This is an idea I always had watching this episode, I always wondered what happened during that drink. Enjoy!!!

Chapter 2:

Sara knew this was it, this was the end of her hope to have Grissom as her own, to hold him, to kiss him, to make love to him only as two people as truly in love they were could. She darted into the locker-room her head filled with thoughts of the last few months, with Melissa, with Hank and now Grissom too.

The evening she realised Hank had not been so faithful, she had found herself with an unlikely confidant;

“Yeah she’s really something.” Uttering those words still stung as Sara walked out of P.D. She dug her hands into her pockets a habit she had developed as a child, a coping mechanism. She climbed into Catherine’s SUV, glad of the comfort it brought. She knew Catherine knew, Catherine had known from the moment Sara walked back into the lab having visited, Elaine.

“You….got plans?” Catherine knew the answer before she even asked.

“Nope”

“You wanna get a beer?”

“Drive.” The small knowing smile that passed between them, both appreciated as a sign their differences although never spoken were finally laid to rest.

That beer had turned into several and having tucked Lindsey safely into bed Catherine had sat Sara down and demanded she tell her everything. That Sara had done, confiding in the woman she suspected had once seen her as a threat. Catherine listened as Sara recalled that first coffee she and Grissom had shared. Her joy when Grissom had called her to Vegas, “Sara I need you.” Not the last time he had uttered those words. But that first moment Sara knew had planted a seed that had flourished and blossomed into the love she felt today. Sara discovered Catherine was a good listener. She sighed and nodded in the right places while never seeming to idly dismiss a single syllable. Catherine listened as Sara laid out her argument on Hank, knowing deep down he was only an attempt to shake Grissom out of his indifference. A point Catherine had thought to herself that Gil had been the only one in the whole lab oblivious to.

Sara now thought that night had led directly to the disaster that was this evening.

She kept herself composed until she reached her car. Then the tears came, cold, wet heavy tears soaking the front of her top. Pulling up the hand brake she drove.

Opening the door of her apartment she allowed its cool comfort sink into every bone, Home at last. She pulled the closest menu from her fridge ordering take out, and reaching in she grabbed a beer. Some comfort at least after the awful evening, the total disaster of the last day.