Title: Wednesday
By: little arsonist
Pairing: Cath/Sara
Disclaimer: not mine, never will be.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Evaluation Day
Word Count: 423 (I tried to cut it down but I couldn't.)
Challenge: Tori Amos Song Titles
Notes: Warning for character death. I wrote this to purge the idea from my brain, but I don't think it worked.

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Catherine asked Sara out on a Wednesday, only after casually joking about its unfortunate nickname, 'Hump Day', and saying what she meant to just think: "Not everyone's so lucky." She used the situation to her advantage, lowering her voice to ask, "Want to get lucky?"

Later that night, Catherine cried when Sara came under her touch for the first time. Speechless, tears clouding her vision, she rested her head on Sara's warm stomach.

"What's wrong, Cat?"

She looked up into amazing brown eyes and smiled. "Can we spend every night like this?"


i. dreamland

The pager beeping doesn't register in her sleep clouded mind until she feels the mattress dip.

"It's okay, Cat. They need me early. Convenience store robbery."

She opens her eyes enough to see Sara gathering her clothes. The alarm she set hasn't gone off so she has more time to sleep.

"See you in a few hours. Don't sleep in."

Catherine isn't sure if Sara's still in the room but whispers, "Love you, Sara."


ii. wake up

The beeping is louder this time, closer to her ear, and glancing at the alarm clock, she reaches for her pager on the bedside table. Almost nine, she knows it isn't Sara trying to wake her up.

She sits up when the phone rings, trying to answer it and read her page at the same time.

Silence punctuated by sniffling and two quivery sighs.

C. CALL NICK ASAP.

She takes a guess. "Nick? Are you okay?"

"We need you, Catherine. Something terrible...."

She clutches the receiver until pain shoots through her hand.

"Sara. She's... gone."

She doesn't move, doesn't breathe. Tears spill down her cool cheeks. She can't think right now, not about what happened or how it happened, not until she can actually find out. She's not sure how much help she'll be when her world is falling apart.

"Nick, what day is it?"



Catherine lost Sara on a Wednesday, her lover the victim of a man who would serve maximum time if she had any influence. It could've just been a mugging but he took it too far when her CSI identification fell out. He freaked out, thought she was a cop. Catherine helped her grieving team after the coroner left. The blood on the pavement broke her heart.

Later that night, she cried when Sara's voice haunted her to sleep, her words the ones she once spoke about the worst part of the job, for herself and all the victims.

"For every one that parts, one stands above ground."

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(I could've cut the words at the breaks, but I had an X-Files moment, then a Donnie Darko moment...)

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