Bruises
By Kimmi
CSI: pairing Sara/Sofia femmeslash
Disclaimer: They only belong to me in my dreams. This story is for entertainment purposes
only, no profit is being made so there’s no reason to sue.
Summary: Sara has bruises.
Not as dark as it sounds, really.
A/N: I’m not sure why my muse insisted that Sofia
had to be with Sara in this story since I’m a C/S shipper. But I am
really
starting to like Sofia
since she
became a detective so I decided not to fight it.
Warning, this is my twisted attempt at something
resembling
humor, I suck at trying to be funny.
You’ve been warned.
“Sara what the hell happened to you!”
The brunette dropped her newly poured cup of coffee into
the
sink as her hand was grabbed and jerked up.
“Nick what are you doing?”
“Just tell me who he is and I’ll stomp him into the
ground. Have you filed a report
yet? Oh God, have you been to the
hospital? Do you need me to take
you? Who’s handling the case?”
“Calm down Nicky, take a breath before you pass
out from
lack of oxygen.” Sara cut the Texan off
when he started to turn a little blue.
“Calm down? How can
you expect me to calm down? Better yet,
how can you be so calm?” Stokes stared
wide-eyed at the woman before him.
“Yo guys, what’s the problem?” Warrick
asked as he and Catherine rushed into
the room, having heard the ruckus from down the hall.
Nick pulled the lanky brunette toward the newcomers.
“Sara’s been attacked and she’s trying to
tell me to calm down.”
As a chorus of ‘what’ in three part harmony was
heard in the
small room, Sara dug in her heels and abruptly put a stop to their
forward
progress. “What the hell are you talking
about? Where did you get a stupid idea
like that?”
Nick stumbled but quickly regained his balance. “You’ve got bruises on your wrists and
neck. If you weren’t attacked then how
do explain them?”
Sara’s hand flew to her neck in a vain attempt to cover up
the marks she thought she had concealed with makeup before coming into
work. “It’s nothing.”
Catherine stepped around her taller workmate to
get a closer
look at the blushing brunette. Sure
enough both wrists had angry looking dark bands circling them and
peeking out
from between the younger woman’s long fingers were several bruises on
her long
neck. “Sara I can’t believe you of all
people would protect a guy that’s using you as a punching bag. Tell us his name and we can make sure he
never comes near you again.”
Sara knew her friends were concerned for her safety and
she
was grateful to them but she wished that they hadn’t chosen the one
time she
didn’t need it. “Guys it’s really nothing,
okay. I haven’t been attacked and I’m
not being abused. Just let it go.”
“Sara?”
The silky smooth voice caused the brunette’s heart
to skip a
beat and her body to turn without her permission to face its owner. As the blonde detective slid towards her,
Sara felt the rest of the world fade away.
The only thing that existed, the only thing that mattered, was
the pair
of gentle blue eyes that had latched onto hers.
Soft warm hands cupped her wrists and a shiver ran down her
spine as her
body remembered exactly how the marks had come to be there.
“I am so sorry.” Sofia
and Grissom had walked into the break room just in time to hear the
brunette’s
statement. It had only taken a glance in
Sara’s direction for the blonde to see what she was referring to and a
split second
for guilt to set in.
“There’s nothing to apologize for.
They don’t even hurt.” Sara rushed
to reassure her girlfriend.
“Why didn’t you say something?” It
didn’t matter to Sofia
if they hurt or not, just the fact that they were there was enough to
fill her
with shame.
Sara pulled her wrists out of the other woman’s grasp and
entwined their hands. “Well at the time
I was rather preoccupied and thoroughly enjoying myself.
I didn’t even notice to be honest. Then
when I got called into work early and saw
them, you were still asleep or I would have shown you.
I thought my sleeves were long enough to
cover them, but since eagle eye Nick spotted them I guess they’re not.”
Heat sped up her neck and engulfed her cheeks as Sara
suddenly remembered that they were not alone.
She looked at each of her friends, taking in their shock until
she
reached her boss. Hurt and anger were
clearly displayed on Grissom’s face and she wasn’t sure which emotion
was
directed at her and which was for the detective.
“Sofia,
you did
this? You put ligature marks on Sara’s
wrists and neck?” Gil scowled as he
reached for the brunette to get her away from the blonde detective,
only to
have Sara shy away from his touch.
Sara felt her lover’s arms encircle her waist as she
retreated from the entomologist. She
might have once craved his attention, but no longer. Now
there was only one person she wanted
touching her. “Hickeys Grissom, and love
bites. Not ligatures.”
Gil felt his heart enter its death throes at her words and
the possessive hold the blonde woman had on Sara. He
gave one last ditch effort to keep it
alive. “Those bruises on your wrists
aren’t love bites, those are evidence
of violence.”
Fury replaced embarrassment in an flash at the
accusation
and Sara had to fight to keep her voice calm.
