I kinda know where I'm going with this, I just need to figure out the details! Hope you enjoy.

I don't own CSI or any of the characters.

Chapter Two

It's been about a month since Sara first introduced me to her team, and I've not really seen them since. It's understandable, I mean, they work the weirdest shift times ever. Luckily for me, I don't have to work much, every once in a while I just pop in to the club I own, see what's happening. So I'm usually around whenever Sara is free. Which is rarely. But tonight, Sara, Catherine, Greg, Warrick and Nick have been given the night off for "team building" or something like that. So tonight, I've arranged the VIP room in my club for us.

"Jen!" Sara must be done in the shower. I ran upstairs to the bedroom, "So what exactly are we doing tonight?" It takes me a while for her words to enter my head as there is my Sara, wrapped in a very small towel, her body still damp and hear hair clinging to her neck.

"Errrrrrrrm," I said as my eyes travelled her body. Shit. I forget how long her legs are sometimes.

"Jen! For god's sake woman!" Sara joked, bringing me out of my appreciative, but obvious, stare.

"Sorry, you're just gorgeous." I shrugged, walking over to her and wrapping my arms around her. "Well tonight, we're going to my club and we're going to the VIP room and we're going to have a good time."

"Jen that's too much-" I held up a hand, stopping her mid-ramble.

"I'm not going to lose money, my business is not going to fall because of this one occurrence. Stop worrying!" She really can get ahead of herself sometimes, her brain rushes straight to the possible problems rather than the positive aspect of it. She purses her lips together.

"Free drinks?" I laugh.

"For you." I grin. "Free drinks for everyone. I hope they like champagne…" Sara pulls me close.

"You really pulled out all the stops to make this special, didn't you?"

"Maybe." I smile coyly. "Right. You need to get dressed before I make us really late." I stepped away from Sara and walked toward the bathroom.

"I don't mind being late." I turned around and she dropped the towel from her body. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. I'm pretty sure my jaw hit the ground as fast as her towel did. I look at my watch.

"We really don't have time. Unless… You help me shower." I took her walking toward me and dragging me to the bathroom as a yes.

"Have you phoned the guys?" I asked Sara, we were in the cab on the way to Sugar, my club.

"Yeah everyone's waiting outside." As the lights from the strip danced through the cab windows, I took in my girlfriend's beauty. Her hair was natural, curly and shoulder length, framing her beautiful face. She was wearing the tightest vest I've ever seen anyone wear, black skin-tight jeans and a leather jacket which matched her biker boots. Shit. She's so fucking sexy. "What are you looking at?" She asked me, quietly.

"My sexy woman." She cocked one eyebrow and pursed her lips.

"You're not too bad yourself." I looked down at myself. Sara and I love our skin-tight clothes. I had on a flowing black blouse, which was ever so slightly see through, skin-tight leather trousers and my trusty black wedges, which put me the same height as Sara. As soon as the cab pulled up, I saw Warrick and Nick. I passed the driver a twenty and followed Sara toward them. We were greeted by wolf-whistles.

"Damn girls, you look great!" Sara blushed and smiled, so adorable! It was then I noticed Catherine. Wow. She was wearing a dark green, tight, strapless dress. It hugged her body all the way down to her knees. It's hard to believe she actually has a child.

"We all ready?" I asked as I moved to the front of our group. Everyone followed me to the door, "Hey Tony!" I was instantly picked up and lifted almost over his head. "Tony! Put me down!" I shrieked. He gently brought me back down to earth.

"I'm sorry Sugar." Oh no. I hope no one heard him call me that. I glossed over it.

"Is the VIP room ready for us?" He nodded,

"Sure is!" He stepped aside and opened the door for us.

"Thanks Tony!" I kissed his cheek with a big 'mwah' and entered. "Follow me guys." I shouted over the thumping bass. Once we all arrived in the slightly quieter VIP room, Greg was the first to ask why we were here. "Well, this is my club. I own it. Welcome to Sugar!" Everyone seemed surprised that I owned my own club.

"Why's it called Sugar?" Asked Warrick.

"And didn't that big guy outside call you Sugar?" Asked Nick. Well shit. I knew they would've heard, I mean, they're trained investigators. I cleared my throat and fidgeted slightly in my seat. I looked up and met Sara's eyes when I felt a cooling hand on my back. Ah fuck it, they might as well know.

"Well. When I was a lot younger, I was a dancer. My stage name was Sugar. Once I got out of that mess and sobered myself up," This was met by confused looks, "Oh, I was on quite a few drugs… Anyway, once I sorted myself out, I decided I wanted to make something of myself. So I got a shitty job bartending and saved up all my tips and wages and, with some help, I was finally able to open this place. I'm not really ashamed of it, I did what I had to do to survive, it's just a bit of a heavy topic to discuss on a night out." I smiled at everyone. "Any more questions?" I asked, jokingly.

