Title Bad Thoughts Author: Amy (js1n2001@yahoo.com) Rating: PG-13 for the direction it will go, NC-17 for when it gets there. Pairing: Catherin/Sara Archive: If you think it's good enough, let me know and it's yours. Feedback: Is essential. This is my first fic, and if you don't like it let me know. Think it can be done better? Let me know. Want to read more, let me know. Spoilers: Not specific, but very vaguely Crash and Burn. You'll see. Disclaimer: I own none of the CSI characters. If I did, I wouldn't have to post my ideas about them to a website, I'd be writing scripts at my palatial mansion in Cali. If you want to sue, go ahead, but you won't get anything so you might as well not try. Now that that's out ot the way, remember this is my first fanfic. Feedback will determine if I write more, and if I continue with this story, so help me out even if you absolutely hate it. ********************************************************************* Sara had arrived at the scene and talked with Brass for a couple of minutes before heading in to collect evidence. She had just ducked under the crime scene tape as Catherine pulled up in her Tahoe. Great, Sara thinks to herself, I get to work the scene with Catherine. Just what I needed right now. Oh well, suck it up Sara, don't let her notice. "What have we got?" Catherine asked, not noticing the introspective look on Sara's face. "Neighbor called in a DB. Seems the mail had piled up and the `garbage' began to smell, so she came over to check it out. Found the garage door open about three feet. She tried knocking on the door and calling out the vics name, but got no answer, so she crawled in under the garage door. Found the body just as it is. Says she didn't touch anything, seems she likes to watch crime shows on CourtTV and thinks she's a junior detective or something. Brass is talking with her now." Sara pointed in the direction of Brass, who was talking with an obviously over-excited neighbor. Catherine chuckled at the sight, knowing that Brass would end up slightly irritated at the seemingly know-it-all neighbor. "So who does Ms. Detective think our murderer is?" "Well, apparently the vic here has some bad blood running between her and her oldest son. He's still pissed about the divorce and takes his father's side on everything. Brass is getting more details now." Catherine and Sara started collecting the evidence around the garage area and before long had made it to the victim, who was laying face down in a large pool of dried blood, in the doorway connecting the home to the garage. There were large stab wounds on the victims back, but no blood surrounding the wounds. Sara began snapping pictures and mentioned the wounds to Catherine. "What do you think? Post-mortem?", Sara said as she snapped more pictures of the body. "Could be since there's no visible blood on the clothing. But we'll have to wait until Doc gets a look at her before we're sure. Look at the size of the wounds, that was one large knife our killer stuck in her back. Butcher, maybe?" "Probably. Lets get inside and see if maybe we were lucky and the killer left the knife in the kitchen." With that, the two CSI's went inside the house and processed the remainder of the scene. They were just heading back to the lab when the assistant coroner pulled up to take away the body. (Back at HQ) Grissom had pulled Sara and Catherine into a conference room to discuss the evidence. "So, you have a vic with large knife wounds in her back and I hear Greg's looking at a butcher knife that you found inside the house." "Yeah," Sara said, "but I personally don't hold out much hope for the knife." "Care to explain why?" "Well, the visible wounds on the vics back had no blood on her shirt. And the knife only had small traces of blood on it. But the body was lying in a pool of dried blood. I think the weapon would have more blood on it, even if the killer cleaned it." "If you don't think this is the knife, then where do you suggest we look for it?" "I think the killer might have taken with him. Maybe he wanted a little reminder. Maybe he panicked at the amount of blood and just decided to run, and took it with him." Catherine was lost in thought. She looked as if she might be focusing on something in the file folder in front of her, but in truth she was thinking about Sara. I wonder how she's holding up? She took Hank's cheating on her a lot better than I would have. Maybe her heart wasn't really in that relationship. Maybe I should ask her how she's doing. Don't get your hopes up Catherine. Gil suddenly snapped her out of her reverie. "Catherine? What do you think for motive? You seem pretty involved in that file." "This is a report from Brass on what the neighbor had to say and some background on our vic. Apparently the vic, Jessica Freese, was married for over twenty years to a Scott Freese, and abruptly divorced him two years ago. The older son, Jonathan, is 19 and had moved into an apartment closer to the University. Living with Jessica were two younger children, Annabelle and Scott