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[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

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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[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

"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]

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?"

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

She can only nod as she leans heavily against Sara, burying her face in the CSI's shoulder.

[lvpd_sidle]

"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.

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

[ooc: ftb? It's pretty late, anyways *snogs thoroughly*]