gregsandersfan
Pathologist
When It Started
Summary: Sara did not know when it started but things were certainly going… oddly, badly, … confusingly? Sara-centric.
Chapter 1
Sara opened the fridge, disgusted to see sandwiches that seemed to be left over from last year lying in there undisturbed. The yoghurt she had put in the fridge a few days ago was still left over as well though. She grabbed it and was quick to shut the fridge again, a rather indifferent wonder on her mind whether the sandwiches were supposed to be eaten one day or were an experiment of Grissom to see how long they would have to stay in there until they started to live and walk away.
“Sara.”
The voice that interrupted her musings had come from behind, and turning around she saw Nick standing in the door to the break room. He was wearing an overall and looked as if he needed a shower very urgently.
“Is it true?” he asked, and her expression became puzzled immediately. Nick seemed downcast, so much could she see under the dirt.
“What is true?” she returned the question, looking around to find a spoon, unable to imagine what Nick could mean that let him appear so crestfallen.
“You’re leaving?” Nick questioned sadly.
It took a moment before Sara reacted at all, for Nick’s words did not make sense at first.
“What?” she shot back then. “What are you talking about? Where did you hear that?” Her tone was probably sharper than it should have been, but this sudden question astonished her.
“So it’s true?” Nick asked again, not answering her question.
“No, it’s not,” Sara replied firmly, putting down her yogurt, feeling unable to eat it now. Where on earth had Nick heard that? “Nick, I have no idea who told you that, but I’m certainly not leaving.” Nick seemed to relax a bit, his shoulders slouching down. “Unless it’s Ecklie or Grissom who told you something I don’t know about yet,” she added with a somewhat sarcastic air.
“Have you-?” Nick started.
Sara grimaced. “I haven’t done anything that would give them a reason. I think.”
Now Nick smiled. “Well, then it’s alright. I wouldn’t want you to leave.”
Sara smiled back, but her expression turned into a frown. “But Nick, honestly, who told you I was leaving?” Her glance fell on her abandoned food and it took a few moments before Nick answered.
“Greg,” he said. “He’s probably crying out his eyes right now.” He smiled sympathetically.
“Greg?” Sara exclaimed. “Has he gone nuts? Why would he tell something like that?” She took a few steps forward, thoughts rushing through her head. “I’m going to tell him something-“
“Sara,” Nick interrupted her. “I don’t think-“
He did not get to finish his intervention, for Sara was already dashing out of the break room and down the hallway, glancing left and right into the rooms she was passing in search for Greg. She could not believe he would spread something like that. On the other hand, Nick had said that Greg was upset about it, so it did not sound like he had made it up that Sara was leaving. Anyway, she would get out of him where he had gotten that idea from.
She just saw spiky hair vanishing into the locker room and was about to follow when she was once again called from behind.
“Sara.”
The brunette turned around, a strained smile on her lips. “Hey, Catherine.”
The other woman did not look amused and Sara wondered if she had heard about the leaving rumor as well. She did not think Catherine would be as heartbroken as Nick or Greg, but still, maybe she just did not like the idea either.
“Where have you been?” Catherine asked though and the last rest of Sara’s smile disappeared.
“I’ve been working on the Reeves case the whole night, took stuff to trace, gave Wendy some samples…” She frowned, wondering where she had been supposed to be and what Catherine was so irritated about.
“I paged you-,” Catherine looked at her watch, “-six hours ago to go and work a scene with Warrick out in Henderson. I called him to ask how it’s going and he told me you didn’t turn up.”
“Why didn’t he call me?” Sara shot back directly, astounded. “And I didn’t get the page.” She breathed out slowly. She had to clear this calmly, but realized that the encounter with Nick and Greg’s rumor spreading had already put her off.
“Warrick thought you’re out on another scene,” Catherine replied grumpily. “He’s been working his ass off alone, probably won’t be finished so soon.” She looked as if she was about to turn and leave Sara standing there.
“I’ll go and help him out,” Sara said, stopping Catherine in her tracks.
