Italics are Sara's thoughts…

Meetings

"She really doesn't mean that, right, Sara? I mean, she's not going to hurt me, right, Sara? Sara? Are you with me? Hellooo, earth to Sara!" Greg walks to Sara and claps his hand bringing her out of her deep thoughts.

"Oh, sorry, Greg. What did you say? I wasn't listening.." Sara creases her brow. She turned left instead of right when she walked out. Turned left. Left. Left. Left. Shit! She turned left! The witch!

"Geez, Sara. What's gotten into you? I mean you and Sofia obviously are going through changes, and certainly cant say it's growth or maturity or whatever. Its not that time of the month thing, right? Coz I'll totally under…"

Sara moves pushing Greg out of her way, "Shut up , Greg! Move! I hope she didn't go there…"

"Ouch! Hey, slowly! What's the rush, Sara?" Greg walks after the brunette in the hallway. "She didn't go where?"

"I'll talk to you later, Greg. Just get out of my way! Aww, damn…" Sara stops in her tracks as she sees Sofia waltz out of Catherine's office. The blond turns around and looks at Sara with a smug smile. Points her finger like a gun and whispers "bang!" then turns around and walks briskly away.

Once a witch always a witch. I'll kill her somehow, chop her hair off, burn that smile off her face, break every bone in her hand, then every bone in her arms, then legs...

"Sara? Are you alright?" Catherine is standing by her door.

"Huh? Oh, uhh, hey, Catherine. Umm, can we talk in your office?" Sara walks slowly toward her.

"Sure, come on in." Catherine smiles.

How does she do that? She just smiles at me and I melt. Damn, Catherine. Why you? Why still you?

"Oh, hey, Cath. Sara, can I come in too?" Greg puts both hands in his back pocket and takes a step.

Sara spins around and glares at Greg with piercing eyes.

"Ooookay. I know when I'm not wanted." Greg turns around with a smile and heads off in the opposite direction.

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She motions Sara to sit, "so what's up, Sara?"

She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. "Sofia came to see you?"

"Yes, she did." Catherine eyes her suspiciously , "why?"

"Well, umm, can I ask what she wanted? I mean so I wont have to ask the same thing if you know, well, you know, umm. Shit." Sara leans back on the chair and looks up to the ceiling. Shit, I'm nervous. It used to be that I was comfortable being with Catherine even if we bitched a lot, but now with Curtis in, I'm in a race for my life!

"Sara, what are you talking about?" Catherine comes around her table till she was in front of Sara.

Sara leans forward pretending to adjust her chair, being inches away from where Catherine was standing. My favorite perfume. "Did she want something from you?" Sara asks as she inhales again the heavenly scent. Intoxicating!

"That would be none of your business, Sara. But what is bothering you anyway? Catherine sits up on her desks still facing her. A concerned look crosses her face.

Sara looks at the strawberry blond sitting in front of her. God, she's beautiful…Six year passing and still she takes my breath away. Once an angel always an angel. I want her to be my angel, to watch me, wake up with me, hold and comfort me, laugh with...

"Sara?"

Sara bites her lips brining her out of her trance, good . Pain, focus now.

"Cath, after shift, can we go out for breakfast somewhere? I just cant talk to you right now, I mean here, right now. I…umm, I'm.. well, can we talk somewhere after shift?" Damn, didn't know I could master the art of stuttering.

"Oh... Ummm, well, Sofia asked me for breakfast awhile ago and I said yes, she wanted to.."

"Shit!" Sara says out loud, "shit."

"Sara, what's going on between the two of you? Am I in trouble? Do you both know something I don't know? Am I dying or something?" Catherine stand up, crosses her arms across her chest.

"No, no, no. Sorry, Cath, nothing like that. It's…I cant explain it. Not yet though." Sara gets up, walks towards Catherine and touches her arm, and whispers,"I cant... not yet. But I will."

Catherine looks at Sara and at her hand resting on her arm. A smile starts to creep up at the side of the older CSI's face.

Sara backs up, jerks her hand away from Catherine,"I'm sorry, Cath. I..."

"Hey, it's okay. If you still want to talk, why don't you drop by our house before shift starts tonight. I'm sure Lindsay would be so glad to see you again." Catherine smiles warmly, touching her arm lightly.

Sara eyes her suspiciously. Is she flirting with me? "Okay, it a date then. I mean its at that time then, you know. I'll see you later. I'll call you." Sara grins as she walks out of her office. Why does she make me feel like a teenager again?

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"Come on, Greg. We got time to kill. it's a slow night. At least we could sharpen our skills." Sara says as she pulls Greg by his sleeve. "Anyway, no one really uses the room at nights." Plus I don't want to think of Catherine and that Curtis having breakfast.

"Sara, I hate it when you drag me into these thing. You just want to keep on rubbing it in that you're better!" Greg says while still protesting.

"How can you be better if you don't practice? So you want a girl to beat you every time, huh." Sara teased.

"Alright, Sidle. I'll be a better shot one of these days."

They headed off to their department's shooting range.

Putting on their safety glasses, they load their guns. Sara was about to put on her ear plugs.

"Wow. didn't expect to see you here tonight." Sara turned around and was face to face with Sofia.

Sofia takes off her safety glasses but didnt put her gun in her holster.

