Title: Fire Down Below
By: lewis771750
Pairing: Cath/Sara
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Marg/Jorja film titles
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: They are not mine. I know it, you know it, and they know I know it. I took them out to play and put a smile on their faces.
Words: 400

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That day started like too many days did then, with a huge, screaming argument. About whose turn it was to take the trash out. Who’d of thought it would come to this, and so quickly too. All that passion and love that we’d had and we were arguing about the most trivial things, never quite clearing the air, never quite throwing things, but getting closer every time.

Work made it worse. It made sense for us to investigate this crime, robbery of altar goods in the chapel of a convent. The nuns had taken vows only to speak to other women and God, and whilst we could we would make the investigation easy on them and honour their beliefs. So there we were, some of the anger still lingering and forced to work together with no one else there to keep us from sniping at each other.

Then came the disaster. I’d found signs of forced entry through a door. The door to the vestry as it turns out, although I didn’t know it then. So I went through and started examining the room. We’re trained to look for everything, collect it all, so when I saw a wire lying on the floor I bent down to examine it more closely. I swear, in fact I will testify under oath soon, that I never touched it, the turbulence from my breath made it move. That movement was enough to trigger the incendiary bomb left as a booby trap in the crypt.

The first I knew of this was your scream as flames leapt from the grilles around the sides of the church. The fire-fighters say that when they got here there were two nuns holding me back, stopping me diving into the fire to try and rescue you. The paramedic was stunned I was conscious I’d inhaled so much smoke and had such severe burns.

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I woke up in Desert Palms burns ward. It was hard to move, but sat next to my bed was Grissom, asleep. I tried to speak to him when my voice died. In the next bed along was a head that I knew, even with the singed hair and the burns. Your chest moved, no ventilator even, you were alive!

Suddenly it was all forgiven, all forgotten. We were both still here. We could work it out. No arguments since then, but we’re still together.

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