"So, what do you say?"

Sara sat there, pondering this question. She knew that Catherine just wanted what was best for her. Catherine was probably right about what she had said. Sara probably would go home, but would do little resting and would not eat right.

Sara also longed for someone to take care of her, even if she wouldn't admit it to anyone. It had taken a long time, but Sara had finally let herself trust Catherine. Whenever Sara had gotten sick as a child, her parents had ignored her or blamed her for it.

"Okay, I will take you up on that offer," Sara said quietly. Sara tried again to stand, but another wave of dizziness washed over her. "I'll be ready to go just as soon as this feeling passes."

"Oh, Catherine, you are still here." Warrick said as he and Nick walked into Catherine's office.

"Yeah, we were just about to leave."

"How are you feeling, Sara?" Nick asked, his voice full of concern.

"Like the world is spinning around me…" Sara replied weakly.

"Warrick," Catherine questioned. "Do you think that you could carry Sara to my truck?"

"Sure. Anything for you and Sara, two of my favorite ladies."

"Sara, do you need anything from your locker?"

"Just my backpack, I guess."

"I'll go get it." Catherine responded.

Warrick walked over and looked at Sara, "You ready?" Sara nodded silently. He scooped Sara up effortlessly. Sara laid her head on his shoulder. They group walked out to Catherine's vehicle. Nick opened the door and Warrick put Sara in the front seat. He helped her to get buckled in. Warrick closed the door and walked around to talk to Catherine.

"When I was carrying her, I could feel how warm she was. I know she can be pretty resistant to accepting help though. I know that you will take care of our girl for us."

"If you need anything, you can call me." Nick said.

"That goes for me too," Warrick added.

"Thanks guys. Sara is lucky to have you two."

Catherine got in and started the engine. As they pulled out of the parking lot of the lab, Sara turned to Catherine. "Can we go by my apartment?"

"Want to pick a few personal things?"

"Yes, please."

"That shouldn't be a problem." Catherine responded. As she drove through Las Vegas towards Sara's apartment, Sara drifted off to sleep again. Once they had arrived, she touched Sara on the shoulder lightly.

"Huh?" Sara said dreamily.

"We are at your apartment building."

"Oh, okay." Sara moved to unbuckle her seat belt.

"You stay put. I will come around and help you." Catherine got out and came around to open the door. She helped Sara out of the vehicle. The pair walked slowly to Sara's apartment. Once inside, Catherine was surprised at how homey it was. It was simply decorated, but warmth was very much a part of it.

"Umm… Can we take a breather for just a bit, Catherine?"

Catherine nodded. She sat down in a chair as Sara sat down on the couch. Catherine continued to look around the apartment.

"What is it, Catherine? Not what you expected?"

"Well, to be quite honest. I didn't expect it to be so..so…" Catherine couldn't seem to find the right words.

"It's okay, Catherine. I know what you mean." Sara smiled at Catherine. "Well, I guess we should get on our way now. I'll be right back." Sara got up and walked slowly down the hall to her bedroom. "You can with me, if you want."

Catherine got up and walked to where Sara had stopped. Once Catherine was next to her, Sara walked into her bedroom. The bedroom was just as warm as the living room. "You can sit down on the bed if you like." Sara said as she reached into the closet for a duffel bag. She sat it on the bed and started putting her pajamas and some other things in the bag. "Catherine, would you mind going into the bathroom and getting my things from there?"

"Okay." Catherine walked into the bathroom. As she did, Sara slid a forensics journal into her bag as well as her laptop.

"Here you go, Sara" Catherine said as she walked in. "Is that it?"

"Yes, let me just grab one more thing and I will be ready."

"Okay. "

Sara walked over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. From the drawer, she pulled a small stuffed tiger out.

Sara stroked it tenderly as her eyes began to water a bit.

"Are you okay, honey? You look like you're about to cry."

Sara nodded, "It's..It's just that my head hurts so much."

Catherine nodded and helped her back to the car.

While driving back to Catherine's, Sara managed to stay awake. She remained quiet, though. Small talk had never been her forte. "Sara?" Catherine said hesitantly.

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Okay."

"I noticed that you brought a stuffed tiger with you. What's that about?"

"Just leave it alone, Cath."

"It's just that you seem very attached to it."

"Cath…drop it."

"It is just something else that surprised me about you is all."

"You really want to know about the tiger?" Sara replied quietly a minute or so later. "I'll tell you. "You know I am an animal lover, right? I have a friend who loves tigers. She has helped me through some tough times. She gave it to me as a reminder of her. Whenever I am nervous about something, I can hold that and think about her and it calms me."

"So, you are nervous about coming to my house?"

Sara nodded, not able to look at Catherine, afraid that Catherine would be upset with her. Just about that time, Catherine pulled into her driveway. She turned the car off. "Sara?"

Catherine reached over to touch Sara's hand. "It's okay to be nervous. I know how hard it is for you to trust someone."

Sara looked at Catherine's hand resting upon hers and then at Catherine. "Thank you."

"You are most welcome, honey."

Catherine came around and helped Sara out of the car. Once inside the house, Catherine showed Sara to the guestroom. "Do you mind if I lay down, Catherine?"

"No, of course not."

Sara sat down on the bed and tried to lean over to take off her boots. She laid back on the bed before she could finish.

"Want some help?"

"I'm sorry. I should be able to do it myself."

"Sara, it's okay. While you are here, just try to take it easy and get well. There is no rush." Catherine said as she bent down to untie Sara's boots. She pulled them off as gently as she could.

"You mean that?" Sara asked nervously. "When I was little…I was…well, I was always told to hurry up and get well. My mom told me I was taking too much of her time."

"Oh, Sara." Cath was shocked at Sara's admission. Tears formed in her eyes as she helped to lay Sara down and cover her up. "Sara, do you want your tiger right now?"

"Mmhmm. I put it in my backpack. In the front pocket. "

Catherine reached over and pulled the backpack to her. After opening it up and getting out the tiger, she handed it to Sara. "Thank you, Catherine."

Sara soon drifted off to sleep as Catherine sat close by.