Jr., twins, age 12. Conveniently, the children were spending two weeks with their father at the time of the murder." "Hey, the neighbor said there was bad blood between Jessica and the older son, Jonathan. Did she explain any of that to Brass?" inquired Sara. "Just that she knows that the son is unhappy with the divorce, which he feels Jessica surprised his father with. According to the neighbor, Jonathan can be heard yelling at his mother that things were perfectly fine before the divorce and that there was no reason for the divorce. The neighbor also says that Jessica remained calm, at least not yelling like her son, and only once raised her voice and said `I couldn't live that lie anymore'." Just then Sara's pager beeped. "Greg. I'll be in the lab." She said curtly and hurried off to see if Greg had anything useful for her. "What have you got for me Greg?" Sara came into the lab and asked of Greg. "Just that the DNA on the knife from your scene doesn't match the vic or your suspect. And before you go asking, I ran the tests and the blood doesn't seem to have a familial relationship either. Looks like you need to find a different knife Sara, this one didn't kill your vic." "Dammit, that was the only knife at the scene that showed any traces of blood." Sara said, mostly to herself, a little miffed about the information Greg had just given her. "Sorry Sara. You're just going to have to look elsewhere then. The killer probably just took it with him. "Hey Greg? You think you could run the DNA through CODIS for me? Just in case?" "Sure thing Sara." Sara walked out of the lab silently cursing herself for being right about the knife. Now they had to search for the weapon, but before they would even know where to start, they would need to find a likely suspect. The son was looking better and better. Sara silently walked past the conference room she was in earlier with Catherine and Grissom. She looks so beautiful sitting there. I never noticed how her eyes light up when she discusses a case. I wonder if her eyes light up like that when she…..Bad thoughts, Sara, bad thoughts. Get back to work. "So who's talking to who then?" Grissom inquired of Catherine as they both got up to leave the conference room. Catherine watched as Sara walked past the conference room. If only she knew what I feel about her. Would I maybe have a chance? I've seen the way she looks at Grissom when she thinks no one notices. There is a look of longing in her eyes that I can only hope will someday be directed at me. Not missing a beat, she quickly answered Grissoms' question. "Brass is going to speak with Jonathan, and Sara and I will talk with Scott Freese. I am intrigued about what Jessica might have meant about living a lie. There might be something to that." "Sounds like you are on top of things. I'm working with Warrick and Nick on a robbery-homicide at the Tangiers. Page me if you need anything." Grissom said as he left the room. On top of things. Wish I was on top of her. Bad thoughts, Catherine, bad thoughts. Focus on this case and stop thinking of her. Catherine went down the hall to get Sara from her office and head out to Scott Freese's place. Sara was unusually quiet on the ride and stared out the window, presumably thinking, on the way to the Freese residence. Catherine kept stealing glances at Sara on the ride over. She has such a pained look on her face. I wonder if kissed her if that would take away the pain. I know it would help mine. Bad thoughts, focus on work. Oh, the hell with work. As they pulled up to Mr. Freese's residence, Catherine couldn't help but as, "Sara is everything okay? You seem kind of quiet and focused. And there's this look on your face and in your eyes. I've seen it before, it's a look of pain. And to be quite honest, that look doesn't go well with your beautiful face. Is there anything I can do to help?" Without knowing it, that last part came out in a husky voice that startled Sara, along with the blush that was slowly creeping up Catherine's neck and face. "Uh, no. I, uh, think I'm just tired today." Stupid, Sara, stupid. Catherine's seen you run on less than three hours sleep and work a complete double shift without batting an eyelash. How could I possibly tell her that for some reason, working so close with her on this case is driving me nuts? I can smell her, a smell unique to Catherine. I know she doesn't wear perfume, but she smells like lavender and cinnamon. Must be her shampoo or something. Whatever it is, it is causing thoughts that are purely not work related. She would help alright. She can let me kiss those soft beautiful lips…Wait, did she just say I was beautiful? Did I hear that right? "That's definitely not what's wrong with you today. When we finish shift today, I'm going to take you for breakfast and figure you out Sara Sidle." The determined look on Catherine's face told Sara that there was no way Catherine would take no for an answer. ********************************************************************* So that's it, my first fic. What do you think? Do I continue?