Ok so I'm not gunna make any excuses for taking so long, I just didn't know how to do this.

You guys should thank Piper Gilmore for reviewing and reminding me to get my ass in gear and get this update out to you!

Thanks for all the reviews! XD

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Catherine slowly made her way to the front door and glanced at her watch wondering who would be around this time of day.

"Hmmm if this is a door to door sales person I'm gunna be mad" she muttered under her breath.

After getting in from visiting Sara, Cath had gotten ready for bed, and though it had been several hours she hadn't managed to even doze off.

Catherine swung the front door open with one hand; the other placed on her hip as she glared expectantly and the young man on the door step.

"Uhh… Cath, hi." Greg looked down at Catherine's attire and blushed a little as he took in the curves of her hips under the thin pyjamas.

Catherine found herself grinning as she waited for the young CSI to focus on her face again as she raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Oh crap Cath, I'm really sorry. Did I wake you? I'm sorry I can come back some other time" Greg turned to leave but hadn't even made it off the porch before Catherine called him back.

"No, no it's fine, I wasn't asleep anyway." Catherine's curiosity got the better of her; and besides she wasn't going to get any sleep before shift now anyway.

Greg turned around and after studying her features briefly, realised that she was telling the truth. She didn't look sleepy at all; in fact she looked worried or upset.

"So what can I do for you Greggo?"

Catherine's question pulled Greg's mind back to why he was here. Suddenly he began to wonder if this was his best idea. Too late to turn back now.

Greg tried to regain some composure; he was going to do no good for Sara if he was acting like a teenage boy.

"It's about Sara" He stated simply, waiting to gauge Catherine's reaction.

Her face fell and brow creased slightly. Greg tried to place the emotion which had briefly flashed across her face. Dejection? Anguish? Despair? He wasn't quite sure. "Oh OK then. Come on in. Sit. I'll get us some coffee." Not even waiting for Greg to answer Catherine turned around and walked to the kitchen, leaving a slightly confused Greg standing in the doorway.

This wasn't right, in his mind he had imagined walking into Catherine's house and calmly but firmly letting her know what she was doing to his best friend. He had expected Catherine to be unaffected by all this. In a strange way he had even wanted to blame her for this happening. He couldn't stand to see Sara hurting so badly and wanted someone to blame.

Yet seeing Catherine so despondent he didn't know what to think. It was obvious that Catherine needed comfort just as much as Sara had. They were both hurting.

Greg closed the door quietly and made his way over to sit uneasily on the sofa as he waited for Catherine to return.

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"So what does she want?" Catherine's words came out quietly, not at all how she had intended. Instead of sounding the strong and confident woman that she showed everyone she was momentarily as self conscious as she felt.

Greg thumbed the handle of his mug, watching the steam rising and curling into the air. His mind ticked away silently as pictures of Sara hunched over her cigarette echoed through his head; reminding him why he was here.

"Did she send you here? What does she want, me to change shifts or something? I'm assuming she's told you everything considering she told me earlier thinking I was you."

Looking up Greg met Catherine's eyes before answering.

"Firstly, no she doesn't know I'm here. I came here because I don't think you know what you do to her. I know you feel something for her, its too obvious. To everyone but her that is. She thinks you hate her you know?"

Catherine didn't answer and just looked down into her coffee until Greg started talking again.

"You don't hate her Cath; tell me I'm right on this one?"

Catherine felt her eyes welling up a little though couldn't place why. She didn't hate her no; but feeling something for her? This was all too confusing.

"I don't know Greg. I mean no… no, I don't hate her. I don't know what I feel. It doesn't matter anyway it would never work with us. We are both so damn stubborn. Just leave it alone."

Greg sighed and set his drink down on the coffee table.

"Cath, really you should see the state she's in. I don't think she'd slept at all since it happened. She was completely wasted when I got there, you might not know this but Sara gave up drinking. Smoking too for that matter. She's really beating herself up over this whole thing…"

"Just stop Greg. Don't you think I know this already? I feel awful, I just want to talk to her and she pretty much kicked me out. I saw what state she was in… I saw it."

Catherine sniffed and rested her forehead into her hand, concentrating on holding back the tears. She did not need to cry in front of Greg.

"Cath?" Greg slowly reached out and placed a careful hand on Catherine's forearm.

Guilt rushed through him as Catherine finally looked up, eyes glassy with unshed tears.

Catherine pulled her arm from Greg and buried her face in both hands as she slowly lost the fight. Greg shuffled along the sofa and pulled her into his arms.

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Catherine glanced up as she felt Greg yawn, pulling back slightly too focus on him.

