http://csi-catherine.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] csi-catherine.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-01-21 05:44 am
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And a Catherine--free of rocks--stumbles into the bar, collapses at a table, and doesn't move for a few minutes.

Her voice is nearly gone from singing, her feet are numb from dancing. She's exhausted, dazed, and in a whirl.

And she's still wearing sparkly sequined high heels.
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lvpd_sidle: (despair -- nufaciel)

[personal profile] lvpd_sidle 2006-01-21 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Shit, Cath, are you all right?"

[identity profile] csi-catherine.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
"...I don't remember what I've been doing for the past two weeks."
lvpd_sidle: (hurt -- martinisnolives)

[personal profile] lvpd_sidle 2006-01-21 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Sara gets her a sports drink and a quick meal, knowing she's badly dehydrated and in need of food.

"I don't know what happened to you or some of the others. You were...possessed, I guess is the best word, by this urge to put on a musical performance."

[identity profile] csi-catherine.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
"The urge... to put on... a musical performance...?"
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[personal profile] lvpd_sidle 2006-01-21 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
She holds up her hands. "Again, I don't know. You spoke to me once and...shit. I'm just glad that you're all right. Hank's been worried terribly about you." Unspoken is the so have Gil and I.

[identity profile] csi-catherine.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm... okay. Just..." Her eyes are holding Sara's, intensely. "Sara, I can't remember anything. All I remember is standing at the bar, listening, and then... I woke up, and I was in these--" she points to the heels, "--dancing and dancing around the room..."

She's clearly on the verge of collapse.
lvpd_sidle: (two smart women -- bathroomtalk)

[personal profile] lvpd_sidle 2006-01-21 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
Sara takes the heels off her feet--no need to risk tripping. "Come on--you need to sleep. Badly. I've already put in sick leave for you, as well as notification of vacation time so you and Hank can have an uninterrupted honeymoon. Let's get you to yours and Hank's, okay?"

[identity profile] csi-catherine.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
She can only nod as she leans heavily against Sara, burying her face in the CSI's shoulder.
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[personal profile] lvpd_sidle 2006-01-21 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
"You're gonna be okay, you hear me? You've got your key--let me get you out of here."

No worse than the times they went clubbing together.

Sara gets her out of the bar and tucked into bed, promising to tell Hank.

[identity profile] csi-catherine.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: ftb? It's pretty late, anyways *snogs thoroughly*]
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