“This comes a little late,” the blonde replied. “Anyway, there’s another case you can take.”
“But-“ Sara started.
“What?” Catherine returned.
“Well, you just interrupted me.” Sara rolled her eyes. “As I’ve told you before, I didn’t get the page and I’m sorry Warrick had to work the scene alone.”
Catherine glared at her. “Just take this,” she said, handing her a slip of paper, before she walked off. Sara looked after her for a moment, before she turned on the spot, heading off to the locker room to see if she would still catch Greg there. The room was disappointingly empty though. Sara dropped on the bench, glancing at the slip of paper in her hand.
She certainly felt like somebody was out to get her today. She just wondered who and why, telling herself at the same time that the idea was ridiculous. While Greg might tell silly stories about her – for which he would pay later - he had definitely not had the opportunity to manipulate her pager. Actually, the pager had certainly not been tampered with at all. It was just another ridiculous idea. Catherine had probably forgotten to message her at all and was now taking it out on her, or maybe she just thought she had informed Sara.
The brunette shrugged, standing up to open the locker in front of her and taking out her jacket and vest. She put both on, preparing for what she knew was a chilly morning.
She left the locker room, glancing briefly into the direction of the labs, wondering where Greg had gone. Maybe he was out on a scene as well. It would make sense, but she really would have liked to get to talk to him as soon as possible. And if she did not know, she probably would not have the opportunity before the next night. And she certainly did not have the desire that Greg spread his stories even further. She shook her head. It was not the time to think about it now, since the young CSI was not even around, or at least not visible to her.
She turned to walk towards the exit and saw Catherine standing in the distance, frowning at her. Sara wandered off silently, wondering if the other woman was watching to see if she was actually leaving. What interesting connotations this had. Sara could almost visualize in her mind how Catherine was standing and watching to make sure that she was actually leaving the lab for good. Had she heard about the gossip as well?
Sara accelerated her steps and dashed out of the lab.
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She returned late in the morning and as she had expected there was no sign of Greg anymore at this time. She mused that he probably would have liked it to know that she was looking for him so intensively, probably not anymore though if he knew why she was doing it.
However, he had to expect it. What else would happen when he made up stuff like that?
Sara glanced at her cell phone, considering calling him, but decided to wait until she got the chance for a direct confrontation. Looking at her phone, she remembered Nick’s call earlier in the morning when she had still been out on the scene. He had told her that he was going home and had wished her a good day. It was not like he was doing this every day, so Sara figured it was still because of Greg’s stupid rumor.
She could not forget though that Nick had told her that Greg had been really upset. What was if he really believed she was leaving? And an almost equally important question was why he would believe it. In any way, she had to clear this.
Now she did not get the opportunity for it as it were only dayshift workers she was meeting along her way through the lab. Even Grissom seemed to have left by now. She did not meet him anywhere and his office was deserted as well, besides the certainly existing living things in there.
Catherine had known why he she had given Sara that case. Positively thinking, she had done so because she knew Sara would not mind working long; negatively thinking, she might have wanted to get back at her for not showing up at the scene Warrick had been working, not that it was Sara’s fault, but the brunette was not quite sure that Catherine had understood that, or had wanted to understand that.
Well, as matters where she could not do anything against it. What she could certainly do was getting back at Greg. She would make sure she’d get to talk to him tonight.
Sara drove home but the annoyances of the night still followed her. She had never been good at leaving those things behind. She still felt the sting of Catherine’s accusation and while she did not care so much what Catherine was thinking, she did care about Warrick’s impression and that had certainly been that she had just not turned up to help him for whatever reason, as she could be sure that Catherine had told him that Sara had been at the lab while Warrick had been working the scene alone.
Sara wondered if he was even already back yet, as Catherine had hinted that it was a lot of work he had to do alone. Of course, it was not like she could help him out anymore now, not even knowing where it was, as Catherine’s information about it had never reached her after all. Sara would not have been opposed to working another scene now; it would have been better than going home and probably sleeping little while brooding over Greg (in a manner he would certainly not be ecstatic about), Warrick and Catherine.
