A/N: So, here's the second chapter of this story. Please, any constructive criticism is welcome.

Sara smelled a sweet, strawberry-like perfume as she rose into consciousness… The throbbing of her head was in time with the… ringing? A phone. She didn't recognize the ringtone but with the amount she'd had to drink last night anything was possible. She groped for the source, finally finding it inside a discarded pair of jeans.

"Sidle." She practically groaned into the receiver.

"Sara?" The confused voice of her supervisor Gilbert Grissom came through the phone. "I could have sworn I dialed Catherine."

Shit. "Uh…" she looked around, finding the answer curled around her in bed. She swallowed hard before beginning to speak again. "You did."

Silence met her answer.

"She and I went out for a drink last night, I'm on her couch. She must have left it down here before she went to bed." Sara prayed her story would be believed by the socially awkward man. There was a long awkward pause before a reply.

"Well, tell her that I need her out here at the French Palace to work a case. Since you're with her you might as well take the case too. Two 419s. I need you both there in 15 minutes."

Sara groaned, running her hand through her hair. "Yeah, sure Griss. We'll be there as soon as we can." She hung up, wondering how she would be able to extricate herself from this situation.

It wasn't like she hadn't woken up naked with a woman before. Far from it. But this was Catherine, her often enemy and the woman whose husband's murder Sara couldn't solve just weeks earlier. They were sprawled out in Sara's apartment and she took a moment to look around the room before facing the sleeping dragon.

There was clothing littering the floor, what looked like a ripped piece of lacy underwear on the bedside lamp, and her dresser looked like a hurricane had ripped past.

"Shit." Sara muttered. She grabbed the first piece of clothing she could find and slipped into Catherine's blouse, going to the kitchen to brew some coffee.

Ten minutes, and several glasses of water and painkillers later Sara returned to the bedroom with two mugs of coffee in hand.

She set them down on the table, gently shaking the shorter woman.

"Catherine?"

"Mmmm." Catherine turned away, burying herself deeper into the sheets and reaching towards the empty side of the bed.

Sara chuckled before trying again.

"Catherine." Her voice was firmer, trying to wake her obviously exhausted colleague. "Come on honey, you have to wake up."

"Don't wanna." She mumbled, mostly unaware of her surroundings. "I'm tired and it's comfy here." Her voice trailed off.

"Grissom called. We're needed at a scene." Sara replied as she walked through her room, picking up her clothing and getting dressed.

"Ugh." Catherine groaned as she rubbed a hand over her face. "What the hell happened last night?" She spoke before she opened her eyes. As soon as she noticed the state of the room she froze.

"Oh no… please…. Don't tell me…" Her eyes widened in panic as she took in the scene between them.

"Catherine?" Sara questioned, amazed at the turn in Catherine's behavior since she'd realized where she was.

"We didn't?" Catherine asked as she pulled the sheets over her chest.

"Honestly," Sara replied, "I have no idea what happened, but the evidence…"

Catherine sat up in bed and dropped her head into her hands. "Why did this have to happen to me…? Why now? I thought I'd left all this behind…" She nervously looked up and began to fiddle with a piece of jewelry on her left ring finger. It looked suspiciously familiar to Sara.

Sara stopped what she was doing and looked down to her own hand. She felt the cold rush of fear run through her as she took in the design of the ring. It looked as if she had done something stupid. They had obviously done something really really really Vegas style stupid.

"Come on, Grissom called a half hour ago. We're supposed to be at the scene by now." Sara halfheartedly tossed Catherine her clothes and turned to leave the room, grabbing a coffee cup. She was nearly to the door when a question from the bed stopped her in her tracks.

"Sidle," Catherine's voice was low, nearly deadly, "what the hell happened to my panties?"

Sara felt her face turning red with embarrassment at the question which surprised her as they should be passed this awkward stage. They had last night.

"Look at the lamp shade." She walked out of the room, willing her face not to turn any redder.

Five minutes later, Catherine walked into the living room wearing different clothes than yesterday. Sara raised an eyebrow at that.

"Did you… Take my clothes?" she asked, almost as if she was staring at something she couldn't quite believe.

"Well mine weren't in any usable state. You'll be paying for that later Sidle." Her voice had a frosty edge to it that told Sara these next few hours would be her own personal hell.

"Come on," Sara spoke timidly, "Grissom will be wondering what's keeping us. It's been nearly twice as long as I told him." She grabbed the keys from Catherine's hand and picked up her spare kit not thinking twice about it.

The drive to the club was filled with an awkward silence, and after five minutes of Catherine ignoring her attempts at small talk Sara turned on the radio and fell into her own world. As soon as the car rolled to a stop Catherine practically ran out of the car and across the tape. Sara sighed, resting her head on the steering wheel for a moment before following the red head with their gear.

"-And she came out after work to find these two women dead in the alley." Brass was finishing describing the scene to Catherine as Sara walked up.

"Cath, you forgot this in the car." Catherine jumped as Sara handed the red head a kit and she promptly walked away.

Sara's eyes followed the retreating form until she heard Brass' voice again.

"What the hell happened between the two of you?" He was staring with narrowed eyes at Sara. "Get in a fight on the way over? Grissom mentioned you were at her house this morning."

Sara opened her eyes wider for a moment before muttering, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She walked off to start on the perimeter.

Two hours later and they were still processing the scene with Catherine not having spoken to Sara once, going as far as to work on the opposite end of the scene every time they passed by. It was beginning to piss Sara off. She was sure last night wasn't that bad if the soreness of her muscles indicated anything. Obviously Catherine had a problem with what had happened and she was going to take it out on her. She silently resolved to speak with the older woman after they were finished here.