"Umm, ladies, could you put the safety back on? You both are holding loaded guns…" Greg at this point was shifting his weight from left to right, becoming increasingly nervous looking at the two women.

"Don't worry, Greg. I know where to aim my gun." Sara says as she lowers the weapon. Right in the middle of your forehead, Curtis.

Well, Sidle. I guess I won round one." Sofia says slowly.

"You didn't win anything, bitch." Sara whispers.

"What did you call me?" Sofia took another step closer.

"Gee Curtis, you're not only a bitch but a deaf one too." Sara smiles holding her ground.

"Ladies, please…"Greg was looking back and forth at the two women, at the same time eyeing their guns.

"Sanders, didn't I tell you to keep out? I have a weapon, and I'm really good at using it, you know." Sofia slowly turns to Greg looking at him icily.

Greg takes a step back and starts shouting, "Help! Help! Cat fight! Help!"

Both women now looking at Greg in amazement watching him panic.

"Greg..." Sara says, "what's gotten into you?"

"Help! Help!"

"Sanders, it's a sound proof room and were the only three in here. So stop screaming like a little girl!" Sofia says irritatingly.

"Damn both of you! I don't want to be in this but you guys always drag me in when you two meet! Then scare the crap out of me!" He was still holding his gun but now waving it in front of himself.

Sofia sensing that his gun might go off accidentally says to him in a calm voice, "Greg, put your gun down."

Sara also watching Greg says, "Greg, its okay. Put your gun down before it goes off."

"Why? Soone of youcan shoot me? Heck! There's no witness in here if I get shot. Help! Anybody, help!"

"Greg, for crying out loud, put your gun down before someone gets hurt!" Sara says raising her voice above Greg's shoutings.

Sofia shakes her head and turns around," I'm going. He's a screaming nut case."

"What? You're leaving me here with him like that?" Sara points at Greg and looks at Sofia surprised.

"You brought the screaming kid, you deal with the screaming kid. Plus, I gotta get ready." She gives Sara one last look, with a sly smile and adds, "for a date."

I'll kill her right now, so help me. Greg wouldn't even be a credible witness, hell, he's already hysterical. There would be no witness. It would be perfect.

Sara watches Sofia walk off.

"Help! Help! Hello! Help!"

"Greg, shut up now. Curtis left. GREG!" Sara walks up to him and smacks him on the head.

"Aww! What was that for?" he rubs the back of his head.

"That's for you getting hysterical," she smacks him again, "and that one is for acting plain stupid! Geez!"

"Hey! I cant help it if you two scare me." He was still rubbing his head, then smiles, "although I thought it was funny calling her the 'B' word," he starts chucking, "she the look in her face? Priceless!"

Sara smiles, "yeah, that was fun."

"Are you two fighting over someone? I'm hoping its me, but sure doesnt look like it. Uh, it is, well.." Greg looks at the floor, shifting uncomfortably, embarrassed of what he was thinking.

"Go ahead, Greg, say it. It's okay. I'm not going to hide it anymore." Sara says looking at Greg.

"Catherine?" He asked slowly as he looks up to her.

"Catherine," Sara says her name in a whisper, "Always has been her, Greg. She just...wonderful, funny, isnt it? Were at each other's throat alot, but still I keep coming back for more and it's getting harder hiding what I feel. She's... y'know, everything and more." She becomes quiet for a moment, then looks at Greg, "are you dissapointed? Surprised?" Sara asks.

Greg looks at Sara and smiles, "Dissapointed that it's not me, yeah. Surprised? Not anymore. But hell, this is hot! Man, you and Sofia have it for Catherine, whoa... damn! That is so hot! I mean Catherine is a hot mama babe. She is so sexy, you know. Who wouldnt want her? All the boys in the lab have this gigantic crush on her. They drool! Because she's Catherine, Sara. She's the Catherine Willows. Notice the 'Willow Walk', sleek and sexy. That's Catherine. I've dreamed about her several..." Greg was getting excited.

"Oh, spare me, Greg! So, seriously, you okay with it?" The 'Willow Walk', I like that. Very cute.

"Oh, yeah! This is way too hot. But I'm voting for you, you got my 100 percent support on this." Greg beams at Sara.

They stood there, quiet. Both of them thinknig of Catherine.

"Let's get out of here, Sara." Greg motions to the brunette,"this room will be in my book of embarrassing moments." He walks towards the exit sign.

"Wasn't your finest Kodak moment for sure," Sara starts laughing uncontrollably.

"Laugh all you want, Sara. Ha. Ha. Ha. I'm already feeling small and yet you step on little ol' me."

"I'm sorry, Greggo. It was funny though.' Sara tries to suppress her laugh.

They walk out the door and Sara asks, "do you ever picture the bitch naked?"

"Who, Sofia? Sure! Not only her though," Greg looks at Sara mischievously as he raises his eyebrow, "if you know what I mean."

"Spare the thoughts,Greg! But focus on her...think of Curtis naked...What's her real hair color?" Sara asks with a sly grin.

Greg stops, creases his brow for a few seconds, the grins widely.

"So, what's her real hair color?" Sara asks again grinning back.

Greg looks at Sara with the biggest grin crossing his face, "Certainly not blond!"

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i couldnt help the last part. if it offends you, I apologize. i do like Sofia, but can't in this story...feedbacks always welcomed.

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