TBC
Summary: Sara did not know when it started but things were certainly going… oddly, badly, … confusingly? Sara-centric.
Chapter 1
Sara opened the fridge, disgusted to see sandwiches that seemed to be left over from last year lying in there undisturbed. The yoghurt she had put in the fridge a few days ago was still left over as well though. She grabbed it and was quick to shut the fridge again, a rather indifferent wonder on her mind whether the sandwiches were supposed to be eaten one day or were an experiment of Grissom to see how long they would have to stay in there until they started to live and walk away.
“Sara.”
The voice that interrupted her musings had come from behind, and turning around she saw Nick standing in the door to the break room. He was wearing an overall and looked as if he needed a shower very urgently.
“Is it true?” he asked, and her expression became puzzled immediately. Nick seemed downcast, so much could she see under the dirt.
“What is true?” she returned the question, looking around to find a spoon, unable to imagine what Nick could mean that let him appear so crestfallen.
“You’re leaving?” Nick questioned sadly.
It took a moment before Sara reacted at all, for Nick’s words did not make sense at first.
“What?” she shot back then. “What are you talking about? Where did you hear that?” Her tone was probably sharper than it should have been, but this sudden question astonished her.
“So it’s true?” Nick asked again, not answering her question.
“No, it’s not,” Sara replied firmly, putting down her yogurt, feeling unable to eat it now. Where on earth had Nick heard that? “Nick, I have no idea who told you that, but I’m certainly not leaving.” Nick seemed to relax a bit, his shoulders slouching down. “Unless it’s Ecklie or Grissom who told you something I don’t know about yet,” she added with a somewhat sarcastic air.
“Have you-?” Nick started.
Sara grimaced. “I haven’t done anything that would give them a reason. I think.”
Now Nick smiled. “Well, then it’s alright. I wouldn’t want you to leave.”
Sara smiled back, but her expression turned into a frown. “But Nick, honestly, who told you I was leaving?” Her glance fell on her abandoned food and it took a few moments before Nick answered.
“Greg,” he said. “He’s probably crying out his eyes right now.” He smiled sympathetically.
“Greg?” Sara exclaimed. “Has he gone nuts? Why would he tell something like that?” She took a few steps forward, thoughts rushing through her head. “I’m going to tell him something-“
“Sara,” Nick interrupted her. “I don’t think-“
He did not get to finish his intervention, for Sara was already dashing out of the break room and down the hallway, glancing left and right into the rooms she was passing in search for Greg. She could not believe he would spread something like that. On the other hand, Nick had said that Greg was upset about it, so it did not sound like he had made it up that Sara was leaving. Anyway, she would get out of him where he had gotten that idea from.
She just saw spiky hair vanishing into the locker room and was about to follow when she was once again called from behind.
“Sara.”
The brunette turned around, a strained smile on her lips. “Hey, Catherine.”
The other woman did not look amused and Sara wondered if she had heard about the leaving rumor as well. She did not think Catherine would be as heartbroken as Nick or Greg, but still, maybe she just did not like the idea either.
“Where have you been?” Catherine asked though and the last rest of Sara’s smile disappeared.
“I’ve been working on the Reeves case the whole night, took stuff to trace, gave Wendy some samples…” She frowned, wondering where she had been supposed to be and what Catherine was so irritated about.
“I paged you-,” Catherine looked at her watch, “-six hours ago to go and work a scene with Warrick out in Henderson. I called him to ask how it’s going and he told me you didn’t turn up.”
“Why didn’t he call me?” Sara shot back directly, astounded. “And I didn’t get the page.” She breathed out slowly. She had to clear this calmly, but realized that the encounter with Nick and Greg’s rumor spreading had already put her off.
“Warrick thought you’re out on another scene,” Catherine replied grumpily. “He’s been working his ass off alone, probably won’t be finished so soon.” She looked as if she was about to turn and leave Sara standing there.
“I’ll go and help him out,” Sara said, stopping Catherine in her tracks.
“This comes a little late,” the blonde replied. “Anyway, there’s another case you can take.”
