Okay, here's chapter 2. I was supposed to type it up yesterday but I ended up having a nerf war with my friends.

Walking into her hotel suite Catherine sighed tiredly and dropped her purse and badge tiredly onto the little table, she made her way to the closet and opened it, she quickly punched in the number on the little safe and placed her holster gun and her back up into the safe and closed it again before making her way into the bathroom. She turned the shower on and stripped off her clothing, leaving it in a pile in the middle of the floor, and stepped under the spray of water.

She wanted to was h away the day's events. Seeing him and working so closely to him had been harder than she had imagined it would be, he had been nothing but polite and professional but having known him as well as she once did she could feel the tension bubbling underneath his calm facade. She knew that seeing her was having much the same effect on him as it was on her. It wasn't made any easier by the fact that the last time they had seen each other was as she tried to find all of her clothes and dress again after a passionate night in his bed.

They hadn't planned on having sex, she had only gone over to return a few of his belongings that he had left at her place and one thing led to another, which had led to them arguing about Catherine's motives for taking the job. Harsh words were spoken and names from the past were dragged up, one particular name that made Catherine whip around and glare at him. She told him once again that they had never slept together, he had come close to kissing her but that was it. Then she had grabbed her jacket off the back of the couch and stormed out of his house. The next day she was gone from Vegas.

Rinsing the shampoo out of her hair she finished her shower and climbed out, dried her body with the hotel towel and pulled her nightgown on over her head. Quietly she padded out to the bedroom and has carefully as she could she slid into bed underneath the covers. Carefully she turned so she was curled on her side and looked at the reason she didn't want to discuss her life. Reaching over she carefully brushed the wavy brown hair off of the little girls face.

Shuffling closer she hugged the girl close and kissed her forehead, she hoped they could get through this case and leave without anyone finding out her secret.

She was just drifting off to sleep, in that wonderfully blissful stage where reality becomes dreams and anything is possible, when knocking rang out and pulled her back into the real world. Grumbling she rolled over and pulled the pillow over her head, whoever it was could come back later, preferably at a decent hour when she was awake.

When the knocking didn't cease but instead got louder Catherine threw the pillow off in a huff and stomped her way to the door, whoever it was disturbing her sleep was about to be met with a very cranky Catherine.

Greg jumped back when the door flew open and an extremely pissed off Catherine snapped a hushed. "What?!"

Catherine immediately softened and a sense of dread came over her upon seeing Greg, Nick and Sara standing on the other side of the door with arms full of beer and a pizza balanced precariously on top of the bottles on Sara's arms. She unconsciously took a step forward and pulled the door behind her in an attempt to block off her room, and her secret, from the curious eyes watching her. She didn't want to disappoint them and under normal circumstances she would love to have beer and pizza with her old friends but she couldn't risk them finding out about the child sleeping peacefully in her bed.

Her friends however had a different idea and pushed past her into the room and each took various seated positions. Catherine quickly followed them and quietly closed the door that separated the bedroom from the rest of the suite, she was silently thankful that she had decided to indulge in a suite.

Greg had made himself comfy on the sofa, Sara sat opposite him in the matching chair while Nick was sat leaning against the wall with his legs stretched out in front of him. Each with a beer in their hands and one waiting for Catherine.

Taking a seat next to Greg she accepted the beer and took a sip, hoping that the noise wouldn't wake the child.

They hadn't been talking for long when the door squeaked open and a tiny face peered around the corner, all eyes turned to face the child and she called for her mother.

Catherine slowly rose to her feet and lifted the little girl into her arms; she hugged her close and whispered words of comfort. Over her mother's shoulders the little girls eyes peered curiously at the other people in the room, she wasn't used to having visitors, it had always been just her and her mom.

A throat being cleared caused Catherine to turn around and look at them; she knew they were expecting answers. Taking a deep breath she moved the girl so she was resting on her hip and stroked her messy brown waves, a look of tender love crossing her face as she looked at the child. "This is Aimee, my daughter."