Title: Unanswered Prayers
Author: Sky_Tye
PAIRING: Cath/Sara
Rating: Mild R
Disclaimer: Not mine. I just steal them away every other weekend for a quickie or two.
Summary: Sara Sidle and God usually go together in my mind.

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Sara Sidle and God usually go together in my mind.

Actually, it was more like Sara's name spoken in a prayer to God. And they all ran along the lines of 'Oh Lord, when will she finally be out of my life?'

When she had first entered the lab, a small smile of cocky confidence that she was one of Grissom's prized pupils lighting her face, all ready to go and nab Warrick for a mistake, a grievous mistake, but a mistake, I had prayed to God that soon she would be gone and no longer messing up the fine balance the team had fallen into.

But then again, when did God, or Sara for that matter, ever listen to someone else's orders?

The next time I talked to God about Sara was when I noticed the puppy-like quality coming out in her every time Grissom was mentioned. The mantra changed to praying that she'd give up and leave *my* Grissom alone.

That didn't work either. Instead, she managed to take root and make herself the latest teacher's pet Gil Grissom had. She also found a way to get Warrick and Nick to warm up to her. Not to add that the janitor had to mop up the drool puddling at Greg's feet every time she walked into the same room. Me, I stayed the same, oh I threw on a cordial outward appearance so Grissom wouldn't lecture me about petty differences but I still disliked her and everything about her. In my prayers I tossed in that I would pick up my dying faith again if God would only just get rid of her and soon.

Did that work? Of course not. She had even nabbed Lindsey with her charms and not too long after a late night with Mom at the lab my precious little angel was wondering when the next time Sara could come over was.

Did I mention I hated her?

A year passed and she didn't leave so I was resigned to the fate of having her around. I even grew accustom to her unwavering loyalty to work. Hell, we even had breakfast after shift because she would be the only one remaining after I pulled myself out of my office with red-rimmed eyes after a case dealing with a child.

Then Eddie happened. Well, his death happened. And once again God was the shrink listening to all the woes I could offer up about Sara Sidle and my life. I tossed away all the good feelings I connected with her and vowed to never ever allow her any light in my eyes.

That was my last prayer. Well, my last normal semblance of one at least.

Now it's more like a thankful chant of 'God Sara,' every time she runs her tongue over that one spot in the hollow of my neck just before she nips the skin. And occasionally I'll throw in 'Jesus' as well; especially when she looks up at me with those chocolate-brown eyes darkened with lust as her fingers roll over inside of me. And her smile has the effect of a summer morning just when the sun is rising over the ridge of the mountains and reminds me that sometimes the greatest gift God gave me was my unanswered prayer.

And you know what? When she breathes out 'Catherine' after I kiss her senseless during the middle of a shift break-- I think she's offering up prayers of thanks too.

"Sometimes I thank God
for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talking
to the man upstairs.
Just because he doesn't answer,
doesn't mean he don't care.
Some of God's greatest gifts
are unanswered prayers."

Fini.

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