Disclaimer: See chapter one.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed the first chapter, I have written the next two chapters I just need to edit them. Italics are Catherine's thoughts, in case it was causing any confusion. :)

Hope you enjoy!

When she arrived at work the next day, it was no surprise to her to find the brunette sitting on the couch reading the latest forensic journal. A stray piece of hair was draped across her face, and her brows were knitted in concentration. How cute.

She was brought out of her musings by a voice speaking up.

"Are you going to stand there all day?"

When she looked over to see a slightly amused Sara Sidle with her right eyebrow raised, the blonde's retort died on her tongue, and she simply smiled before making her way over to the coffee pot. The fresh scent of Greg's special brew wafted up to her nose as she grabbed a mug, and made her way over to slouch onto the chair opposite Sara.

Just as she was about to start speaking, the guys burst through the door.

"Come on man, you started before me, that's no fair" Warrick placed his hand on the door frame as he bent over to catch his breath.

"A bet's a bet, and I do believe you owe me ten bucks" The Texan replied to him as he made his way over to where the two girls were sitting.

The younger man reached into his pocket to retrieve a bill, before heading across the room and tossing it onto the other man's lap, who was now sitting beside Sara on the couch.

They all engaged in a light conversation before waiting for shift to start, and were interrupted when their boss' voice started giving them commands.

"Nick, you have a B&E in Henderson, Warrick you're with me, double homicide" The entomologist took another glance at the sheet in front of him before signalling over to were the girls were sat "PD has discovered another body, looks to be the same killer".

Sara extended a hand to receive the assignment slip, as the guys shuffled out of the break room and in the direction of the car park. She let out a small sigh before turning back to the woman in front of her.

"Looks like the suspect is in the clear, no way he could have got out of here" She looked slightly disappointed at the news, as she turned to head out of the door, silently signalling for the older woman to follow.

"Well, we don't know for sure it's him, let's at least check out the scene first" Catherine tried to reassure the brunette, but the truth was that she was just as frustrated at the news. Not only did it mean they were going to have a busy shift, but it also meant she would have to wait longer for that breakfast.

They made their way out of the headquarters and into the parking lot, and walked over to the Denali. The sun was just starting to go down, and hues of red, orange and yellow were painted across the sky, leaving an autumn glow floating in the air. It really is beautiful she thought to herself.

She was brought out of her musings by a slightly frustrated woman dangling a set of keys in her face.

"Earth to Catherine" Sara let out a small chuckle at the deer in the headlights look the older woman was giving her, before repeating what she said. "I was asking you if you wanted to drive."

That was strange; she never asks if I want to drive. "Sure". I took the keys from her hand, and hopped into the driver's side of the car. The younger woman noticed the taken aback expression on her face, and decided to question her.

"Is something wrong?"

Catherine cocked her head to face her passenger. "Nothing, I'm just surprised".

She took one look at the confusion written across the brunette's face, and went on to explain. "It's just, well, you've been so friendly these past few days, I was wondering what I did to deserve it".

Sara turned to face the window, as the older woman started the engine, and proceeded to drive off to their scene.

She let out a sigh before speaking. "We've been at each other's throats for the past five years, I figured it was about we got past it and tried to make friends".

She wants to be my friend? Do you think it would be appropriate to do a happy dance? No? Okay, maybe it would look a bit weird, plus, I'd probably crash the car...

Catherine didn't realise she had remained silent until she heard Sara shift in her seat and turn to look out of the window. Way to go; now she thinks you hate her.

"I'd like that" She tried to sound nonchalant, but she couldn't disguise the happiness of her tone, and she most certainly couldn't stop a smile from escaping her lips. This seemed to reassure the brunette, who soon sported a matching smile just as they were approaching the address.

As they jumped out of the car and went to grab their kits, Catherine swore she saw a spring in the step of the younger CSI. Yeah right, probably just wishful thinking.

They had spent hours at the scene, searching room after room when suddenly Sara stumbled across a bloody dagger wrapped up in a crimson red parchment.

She called out to the blonde, who was currently processing another room. "Hey Cath, I think we may have just found our murder weapon".

She heard the other woman talking to an officer, before she shouted her reply "I think I have something too, I found some fibres in the vic's hair, and they look pretty similar to the fibres found on the clothing we collected yesterday".

"I'm all done here if you want to get back and test it" The brunette said as she made her way to observe Catherine place a brown envelope in her kit, before picking it up and making her way out of the house.

They had arrived back at the lab over an hour ago, and were pacing around in the conference room awaiting their lab results, when the beeping of a phone broke the silence.

"Sidle" Catherine sat and watched her taking to whoever it was on the phone, a pang of jealously hitting her as she saw a fully blown gap-toothed smile spread across her face. "Okay, bye".

She forced a smile as the woman came back into the room. "What was that all about?"

The smile never left Sara's face, as she explained what she had heard on the call. "You remember the temperature at the house, it was pretty low right?"

The blonde looked up at her, wondering what she was going on about. "Yeah, can't have been more than 40 degrees, where are you going with this?"

She responded immediately, somewhat excited about the news. "Well, if you take that into account, the body decomposed at a much slower rate than it should have, meaning the time of death is much earlier than we thought".

The brunette didn't wait for a response, and she turned on her heel heading towards the lab, leaving Cath calling out to her. "How much earlier?"

When she didn't get a reply, she darted out of the room, and followed the other woman through the hallways until she finally caught up with her at the lab.

Sara whirlwind around and thrust a sheet of paper into the blonde's hands. "A print on the dagger matches our suspect, and the fibres found on both victims match the fibres in his car. Looks like we got our killer, and looks like we have plans for breakfast".

Catherine felt more nervous by the second as they trawled through the lab over to Interrogation, she had completely forgotten about Sara's request to go to breakfast if they solved the case.

As she stood watching the suspect crumble, her brain fumbled over words, trying to plan what to say to her colleague.

I could start by saying how we've become closer...

Or I could just tell her I love her...

Hmm, I could just kiss her, at least then I wouldn't have to say anything...

No, that wouldn't work...

Once again, she was brought out of her musings by the main reason behind her thoughts.

"Ready to go?"

Well, here goes nothing.

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