"You should go catch some sleep before shift."

Greg smiled a little and so Catherine continued, "I'm sorry Greg; I know you came here for Sara sake and I just can't give you any answers. I don't know what happened, or is happening. She won't even talk to me. I don't know what I'd say anyway."

Greg nodded sadly and squeezed Catherine's should as he stood up.

"I'm sorry I came storming over here. Take care of yourself Cath. I'll cya later"

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Shift dragged the next evening, cases were slow and so most of the CSIs used the time to catch up with paperwork.

Sara glanced at her watch, for once she was counting down the minutes until she could get out of this place. It looked like they would all get out of here on time tonight; for once the city was giving them a break.

Clicking her pen closed and scooping up all her files Sara stood up and began to pack away.

6:53… hmm it's not like I'm gunna get any more done anyway.

Sara made her way to the locker room hoping that she would be in and out before Catherine decided it was time to leave.

She rounded the corner and into the locker room while glancing in the direction of Catherine's office. She was trying to avoid her but part of her still longed to see her, touch her soft skin, feel the heat of her lips pressed against her own.

Head out the gutter Sidle…

"What was that?" Sara's heart skipped a beat at the woman's voice coming from the locker room she had just entered.

Oh God, did I say that out loud? Shit Shit Shit.

Sara looked up slightly sheepishly; looking around the room for the first time.

"Oh. Sofia. Hi. It was nothing just mumbling away to myself as usual." Sara shrugged and forced a grin, attempting to brush it off.

Wow you do not know how glad I am to see you Sof...

Sofia smirked and raised an eyebrow at Sara. "Really Sar? Just how glad would that be?"

Crap! Seriously what's with this thinking out loud thing!

Sara looked down letting her hair fall forwards in hope that it might hide her now flush cheeks.

"Umm sorry, it's just… Uhh…"

"Shhhhh." Sofia stepped forwards and pressed her finger against Sara's lips. "Don't say anything."

Sara stiffened at her touch but Sofia didn't seem to notice.

Sofia stared into Sara's eyes and Sara tried desperately to read her now blank expression.

Sofia slow let her finger trail down Sara's chin and slowly to her collar before skimming downwards until her hand rested on Sara's hip.

"I'll cya tomorrow Sidle." Sofia stated as she brushed passed Sara and off down the hallway.

Sara stood awkwardly a second, trying to decide what had just happened. Was that Sofia's idea of a joke? Was she hitting on her?

"Argh why is everything so fricken complicated!" Sara mumbled leaning on the doorframe as she turned to see Sofia's figure turn the corner in the distance.

It was then she looked back towards Catherine's office; only to see Catherine stopped dead in her tracks only a few paces away.

Hurt flashed across her features, vanishing as soon as she noticed Sara had seen her.

They made eye contact; neither spoke or moved for what seemed like an age.

Sara opened her mouth as if to say something but before she could talk Catherine had turned on her heels and marched off in the direction of the office.

"Cath…" Sara called half heartedly after her, pushing herself off the door frame.

The office door slammed, rattling the windows.

Sara slowed to a stop. What was she thinking? She couldn't just go up and knock on her door. Besides who says Catherine even saw anything? She's probably just still mad at her for kicking her out this morning.

Though it wasn't like Catherine to keep quiet. Sara had been hiding away all shift, partially because she knew she couldn't see Catherine but also because she was sure that if she did Catherine would most likely start a fight.

Sighing Sara turned and walked back to the locker room grabbing her stuff and clicking the locker shut behind her. She leant her head against the cold metal and closed her eyes.

Taking a breath Sara turned in the small space and paced to the wall and back again, spinning on her toes she walked purposefully to the wall and felt the sharp stabbing pain in her knuckles before she'd realised she'd just punched the wall full force.

Air sucked into her lungs as she slowly sank to her knees cupping her right hand with her left and gritting her teeth to stop from yelling out in pain.

Soft footsteps echoed on the tiled floor behind her and Sara quickly stood up and shoved her hand into her pocket.

"You alright Sara?" Warrick made his way into the locker room and went for his locker.

"Uh, yeh, fine, just dropped my cell." Sara was glad that Warrick knew her well enough to not directly confront her as he acted disinterested and rummaged for something apparently deep in his locker.

"Ah ok then. Well I'll letcha go then, don't wait for me." He pulled his head out of the locker and shot Sara a smile. "Damn girl! Go get some sleep you look exhausted!"

Sara nodded and gave a half smile, before quickly making her way out of the building and headed for home – though sleep was not the highest on her list of priorities.

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