A/N: Haha, sorry everyone... I honestly didn't even realize I was leaving you with a cliffhanger, cuz it just was the logical place to end it and I went on to write the next chapter moments later... Though, to be honest, I'm not that sorry. Lol just kidding. Well, you all have been wondering how Catherine was going to react, here is your moment of truth! Kind of... lol

Being that it was a pretty mellow day for DNA, I was particularly pleased to get a surprise visit from Sofia. Even more so when she brought up Sara's crush on Catherine, as I had noticed it months before and had been itching to gossip about it. Unfortunately for us, we got a little too carried away, failing to notice Catherine in the doorway until it was too late.

"Is this all true?" Catherine asked before Sofia even realized she was there.

"Shit… Catherine, don't be mad," I said gingerly.

Catherine shook her head, and I realized she was completely dumbfounded. "Mad? I'm not mad… Confused… Yes…"

Sofia and I looked to one another awkwardly, not quite sure what to say. After what seemed to be a very long silence, Catherine seemed to find her footing again. "Well? Are you going to explain or what?"

"I… I just had a feeling," I blurted out. "I don't know anything. Sofia's the one that knows about her checking out your rack and stuff."

Sofia gawked at me, obviously pissed at being thrown under the bus. I tried to give her an apologetic smile, but she just rolled her eyes.

"Sofia?" Catherine asked firmly, her initial shock obviously wearing off.

"I so didn't want to end up in the middle of this," Sofia sighed.

Catherine was starting to get irritated. "Well, you're in it now, so someone tell me what the hell is going on."

"Okay," Sofia surrendered, "this is everything I know: Sara thinks you're hot. She said she wants you, pretty badly it seems, and she may or may not have a sexual fantasy about you."

"Oh, I'm sure she does," I said without thinking.

Sofia glared. "Not helpful, Simms."

"Back up," Catherine commanded. "She told you she wants me?"

"No… she told Greg," Sofia confessed.

Catherine frowned. "And Greg told you?"

"Actually, Greg told Nick," I chimed in.

"Wait, why did she tell Greg in the first place?" Catherine continued to interrogate us.

"Because Sara told Warrick she thinks you're hot… and then he told Greg, who got her drunk enough to confess… and then he told Nick…"

Catherine sighed. "Then Nick told you, and you told Wendy… Christ, am I the only one who didn't know about this?"

"Well… I technically found out at the same time as you," I pointed out. "Since you were, you know, hovering."

"I was not hovering," Catherine defended herself. "How else do you expect me to react when I walk in the room and hear 'Sara has some sort of sexual fantasy about Catherine' right off the bat? And what about this 'feeling' of yours anyway?"

"Oh, right. That," I mumbled. "It's just, you know, the way she looks at you."

"How exactly does she look at me? 'Drooling' aside," Catherine asked.

I wasn't really sure how to explain it. It was one of those things you just had to see for yourself, but when you did, you knew. "Just… like she wants you. You really never noticed? Not even a little?"

"No," Catherine sighed. "I mean, we have been getting along better, and she was acting funny earlier. Almost… shy. I thought it was my imagination…"

I couldn't quite gage Catherine's reaction to all this. There was definite confusion, and a degree of surprise. Whether she saw it as a negative thing or not was anyone's guess.

Out of things to say, I looked pleadingly to Sofia for help.

"Look, Catherine, I know this is awkward," she began, "being that we're not exactly close. The guys all seem to agree that this is a purely sexual thing because, well, they're guys, I guess. But Wendy and I, we really think it's more than that."

That seemed to make Catherine take a step backwards into being dumbfounded again, so I piped up. "We're not saying we think you need to do anything about it. Just… go easy on her."

Suddenly, it was like a light went on in Catherine's head and she grinned. "Do me a favor," she beckoned. "If you see Sara, don't tell her we had this conversation."

I would have thought her motive was to avoid an uncomfortable situation, if it wasn't for the beaming look on her face. "That!" I exclaimed to Sofia, pointing at Catherine. "That is how Sara looks at her! Oh my god…" realization suddenly hit me. "You want her too, don't you?"

Catherine smirked a little half-smile. "Just promise you won't tell," she said again before walking out of the room, whatever she'd initially come in for completely forgotten now.

Sofia and I looked at each other, stunned silent before we both started to laugh.

"Well, tonight suddenly got a lot more interesting," I said.

Sofia nodded. "I'll say."

Grissom popped his head into the room. "Have either of you seen Sara?" he asked.

"Uh, last I saw she was in the break room," Sofia told him.

He nodded and made like he was going to leave again, but then turned back around. "What have you two heard about this situation with her and Catherine?"

We looked to each other and then back to Grissom, wondering how on earth word had gotten to him. "Nothing," I replied quickly, Sofia echoing my statement.

He regarded us carefully, quite obviously aware we were lying, which was apparently all he needed to know. "Thank you," he said sarcastically, leaving for good this time.

"That can't be good," I said warily.

"Probably not," Sofia agreed. "Hey, I should probably go see if there's any detecting to be done. I'll stop by again sometime, so we can actually catch up."

I nodded my understanding. "Sounds good. Might want to wait until the Sara threat level has gone from red to at least yellow."

She chuckled on her way out the door. "I'll keep that in mind. Later, Simms," she called, leaving through the opposite end from which she'd come in. Seemed my lab had become a revolving door today, as the next second Sara appeared on my other side.

"Hey, Wendy, I know it was low priority, but did you get a chance to run that hair from me and Warrick's B&E?"

"Hair? Oh, no, not yet, sorry," I stuttered, knowing I wasn't any good at keeping secrets, but also not wanting to have Catherine bite my head of if I let the cat out of the bag… so to speak. "Um, Grissom was just looking for you."

She frowned. "Did he say why?"

"Well, he mentioned the… you know… the 'Catherine situation.'" There went my big mouth.

She slumped, looking almost defeated as she shook her head. "How did you…" she started, but she didn't get to finished as Grissom sneaked up to the doorway once again, in that creepily undetectable way he was known for.

"Yes, about the 'Catherine situation,'" he reiterated firmly. "Sara, a word in my office, please?"

Sara's eyes turned skyward, seeming to ask the gods why this was happening to her. "This is so not my day," she groaned.