This was the first fanfic I'd ever written in english and now I had the chance/lucky to have someone doing beta for me, and i really like the result. Thank you Nerline (a.k.a Truth7).

Disclaimers: this is a work of fanfic... I do not own the character or want to make money from this...

Please tell me what you think...

Life really is unpredictable, if anyone had told me months ago that I, Catherine Willows would be parking in front of this building about to pick-up a woman that I couldn't spend a few hours with, without wanting to kill her, I would have flat out call that person a big fat liar. Like I said, life really is without question the most unpredictable thing that the world has to offer because here I am picking up Sara Sidle, someone that I now can call a friend.

Over the past few months we have become great friends, we have gone out to the movies, gone out for drinks and she even came over my house for lunch the other day. It feels really good to finally be able to reach out to her without fear of her shutting down. I noticed in the past that she always shut down when she is sad, hurt or confuse or when people ask about her family, which I try not to do.

Although we have been friends for months now, tonight is the first time I'm going to be seeing inside her apartment because I'm picking her up to go out. We never had a night off together before, but for some reason, Grissom decided to give her the same night off as me; he didn't think he would have a problem tonight with both of us off. And I was not about to protest that decision.

I park the car and got out. I walk up the stairs to her apartment, when I reached her apartment, I knock on her door. She opened the door with a welcoming smile on her face, and gesture that I should come in and I did.

When I got inside, she invited me to sit and give her a few more minutes to finishing getting dress, as I was waiting for her, I looked around her apartment. It was a small apartment, the dining room, living room and office were all in one space, the kitchen and bedroom, were the only rooms beside the bathroom that was separated. It was small but very nice; it had her stamp, her style all over it, not only because of the color theme, orange and blue but also because of the type of furniture, forensics magazines, journal, and unbelievable amount of books, her laptop and that police scanner she can't live without, that made up the decoration of her place.

When I saw those forensics magazines, and police scanner, I couldn't help smiling and thinking, 'always a workaholic '.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting" she says, walking out off her bedroom, "I forgot to go to mall to get something to wear, so I had to pick from my closet."

"Don't worry about it. I'm in no rush. By the way I like your apartment."

"I didn't need a large place so…"

"It's cozy." I smile to let her know that she didn't have to explain herself to me. "And it came with a great view too. Tell me, am I the last one to be invited or…?"

"Grissom came after I got suspended..."

"Because of me," I said sadly, remembering our fight that played a part in that suspension.

Hearing the guilt in Catherine's voice, Sara tried to relieve her of that guilt, "It wasn't your fault Cat, I was to blame for the suspension, so forget about it, and it's our past, nothing more. Anyway Greg gave me a lift and insisted on seeing how I live. As you can tell, you're not the last one to be invited."

"I'm glad." Catherine said with a smile, clearly happy not to have been the last one invited in Sara's sanctuary. I hope I can come back here more often… it would be really great. Sara watched her smile and respond with one of her own. "Shall we go?"

"Yes, I'm ready." We left her apartment and went to the bar that I had invited her to. When I asked her to go to this place with me I was expected her to say no, because this was not our usually hang out place, we usually go to the movies or dinner, so I was pleasantly surprise when she said yes right away.

I realized three days ago that my feelings for her have change. I used to think about her only when we were in the lab together, now I think about all the time. When I go shopping, I ask myself if she will like my new outfit. At home I wonder if she would like my cooking and would she go to the park with me and Lindsey. When I'm alone in my bed, my feelings get more intensify. I feel so alone in it. I want to hear her voice, sleep beside her and make love to her. I wonder if she is alright, if she needs a hug, someone to comfort her, or just someone during the nights.

Okay, the blunt truth without all the flowering words is that: I, Catherine Willows, have fallen deeply in love with that woman. And I don't know what to do about it.

"What you're thinking?" she asks in my ear as we sat waiting for our drinks, with me looking over at the band playing, but not really hearing or seeing them. I turn around and look at her lovely brown eyes. I smile and reach for her hands, hopping that she can read more in my touch, read my feelings without me actually having to say anything out loud. I was afraid of what I could lose if she didn't feel the same way. If I don't speak my feelings out loud than maybe I can salvage whatever is left of relationship after she reject me, if she doesn't feel the same way about me.

She squeezes my hand and smile back at me. I can see something in her eyes but I don't know if it is really there or just my desperate hope for something more that is making me see things … She answered my unasked question, by lifting my chin with her fingers, bringing my face closer to hers and brushing her lips against mine. I put my hand in her hair and move closer. Her lips are so warm and sweet and I can't believe that I'm finally kissing Sara Sidle.

TBC