted to argue. She didn’t think that whatever Nick had to say could be more important than what they were discussing. But she figured Sara might want some time alone. The woman absolutely hated showing anything that might be conceived as weakness. Giving the brunette one last squeeze she let go and allowed her to get up.
Sara could feel three sets of eyes on her back as she left the room. She shook off the feeling of being under a microscope only to have it return as soon as she walked into the break room and three new sets of eyes zoomed in on her. Greg was on his feet in a second and leading her to the couch. She sat down silently and just watched as he poured her a cup of coffee, fixing it exactly how she liked it. She even managed to give him a genuine smile when she realized it was his forty dollar a pound special brew.
Greg breathed a little sigh of relief. When Sara had appeared in the layout room he had been beyond concerned at her pallor and the haunted look in her eyes. When they were made to leave he had rushed to the break room to start a fresh pot of coffee, digging into his secret stash. He figured she would need a pick me up and the sludge that was provided by the county just wasn’t going to cut it.
Sara tried to simply enjoy the rare treat but she knew she couldn’t ignore the worried gazes of her co-works for much longer. She had to look up however when Greg took a seat on one side of her and Warrick sat on the other. Nether of them said a word perhaps sensing her need for silence and she was grateful just for the quiet support. She knew the questions would come soon but for now she could just sit in the warm shelter their close proximity provided.
Nick looked at the board and knew he had made the correct decision. He had only brought one picture with him but it was more than enough. The minute the Texan had seen the name written in blood he had felt his gut twist. There was no reason other than a sick hunch to connect the name with his friend but somehow he knew. He walked over and pinned his photo up next to the others. “The vic’s name was Mary.”
Grissom and Catherine could see why the young man had wanted them to see this without the brunette in the room. The message was complete. ‘Did you miss me Sara’
Cath couldn’t hold her anger back any longer. She picked up the chair Sara had been sitting in a few moments ago and threw it at the wall, tears streaming unnoticed down her cheeks. It was no coincidence, no sick twist of fate, this man had come to Vegas with a brutal purpose. The sick bastard had killed five women just to send the brunette a message that he was coming for her.
Nick knew he was missing a crucial piece of information. The two supervisors had to know something he didn’t to put that look of terror on Grissom’s face and to make Catherine lose it like that.
“We’ve got to get her protection Gil.” Catherine growled at the bearded man when she had regained a little composure.
Grissom didn’t bother to answer her; he already had his phone in his hand. “Brass I need you to get over here now. I’ll explain when you get here. Bring a couple of uniforms with you.”
The conversation, if you could call it that, was swift and to the point. He left no time for questions or arguments, only compliance.
TBC