Catherine stepped out of her car and met Warrick in the elevator. "Hey War" she greeted him with a smile

"Oh hey Cat, how was your day off?"

"It was nice. Lindsey and I were able to talk without an argument and actually have fun walking in the park and shopping"

"I'm glad to hear that"

"How was everything here?"

"Okay. Grissom sent Greg and I to a B&E, Nick got a robbery and Sara stayed at lab doing paperwork" The door opened and they got in.

"Isn't it the third or forth time in a week?" Warrick nodded. "I bet she wanted to kill Grissom"

"Not really," Catherine looked at him confused. "She didn't say a word or show any emotion at all, nor good or bad." That was weird. "I can tell something is going on with her these past few days, something bad but every time I try to talk she says everything is fine,"

"Since when does Sara talk about anything but a case related?"

"You would be surprised at how open she can be when she is comfortable with you." He says, sighing for her to leave the elevator first. "Well, I'd better go and see Greg. I talk to you later". He completes giving a kiss on her cheek.

'Well, I can't say I helped her in that department," she said to herself, shaking her head. There was a big part of her wanted to be Sara's friend and more, if she was completely honest but another that hated not have the control over her feelings when being closer to the brunette.

Catherine placed her bag inside the locker and was about to close it when she noticed a white envelope on the shelf at the top of her locker. She recognizes the handwriting immediately.

She closes the locker and sits down on the bench, opening the envelope. She read the first three sentences out loud and can't believe the pain behind it. She continues and gasps, her hand going instinctively in front of her mouth. She remembers the episode as if it was yesterday and yet she never meant to say those harsh words, and never had the courage to say how terrible sorry she was. And Sara, she not only understood her pain but was already blaming herself for failing. She didn't Catherine to tell her that.

Paragraph after paragraph, Catherine could feel her heart being compressed by an invisible hand and the tears jumped in their own free will. How come she never noticed how her words cut Sara deeper? Or the hurt in Sara's eyes because, every emotion, good or bad, it was always there and all she had to do was look closer.

Closer

How Sara could leave and say those things in a letter, a damn letter? The answer was there but it still didn't make any sense. What if she cried in front of her? Why would that be a problem? It wouldn't be.

"I always knew where her heart was and it wasn't on mine," Catherine looks up and sees Grissom leaning against the doorframe. She doesn't hide her tears from him.

"She wrote it to you too?"

"No. We talked."

"What? She has the guts to talk to you but she can't even…" Catherine's eyes closed. She wanted to smash the paper and throw it away but she couldn't.

"We settle her paycheck." Catherine blinked. "I didn't try to stop her because I know she is only doing this because she can't handle being here any longer. She loves being a csi but she won't stand seeing you hurt because of her."

"I got over this a long time ago, and I never really blame her, you and I talked about it."

"Yes, we did"

"But she doesn't…"Catherine realized. "But how can she like me if I've never let her get closer, or gave her any indication that I felt the same way?"

"You of all people should know that we don't choose the person we fall in love with."

"Yeah, I guess so" Catherine says looking at the letter again. She caresses Sara's handwriting. It seems so much like a guy's handwriting. In fact is so ugly and tortuous that she doesn't even know how she can read it. But it's Sara's and that's all the matters.

"I think Nick would appreciate a few more hands on his case if you decided not to go after her."

Does she want to go after Sara, or what she feels is nothing more then a crush that can be forgotten or replaced? "Right like anyone could forget the stubborn, infuriating, brilliant, mysterious, charming Sara Sidle!" she hits her forehead.

She hears footsteps coming behind her and a voice calling her name as she walks out of the locker. "Not now Hodges, I'm officially off tonight!" She presses the garage button on the elevator and prays she is not too late.

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I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to post another chapter to this fic so please tell me what you guys think. Should I just leave the first one or continue from here?