“But-“ Sara started.
“What?” Catherine returned.
“Well, you just interrupted me.” Sara rolled her eyes. “As I’ve told you before, I didn’t get the page and I’m sorry Warrick had to work the scene alone.”
Catherine glared at her. “Just take this,” she said, handing her a slip of paper, before she walked off. Sara looked after her for a moment, before she turned on the spot, heading off to the locker room to see if she would still catch Greg there. The room was disappointingly empty though. Sara dropped on the bench, glancing at the slip of paper in her hand.
She certainly felt like somebody was out to get her today. She just wondered who and why, telling herself at the same time that the idea was ridiculous. While Greg might tell silly stories about her – for which he would pay later - he had definitely not had the opportunity to manipulate her pager. Actually, the pager had certainly not been tampered with at all. It was just another ridiculous idea. Catherine had probably forgotten to message her at all and was now taking it out on her, or maybe she just thought she had informed Sara.
The brunette shrugged, standing up to open the locker in front of her and taking out her jacket and vest. She put both on, preparing for what she knew was a chilly morning.
She left the locker room, glancing briefly into the direction of the labs, wondering where Greg had gone. Maybe he was out on a scene as well. It would make sense, but she really would have liked to get to talk to him as soon as possible. And if she did not know, she probably would not have the opportunity before the next night. And she certainly did not have the desire that Greg spread his stories even further. She shook her head. It was not the time to think about it now, since the young CSI was not even around, or at least not visible to her.
She turned to walk towards the exit and saw Catherine standing in the distance, frowning at her. Sara wandered off silently, wondering if the other woman was watching to see if she was actually leaving. What interesting connotations this had. Sara could almost visualize in her mind how Catherine was standing and watching to make sure that she was actually leaving the lab for good. Had she heard about the gossip as well?
Sara accelerated her steps and dashed out of the lab.
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She returned late in the morning and as she had expected there was no sign of Greg anymore at this time. She mused that he probably would have liked it to know that she was looking for him so intensively, probably not anymore though if he knew why she was doing it.
However, he had to expect it. What else would happen when he made up stuff like that?
Sara glanced at her cell phone, considering calling him, but decided to wait until she got the chance for a direct confrontation. Looking at her phone, she remembered Nick’s call earlier in the morning when she had still been out on the scene. He had told her that he was going home and had wished her a good day. It was not like he was doing this every day, so Sara figured it was still because of Greg’s stupid rumor.
She could not forget though that Nick had told her that Greg had been really upset. What was if he really believed she was leaving? And an almost equally important question was why he would believe it. In any way, she had to clear this.
Now she did not get the opportunity for it as it were only dayshift workers she was meeting along her way through the lab. Even Grissom seemed to have left by now. She did not meet him anywhere and his office was deserted as well, besides the certainly existing living things in there.
Catherine had known why he she had given Sara that case. Positively thinking, she had done so because she knew Sara would not mind working long; negatively thinking, she might have wanted to get back at her for not showing up at the scene Warrick had been working, not that it was Sara’s fault, but the brunette was not quite sure that Catherine had understood that, or had wanted to understand that.
Well, as matters where she could not do anything against it. What she could certainly do was getting back at Greg. She would make sure she’d get to talk to him tonight.
Sara drove home but the annoyances of the night still followed her. She had never been good at leaving those things behind. She still felt the sting of Catherine’s accusation and while she did not care so much what Catherine was thinking, she did care about Warrick’s impression and that had certainly been that she had just not turned up to help him for whatever reason, as she could be sure that Catherine had told him that Sara had been at the lab while Warrick had been working the scene alone.
Sara wondered if he was even already back yet, as Catherine had hinted that it was a lot of work he had to do alone. Of course, it was not like she could help him out anymore now, not even knowing where it was, as Catherine’s information about it had never reached her after all. Sara would not have been opposed to working another scene now; it would have been better than going home and probably sleeping little while brooding over Greg (in a manner he would certainly not be ecstatic about), Warrick and Catherine.
TBC