It's just a silly getting together fic. I don't know how long it will be, but I do know I'll switch between first and third person.

This is my first posted fic, so be gentle. I also have no spell check, so I'm sorry for all the errors.

Disclamer: I don't own. If I did I wouldn't be putting all the hot young brunetts with the creepy old men.

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SARA:

Look at her. The way she tosses back her strawberry blonde hair as she shamelessly flirts with the guys. I'm sure that each one of them think it's special for them: her body language. The bed room eyes. The coy comments. Like always she looks perfect: Her hair perfectly styled, her make up put on flawlessly. You'd never be able to guess her age, but looks get you no where in this field. Well that's what I thought until that case with that up and coming show girl. It was high profile, and suposed to be mine. The bastard wanted into Catherine's pants. He should have just bought her a drink...

Right now I'm just sitting in my cornor of the break room, sipping on my life suport that is coffee. My shit brown eyes sunken from lack of sleep, and my stringy brown hair lazily tied back. I'm staring at a forensics magazine. Not really reading, but trying to avoid everyone. I've never been good at small talk. I always just spurt out random facts about this and that. I let out a yawn and stretch a little.

CATHEINE:

I've just asked Greg if he's still dating that girl with the green eyes when my very own eyes catch a glimps of Sara stretching her arms upwards, revealing a strip of toned skin. Despite the...Bad blood between us, I can admit she's not the worse looking person on this planet.

"Catherine?" Greg asks. I snap my attention back towards him and quickly say what I think is the right responce to whatever he just said. "I'm happy for you." Nice Willows. I instantly catch the cocked eye brow and get what he said. "She wasn't good enough for you anyway." I add in a husky voice so he is too distracted to realise I wasn't paying attention.

GRISSOM:

I walk into the breakroom, happy that all my little worker bees are here. I Give Warrick and Greg a DB in the desert, and reward Nick's hard work with a solo case. And I look at the remaining two. "Ladies, You've got a DB in henderson" I've forgoten how mad Catherine gets when I give her cases far away. I also forgot that death glare of hers. Scares the shit out of me.