i love GSR

and the 2nd part as to not make the top bar of this blow up with text, i know there's bound to be a better place to upload this but, whatever, though do let me know...

When Catherine saw Sara walk through the automatic doors of the airport and step into the darkness, her appearance made Catherine sigh. Her hair was pulled back, messy, showing the tiredness on her face, she wore dulled jeans and a regular tee, and when the cold night air hit her she untied the baggy sweatshirt from her waist and pulled it on. It was so different from the Sara, Catherine had been used to, had worked with, gone shopping with a few times. Granted Sara had just spent a good few hours on a plane, but Catherine was going to make sure she felt relaxed and comfortable tonight. Well as relaxed as she could be, Catherine thought, with knowledge that Gil Grissom was only a few miles away.
When Catherine had called Sara about Warrick, Sara was distraught and insisted on coming straight away, no mention of Grissom, and Catherine insisted if that be the case, she should stay with her and Lindsey, at least until she decided how long she was going to stay and found somewhere. Before she left for the airport Sara had rung Catherine, just to finalise arrangements, and Cath felt compelled to bring Grissom up, just to make sure Sara would be okay.
‘Sara, you know Gil’s going to be around…’
Sara inhaled, ‘Yea, well sure he would be, wouldn’t he. For Warrick, and working and stuff. Yea I know.’
Catherine tried again, ‘And you’re going to be okay…with him, seeing him?’
Sara fought the tears. Catherine talking about Grissom. The realisation she’d been blocking out. He was going to be there, a few miles away, a few meters away. ‘Yea, I’ll be fine. Thanks Cath, see you when I get in.’
‘I’ll call once I get to the airport okay, keep your phone on.’
‘Will do, see ya.’
‘See ya.’

Catherine popped the trunk, and got out of the SUV.
‘Sara!’ She made her way towards Sara, who grabbed her bag again and walked towards the SUV; similar to the one she used to drive when working in Las Vegas.
‘Hey Catherine. God, it’s great to see you.’ Sara released the bag to Catherine, who threw it in the trunk, and after closing turned to her a grabbed in her a hug.
‘Missed you Sara, really.’
‘Missed you too.’
They got into the SUV and drove off without another word.

‘Lindsey! Lindsey, we’re home hunny.’
Catherine locked the door behind her, and motioned for Sara to follow her down the hall. Sara, who had declined Catherine’s offer of doing so, dragged her bag behind her, while she took in Catherine’s house. She had only been here a few times, and Catherine had redone the open plan living room since she had been there for breakfast.
‘God that was over a year ago.’
‘Hmmm?’ Catherine turned her head, but continued down the hall.
‘When we had the big group breakfast here.’ Sara smiled, especially remembering Greg’s face at some of the photo’s Lindsey had revealed of her mother.
‘Oh god yea, that was a fun time.’
Catherine opened the door to their left, to reveal her spare room. ‘Here.’ She moved into the room, and pulled open the curtains while Sara sat her bag on the bed.
‘I think it was Greg’s face at those photo’s of you in college, I’ll remember for the rest of my life.’
Catherine laughed, she felt like it was before. When she could laugh with Sara. It took them a while to get there, and they had still had ups and downs but generally they were good. ‘I don’t know,’ Catherine smiled, ‘I think Gil managing to scramble the sausages and brown the eggs was a good one. He had a good cook rep until that one.’ Catherine laughed and then stopped suddenly. Sara stared blankly at the window.
She doubted the ability to cut the tension in the room with a knife. She figured a chainsaw might just about do the job. How could she have dropped her guard like that? With Sara, she had decided strictly no unnecessary Grissom. She coughed slightly and made her way to the door. ‘Why don’t you sort your self out and I’ll go find Lindsey, get some tea on. Suppose your hungry after that flight.’ Without giving Sara a chance to reply, she had pulled the door over and disappeared down the hall. Sara hadn’t planned on replying anyway, her head was away in the memories.

The group were sitting in the living room, minus Grissom, who was in the kitchen, which smelt great. Greg had joked, as usual, and the group were in stitches. Then a burning smell came from the kitchen and Grissom’s calm voice called out to them, ‘Uh, Catherine.’ Catherine had made her way into the kitchen, and after an outburst of laughter from the kitchen; the rest of the gang had made their way to see what was up. The pan and oven were both smoking and Grissom, poor Grissom, looked pretty sorry. Sara rubbed his shoulder. ‘Ah, it’s okay Grissom, we won’t let anyone know.’ She had whispered in his ear. He had turned to look at her; his face was so close, she almost…
Sara pulled herself out of the thought. She had been doing well in San Francisco. She had been filtering the thoughts, even been able to remember and laugh, without the pain. Maybe Vegas hadn’t been a good idea. She had to remember why she was here. She was here for Warrick. For her colleague and friend. She pulled off her sweatshirt and tidied her hair, before checking the mirror and heading to the kitchen.

Lindsey was sitting at the counter.
‘Hey Lindsey, good to see you again. How’s school?’
Lindsey smiled. ‘School’s, well school.’ Sara laughed.
‘Yes, I was definitely a geek. What we having?’ She nodded her head to Catherine at the hob. Catherine turned to talk to her.
‘Veggie lasagne. Sorry it’s probably very regular for you, but it was all we could think off once we remembered you were vegetarian.’
‘No that’s great, I love lasagne. Thanks for remembering.’