For the past few years, having Sara working be his side was great. There were lingering touches and flirtatious remarks as they would work together. But he knew that if he started an intimate relationship with her that it could jeopardized there jobs and he loved her too do that to her. She worked to heard to get where she was. He would pull her closer to him then would push her away when she would get too close to him. He wasn't just hurting her but also hurting himself.

He knew that she was going through a tough time. It was his fault. He remembered what he said that day.

"You got a minute?" Sara asked as she stood at the doorway of his office.

"I was just leaving," he said looking up at her.

"Yea the ah schedule says your off tonight,"

"I am," he said as he put his glasses in his shirt pocket.

"Me too,"

"You should be on paid leave,"

"I'm fine," Sara said with a small smile.

"You were fortunate. And I'm not talking about the explosion," he said as he put away his things.

"You talked to Brass," she said as she huffed.

"And Nick," he said looking at her.

"We got the guy," she said sounding happy.

"Is that all you have to say?" he said walking to the door.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" she asked.

"No," he said simply.

"Why not? Let's ... Let's have dinner, let's see what happens," her voice sounding full of hope.

"Sara," he hesitated for a moment. "I don't know what to do about this,"

"I do," she paused. "You know, by the time you figure it out, you really will be too late," her voice had a trimmer in it as she spoke softly to him.

What she said shocked. He didn't know what to say or do. He tilted his head and looked at her. She turned around and walked away. He looked down the hall as she walked away and turned off is lights.

The truth was that he did want to have dinner with her, from the first time he saw her after two years, but he was just scared to start a relationship with her.

Catherine and Sara were walking through the halls in the lab.

"Look, all I am asking is to have a black-and-white do regular welfare checks," Sara said as they rounded the corner.

"Did the wife ask for help?" Catherine asked sounding eradiated with Sara.

"Well, that's kind of hard to do when you don't speak English and you're a

sex slave. I'm sure she doesn't know her rights,"

Catherine sighed and said, "You can't arrest someone for marrying the wrong person,"

"You would know,"

Catherine was about to say something but lets it slide. "If the guy's an abuser, if he killed his first wife, we will build a case and we will nail him."

"And in the meantime, he can just keep using her as a punching bag," Sara said sarcastically.

"Sara, I was there - there wasn't a mark on her,"

"Not that we could see, Catherine,"

They stop walking. In the back of the hallway. Ecklie steps out of the lab and sees Catherine and Sara having a heated conversation.

"You know, every time we get a case with a hint of domestic violence or abuse, you go off the deep end. What is your problem?" Catherine said angrily.

"Yeah, I probably do, and you let your sexuality cloud your judgment about men, and I'm gonna go over your head," Sara said a little too loudly.

"Sidle!" Ecklie said madly. Sara turned to look at the man. "Get in my office. Now!"

Ecklie opened his office door and he and Sara step inside, "You are a law enforcement officer and a representative of this city. That means I expect you to conduct yourself in an appropriate manner, in and away from this lab."

"You know what, if this is gonna be one of your "for the good of the lab"

speeches, don't bother. I've heard them," she said sarcastically.

He said as he sat down at his desk, "Just take a seat," Sara remained standing. Ecklie opened his desk drawer and took out a file folder. "Willows is a supervisor - that means you treat her with respect. Insulting her in front of coworkers …"

"She's not my supervisor," she corrected.

"All right - your superior. Sara, you berate witnesses, you disrespect the people you work with, you luck your way out of a DUI. Take a look - you got a half a dozen complaints in your jacket," He said tossing the folder on the desk in front of her. "And if Grissom really documented your performance, there'd probably be a dozen more- that's not the kind of person I want in my lab."

"The only reason this is your lab is because Grissom doesn't kiss ass. You couldn't hack it in the field, so you fail your way up, you break up our team, and now you just hang out in the hallways waiting for one of us to screw up," Sara said angrily.

"Sidle, you're on one-week suspension without pay,..."

"Great," Sara muttered.

"... and when you get back, you're apologizing to Catherine,"

Sara shook her head and said, "No, I'm not," she turned and left his office.