"You were a dancer…" That was more of a statement than a question, and surprisingly, it came from Catherine. I nodded.

"Yup. A good one too. Made a lot of money." I sipped my beer. There was no need for me to say that. Why on earth can't I just keep my mouth shut?

"Where did you dance?"

"A lot of different clubs. Mainly I worked in Redrum," She looked confused, "Oh it's shut down now. I'm not surprised. Dancing wasn't the only thing that happened in there."

"I know Redrum. My father owned it." Shit. I've probably offended her. Thankfully it was just me and Catherine in this conversation. Sara was talking to the guys but her hand was still on my back.

"Your father is Sammy Braun?!" She nodded, "I didn't mean to offend or anything Catherine-" She held up a hand.

"I know what Redrum was like, I used to dance there myself." I wasn't expecting that.

"You danced?!" She laughed at my shock.

"Yeah, a long, long time ago. It was to put myself through college. I got a bit sidetracked with… Some of the other things that world had to offer."

"Drugs?" She nodded. "We all have a past, and we made our futures." I'm proud of what I've become from what I was, she should be too!

"It's just… Some days, when I don't feel as strong, there's this urge to… You know… Use again." I nod, there's not a day that goes by where I don't think of using.

"And have you ever given in?" She shook her head, "Well there you go then. It's hard work, you have to be constantly strong to not give in to that urge. You're strong." This just got really deep and emotional out of no where. I think she felt it too and smiled awkwardly at me.

"So, how long have you owned Sugar?" I smiled, relieved that she changed the topic.

"Almost 4 years now." It doesn't feel like it's been that long at all.

"Wow. Has it really been around that long? I used to come here a lot, when I had more free time." That's surprising. I play it cool though.

"Oh wow! No way!" We laugh and join the conversation with Sara and the boys. I stay on the edge of the conversation and think about what Catherine told me. It's weird that she used to come here a lot. I mean, Sugar is a gay club. Obviously straight people come here but… It's predominantly lesbians. I look at Catherine and she's staring at Sara. And Sara isn't even talking. She's listening to some story Nick's telling. I look back to Catherine. She's still staring at Sara with this longing look on her face. What the fuck?! I nudge Sara in the side and as soon as she looks at me, I almost kiss her face off. She pulls back, gasping for air.

"What was that for?" She laughs. I shrug. 'Because I can.' I think while I sneak a glance at Catherine. I see this look of pure rage pass over her face, then she looks at me and smiles like I hadn't just watched her eye-bang my girlfriend. I stand up and take Sara's hand, pulling her up to me.

"Come and dance with me." She grabs her beer and I grab mine, "You guys coming to dance?" I ask, everyone seems fairly happy at this prospect and I know I am. I have a little experiment… I know Sara is a sexy dancer, and I just want to see how Catherine reacts to that. I'm fairly sure she is attracted to my girlfriend, and Sara being Sara, she is probably completely unaware that Catherine has any feelings for her at all.

I order shots of tequila for all of us, I plan to get us all very, very drunk. I know Sara is already drunk or she wouldn't have agreed to dance! The song changed and she gasped,

"I love this song!" She grabbed my hand and dragged me through the masses of people to the middle of the dance floor where the guys and Catherine were. From three seconds of watching Catherine dance, it was so obvious she used to be a dancer. She was getting a lot of stares. Lucking, my girl only had eyes for me. I danced with Sara for a good five minutes. I say danced with, but I really mean danced on! We got a little bit too much in to it and forgot we weren't alone… Until the music died down a little and the DJ shouted.

"Sugar is a little sweeter this evening guys and gals! Sugar herself is in the building!" I laughed, Lex always does this to try and embarrass me! "Who wants some Sugar?" She gestures for me to come up to the podium beside her and the people in front of my literally part immediately. I'm just drunk enough to do this, and do it well. I kiss Sara before I make my way over to the podium and Lex hands me a microphone.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen!" I shout, the people on the dance floor shout back at me, mainly just 'Sugaaaaaaaarrrrrrrr.' Then, those Sugar's turn in to chants and I know what they want. "You know you only get a little Sugar every so often, are you sure you want it tonight?" I ask coyly, knowing they'll all say yes. When I'm up here, I become this character, I become Sugar again. "Well I've gotta give the people what they want, haven't I?" I pass the microphone back to Lex and she grins, putting my song on. The lights dim and there's a spotlight on me, people are cheering. I begin to, basically, do my thing. I know I'm good at it, and the cheers reaffirm this to me. Some people would call it big-headed but I'm just confident. This is the one thing I know I can do. Although I'm dancing differently tonight. Sara hasn't seen me do this before, so I'm putting a lot more effort in it, just for her. The song is soon over and there's a mix of applause and boo's that I'm finished. I air kiss the crowd and bow, give Lex a quick hug and run off the podium to meet Sara. "So what did you think?" She looks pretty much shell-shocked.

