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A/N: Hello again and thank you for the reviews. I still love those.

This chapter's short and (almost) irrelevant for the plot, but like I said, I needed a break from Lindsey. (Ouch... That sounded mean...) You'll get the next chapter soon. (When I say soon, I mean 4 days, maximum. Might happen tonight, you never know.) Tell me what you're thinking.

Later, in the lab's break room

Sara and Catherine were sitting on the sofa, sipping their coffees and reading magazines when Warrick and Nick walked in.

"Hi girls."

"Hey. Nick, how's your flu?" Catherine asked while the boys walked to the coffee pot.

"Pretty much gone. A little headache is left but I'm fine."

"Good to hear."

"So, Sara." Warrick started and sat down. "You look well rested for someone who slept in the lab."

"Actually I slept in Catherine's guest room."

"Nice. One-night stand or are you going to stay there longer?"

"Whoa, whoa. Stop there." Nick interrupted. "Why would Sara sleep in the lab? What did I miss?"

"Sorry Nick." Sara gave her friend an apologizing smile. "A water pipe blew off in my apartment and I had to move out. It's gonna take at least a month until I can go back. Catherine offered I could stay with her and Lindsey."

"So you're going to stay longer?" Warrick repeated his earlier question.

"I'm not into one-night stands." She flashed a beautiful, gap-toothed smile.

"Ok,what are you talking about?" Greg was standing in the doorway. Luckily his coffee cup was empty and made of plastic, otherwise it would have caused quite a mess when it hit the floor.

"Catherine offered I could live with her and Lindsey until I can move back to my own apartment. I was just telling Warrick that I'm going to stay longer than just one night."

"Oh... Hey, wait a minute! So you turned me down because of her? Damn, this hurts..." Greg put his hand on his heart and looked miserable.

"Actually, I turned you down before Catherine made her offer."

"Sure, twist the knife in the wound."

Greg jumped when someone coughed right behind him. He stepped aside and let Grissom in.
"Gee, boss. No reason to scare people like that."

"True." He put his reading glasses on and looked at his files. "But I couldn't resist. And you might wanna clean up that coffee cup before someone steps on it or something."

"Right..."Greg threw the cup to trash can and sat down. Rest of the team smiled. Everyone seemed to have a good day.

"So... Good evening people. Before I forget: Sara, this is for you." Grissom gave her an envelope. "Man who brought it said something about not knowing your temporary address." Sara realized she still hadn't told Grissom and he was probably waiting for some kind of explanation.
"Thanks." I'll explain later.
"Oh, and your car's fixed. It's at the parking lot."
"Perfect."

"So, the assignments. You two continue with the body dump." He nodded towards the women. "Hodges has some results for you. And here's the autopsy report. We continue with our case and Nick and Warrick, a man was found in a hotel room. Painted blue, raped with an object and strangled. In that order. Brass is waiting for you."

"What's wrong with this town?" Nick sighed and took the case file from Grissom's hand.

"This is Vegas, man. That's wrong." Warrick answered and followed him.

Grissom and Greg left soon afterwards, leaving the women sitting on the sofa.
Sara opened the letter while Catherine read through the autopsy report.

"Day keeps getting better." Sara mumbled after reading the letter.

"What is it?" Catherine asked trying to figure out whether Sara was being sarcastic or if the letter really was a good thing.

"They've packed my furniture and other stuff into a store room. Here's the address and the key. And I don't even have to pay for it."

"Sounds good."

"Yeah. I think I'll check that after work." Sara got up. "But now we need to catch the bad guys. Anything useful in the autopsy report?"

Catherine handed her the paper and they started to walk towards the evidence lab. "Shot wound caused his lungs to fill up with blood. He drowned in it. And it didn't happen very fast."

"Have you ever kept a list about how you don't wanna die?"

"I used to. It got too long."

7:15 am, 45 minutes until the shift ends.

Sara was walking to Catherine's office when she ran to Nick in the hallway.

"Hey, Nick! How's your Smurf-man?"

"You mean the blue one?"

"No, I mean the one with a funny hat." Sara looked at him with a serious expression. "Of course I mean the blue one."

"Well, so far we've found the paint is used in theaters. Right now we're analyzing what the security cameras saw. Oh, and the hotel room was paid with his dead brother's credit card."

"How can a dead person have a credit card?"

"That's what the credit card company is trying to find out."

"Okay."

"How's your case going?"

"Turned out to be the normal story. Right place, wrong woman. Wife found him in bed with with the babysitter."

"How's the girl?"

"She'll live. She was left in the desert with a shot wound in her shoulder. Luckily someone saw her and got her to hospital."

"You have the wife in custody?"

"She confessed as soon as we knocked on her door."

Nick nodded. "Sorry, but I got to go, I'm actually heading for Hodges' lab. He paged me a while ago."

"Sure. See ya."

Sara walked to Catherine's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Catherine answered with her formal tone.

"Good morning, Miss Willows," Sara answered, trying to sound just as formal.

"Sara." Catherine smiled.

"Yes, that's my name." Sara stepped in, closed the door and leaned against it. "I just thought to ask if there's something I could do? There's still 40 minutes left to spend. And it's quite quiet around here."

"Well, I think I can handle the paper work alone so I think you can leave early if you want. You got your car back so you don't need to wait for me. And I know you want to check that store room."

"Actually..." Sara glanced at her watch and counted something. "If I do the paperwork, you might catch Lindsey in time to have a conversation before she leaves for school. She promised to talk with you, remember?"

"Now I'm getting worried again."

"No reason to. I just don't want to give her time to change her mind."

"Ok. You sure you wanna do this?" Catherine got up and took her purse.

The brunette stepped aside from the door and nodded. "Just go. I need my fix of overtime. And by the way, it's my turn to make dinner, so don't stress about that. I'll go to groceries before heading for home."

Catherine stopped at the door and turned look at her friend, smiling widely.

"What? What did I say?" the brunette asked.

"You said 'home'." Catherine said and left her office.

I didn't. Did I?