Fic : Demons Part 5
Title: When Demons Come a Calling - Part 5
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 5
“No.”
“Sara.”
“I said no. I’m not going to be locked up, put into protective custody or hidden away. And since you don’t want me in the lab, I’m going home to my apartment. Alone.”
Grissom, Brass, Catherine and Sara were standing in the parking lot of the CSI building, two uniforms waiting a respectable distance way. The blonde was currently blocking the brunette’s car door with her body so she couldn’t get in and take off.
Sara had known what they were up to the minute the homicide detective had shown up in the break room, flanked by two officers. She had looked at all of them in turn and then told them to go to hell. She wasn’t going to hide. She was going home to her apartment to lie sleeplessly in her own bed.
“Damn it Sara quit being so stubborn. This is your life we’re talking about!” Catherine couldn’t understand how she could disregard her safety so easily. It was making her unbelievably angry and the headache she had developed wasn’t helping matters either.
“That’s right. It’s *my* life.” Sara threw at the smaller woman. “I’m not going to let this son of a bitch chase me out of my home. I’m not going to live in fear anymore. I have a gun, I’ll be fine. If you want to worry about someone then worry about yourself and Lindsey.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Catherine’s voice was low, dangerous. If there was any kind of threat to her daughter she wanted to know. Now.
“This guy’s had twelve years in a ten by ten cell to think about this. He’s had three months on the loose to find me, watch me and learn everything about me. It’s what he does. He stalked us, knew every move we made. They found notebooks full of every detail of our lives, when we got up, went to sleep, where when and how much we ate, who we talked to even if was just hello. You can be damn sure he knows where each and every one of you live simply because we work together. So you take the uniforms and protect yourself and your daughter.” Sara was beating herself up for not thinking of it sooner. She had been about to leave without warning the blonde and if anything had happened to her or Lindsey, it would have killed the brunette before Thomas ever had a chance to get near her. At least this little scene in the parking lot had done some good.
No matter what Sara said Catherine didn’t think the guy would come after them. He had had plenty of opportunity but instead he had chosen strangers, women with no connection to the younger CSI. “We’ll be fine. It’s you that needs to worry.”
“Cath he killed five women just to say hello! Do you really think you might not be in danger too? Thomas isn’t someone you can use you’re sexuality against. He doesn’t care how beautiful you are! He’s a monster!” Sara knew she was about to lose it completely because even though they were outside in the open she was beginning to feel claustrophobic. She wanted to get away from everyone before it happened.
“God Sara! We’re back to that now? Why does that bothers you so damn much!?” This was the argument that had started the ball rolling to get Sara suspended. Catherine couldn’t understand why the younger woman was so focused on this one thing. It was pissing her off.
Sara had no control left. She grabbed the smaller woman by the arms and pulled her close so that their faces were only inches apart, her fear for the older woman blocking her normal restraint around Catherine. “Because you use it like a weapon and one day you’re going to try to use it against the wrong person and it’s going to get you hurt, or
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 5
“No.”
“Sara.”
“I said no. I’m not going to be locked up, put into protective custody or hidden away. And since you don’t want me in the lab, I’m going home to my apartment. Alone.”
Grissom, Brass, Catherine and Sara were standing in the parking lot of the CSI building, two uniforms waiting a respectable distance way. The blonde was currently blocking the brunette’s car door with her body so she couldn’t get in and take off.
Sara had known what they were up to the minute the homicide detective had shown up in the break room, flanked by two officers. She had looked at all of them in turn and then told them to go to hell. She wasn’t going to hide. She was going home to her apartment to lie sleeplessly in her own bed.
“Damn it Sara quit being so stubborn. This is your life we’re talking about!” Catherine couldn’t understand how she could disregard her safety so easily. It was making her unbelievably angry and the headache she had developed wasn’t helping matters either.
“That’s right. It’s *my* life.” Sara threw at the smaller woman. “I’m not going to let this son of a bitch chase me out of my home. I’m not going to live in fear anymore. I have a gun, I’ll be fine. If you want to worry about someone then worry about yourself and Lindsey.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Catherine’s voice was low, dangerous. If there was any kind of threat to her daughter she wanted to know. Now.
“This guy’s had twelve years in a ten by ten cell to think about this. He’s had three months on the loose to find me, watch me and learn everything about me. It’s what he does. He stalked us, knew every move we made. They found notebooks full of every detail of our lives, when we got up, went to sleep, where when and how much we ate, who we talked to even if was just hello. You can be damn sure he knows where each and every one of you live simply because we work together. So you take the uniforms and protect yourself and your daughter.” Sara was beating herself up for not thinking of it sooner. She had been about to leave without warning the blonde and if anything had happened to her or Lindsey, it would have killed the brunette before Thomas ever had a chance to get near her. At least this little scene in the parking lot had done some good.
No matter what Sara said Catherine didn’t think the guy would come after them. He had had plenty of opportunity but instead he had chosen strangers, women with no connection to the younger CSI. “We’ll be fine. It’s you that needs to worry.”
“Cath he killed five women just to say hello! Do you really think you might not be in danger too? Thomas isn’t someone you can use you’re sexuality against. He doesn’t care how beautiful you are! He’s a monster!” Sara knew she was about to lose it completely because even though they were outside in the open she was beginning to feel claustrophobic. She wanted to get away from everyone before it happened.
“God Sara! We’re back to that now? Why does that bothers you so damn much!?” This was the argument that had started the ball rolling to get Sara suspended. Catherine couldn’t understand why the younger woman was so focused on this one thing. It was pissing her off.
Sara had no control left. She grabbed the smaller woman by the arms and pulled her close so that their faces were only inches apart, her fear for the older woman blocking her normal restraint around Catherine. “Because you use it like a weapon and one day you’re going to try to use it against the wrong person and it’s going to get you hurt, or