"Wow you're amazing!" Said Greg, the boys nodded in agreement.

"Well thanks! I had a lot of practice." I smiled, Catherine was no where to be seen, I was about to ask Sara where she was when she pressed her lips against mine, her hands ferociously caressing my body. I moaned in to her mouth. She moaned back. I'm guessing she really liked my dancing. She pulled away and I was about to ask where Catherine was, again, when out of no where she popped up beside us and she looked wasted.

"You dance… Really… Good." She managed to say. I laughed.

"Thanks Catherine." She lightly hit me on the arm,

"Call me Cath." She tilted her head to one side and smiled. I looked at Sara and she smiled. I think being granted the privilege to call Catherine 'Cath' means I've been accepted. That's nice but I'll see if she feels the same tomorrow… The boys gave me a hug and told me they needed to go home before they got too wrecked, I bid them farewell and turned back to Sara.

"We should take Catherine home in a cab, make sure she's okay." Sara nods, she looks concerned. Catherine is currently on the podium with three other women and it looks like an orgy with clothes on. "I'll go get her, you go to the bar and ask Sandy to call us a cab, 'kay?" She nods and pecks me on the lips. I go up to the podium and grab Catherine's wrist to get her attention, "Come on Cath, time to go!" She shakes her head and tries to pull away from me.

"No I don't wanna!" Oh for god' sake.

"Catherine. It is time to go home." She stumbles off the podium and on to me, jabbing a finger in my chest.

"Now listen here, little miss Sugar," She spits out, "You can't tell me what to do. If I want to stay, then I'm going to stay." I don't think I like drunk Catherine.

"Catherine come on, Sara and I are going to take you home." She smiles sarcastically.

"Oh you and Sara," She mocks, "Oh how kind." I really don't like drunk Catherine. "You think you're so great because you're in a relationship with Sara." Another jab to my chest, a lot harder this time. "Well guess what. I've known her much longer than you have." I nod.

"Okay Catherine, we can discuss this tomorrow. We're taking you home now."

"You cant tell me what to do!" She shrieks at me, before slapping me, full force, in the face. As soon as she makes contact, security rush in and grab her.

"Take her to my office please." I ask the guys, they nod and take her away. She can wait there until the cab comes for us. I rub my cheek, that kinda fucking hurt. I begin to walk toward my office at the back of the club, not realising I've just walked past Sara, who witnessed the whole thing. I only realised she was there when she stormed past me and in to my office. Oh shit.

"What the fuck are you playing at Catherine?!"

"Oh fuck off Sara." I run in my office and shut the door behind me. I stand next to Sara and put my hand on the base of her back.

"It's okay Sar. She's just drunk, it's fine."

"No it's not fine!" She traces a fingertip around the red hand mark that is no doubt embossed on my face. "Look what she did to you." She whispers. "Look what you did to her!" Okay that wasn't a whisper and that was directed at Catherine. A knock on the door and a 'cab's here Jen' was a much needed relief. Sara and I dropped Catherine at home in silence and walked her to the door. There was a light on inside so I knocked and a young girl came to the door. I'm guessing this was Catherine's daughter, she was the spitting image, just younger.

"Sara. Mom?" Catherine was slumped over Sara, Lindsay helped Sara take Catherine to the sofa in the living room. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah I think so, she just drank too much-" Sara began to explain.

"No I mean your friend." She pointed at me and smiled.

"Oh I'm fine." I lied. My whole head was fucking aching. I turned away awkwardly and caught sight of myself in the mirror. In this light, the full extent of what Catherine had done was obvious. My eye had started to bruise there was two bright red scratches across my cheekbone. Great. "Oh shit." I whispered. Sara looked at me and said the same thing.

"Who did that?" Lindsay asked. Oh no. I don't want to tell her.

"Catherine did." Thanks Sara. Really didn't need to tell this girl that her mother did this to me.

"It's fine, she's just really drunk." I try and sound nonchalant about the whole thing but I don't think it's working.

"Can I take a photo?" What the fuck? This kid's strange… I must've pulled a face. "Oh no. It's so I can show her what she did tomorrow. I doubt she'll remember the state she's in." She explained with disgust.

"Oh that's not necessary-"

"That's a good idea Lindsay." For fuck's sake Sara. Before I can complain, I hear the snapping of this girl's phone taking a photo of my face.

"Right well… We best be off now." I say, awkwardly.

"Yeah. I'm really sorry for what she did." Lindsay looked genuinely apologetic.

"Don't be." I smile and make toward the door, "Bye." Sara says her goodbyes and follows me. We get in the cab and she puts her arm around me, I snuggle in to the crook of her neck. God I can't wait for this day to end. And to get some painkillers.