“No they aren’t. The only thing
they
indicate is that we have a healthy and adventurous se…
Wait, why am I justifying this to you? What
we do in the privacy of our bedroom is
none of your business.”
It was amazing that such small words like we
and our could inflict so much pain. Those two little
pronouns firmly
and resolutely hammered in the final nail in his coffin.
“You’re right, it’s not. As long as
it doesn’t disrupt my lab.
If another scene like this one occurs, the very least I will do
is suspend
you. Everyone get back to work!” Grissom knew he was being harsh but he
couldn’t help it. It hurt. And
he only had himself to blame. He had been
too afraid to deal with his
feelings for either woman and he had lost them both, to each other.
Catherine shook her head as her friend stormed out of the
room. She had always thought that if
Sara ever finally gave up on him and moved on it wouldn’t be pretty. Turned out she was right.
“Don’t worry about him, he’ll get over it. Eventually.
Anyway congratulations to you both and a word of advice, silk
scarves
are much easier on the skin than handcuffs.”
The blonde CSI smirked at the renewed blush on the
brunette’s cheeks before going to look for Grissom.
Once Catherine had understood that someone
wasn’t beating Sara up it had only taken a second for her to realize
what had
caused the marks on the younger woman’s pale wrists.
As the older woman sauntered out of the room Sara heard an
extremely unmanly giggle coming from behind her and she buried her face
in her
lover’s shoulder. There was no way they
were just going to let this go. Oh no,
she was in for weeks, if not months, of teasing. It
was going to be impossible for her to work
with either of two men.
“So Sara, I guess you just answered that leather or lace
question huh?” Nick couldn’t keep the
laughter out of his voice as he referenced the conversation he’d had
with the
lanky brunette her first year in Vegas.
“So the only question left now is which one of you…
“Finish that Stokes and I swear you will never be
able to
father children.” Sofia
could feel her girlfriend’s smile through her blue button down shirt at
the
threat.
“So how long have the two of you been seeing each
other?” Warrick jumped in, in an attempt
to keep his best friend in one piece.
“Three months.” Sara
answered. She knew she couldn’t hide
forever and she didn’t want anyone to think her embarrassment was
because of
who she was dating and not just because of the circumstances.
“Well as long as you’re happy, and safe, we’re
happy.” The dark CSI offered.
"Yeah, definitely.” Nick
added his voice to his friend’s. “So are
you going to tell Greg? Oh can I tell
Greg?”
The smile on the Texan’s face was the biggest and brightest
Sara had seen on him since his kidnapping.
She didn’t want to see it fade, so even though her mind was
screaming
no, her heart was saying yes loud and clear.
But he wasn’t going to get it for nothing. “On
two conditions. One, you never whisper a
word about what
happened in here to anyone. And two, you
don’t give us a hard time.”
Nick had to give that some serious thought. Was
not teasing the enigmatic brunette and
the blonde cop worth the reaction the ex-lab rat was going to have at
the
news? Of course Sara had only said he
couldn’t say anything, ‘Rick still had carte blanche.
He could just get his good buddy to do all
his dirty work for him. “Deal.”
Warrick grinned indulgently as the Texan sprinted
out of the
room, presumably in search of the newest CSI.
He turned his attention back to the brunette still wrapped in
the
blonde’s arms. “You deserve all the
happiness you can grab Sara. But let’s
get one thing straight,” his voice was hard he turned his gaze on the
detective, “you’re going to have a lot of people to answer to if you
ever do
hurt her.”
“Understood.” Though
it hadn’t been her intention and it had been far from malicious, Sofia
had harmed Sara and while she would make damn sure that it never
happened
again, the blonde was grateful that her girlfriend had so many people
looking
out for her.
“Good. Well I’m going
to go check on Nick and Greg, you two try to behave.”
Warrick winked at the women as he moved past
them, satisfied with the rosy flush on both their cheeks.
Sara watched the green eyed CSI stride down the
hall for a
moment before turning to her lover.
“It’s not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing
here? I thought you had the night off?”
“I do but I thought I’d come by and see if you wanted to
go
grab lunch with me.” Sofia
snaked her arms around the brunette’s waist and pulled Sara closer to
her. Now that the proverbial cat was out
of the
bag they didn’t have to be quite so discrete anymore.
“Well I ate on the way back from my crime scene but I am due
for a break.” Sara let her hands wander
up the blonde’s sides and across broad shoulders to bury themselves in
long
golden tresses.
“So you want to go make out in the back seat of my
car?”
“Your windows are tinted right?” Sara
grinned up at her lover. Normally she’d
never even consider doing
something like that, but since she started dating Sofia the brunette
often
found herself doing a lot of things she’d never done before.
“Yep.”
“Let’s go.”
As they walked hand in hand out of the building, Sara
could’ve sworn she heard a scream followed by a thud.
The End.