I'm sooooo sorry I'm posting this so late! I've had a foreign exchange student at my house for the past week and she only went home a few days ago...and then my teachers decided to pile on the homework...yeah...ask me anything you want about the nominative, dative and accusative cases in German or, if you like, I could throw in some of my expert knowledge on lexical cohesion...*faints from exhaustion*

I have a rather good idea for a new fic, however I'll wait until I've finished this one so I don't confuse myself by working on two at the same time.

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or Karin. Jedoch, Anju gehört mir, und damit basta. Hehe.


It was at times like these that Sara dearly wished that she had a normal life.

Heather had agreed to search the Strip, whilst Grissom was back at Sara's apartment, just in case. Sara was currently running in the direction of the park.

Why? Why couldn't she have called us instead of going off and potentially doing something stupid?

When she reached the park, she took off down the path that lead through it. As she ran, she could see someone led on a bench not too far away. And someone else was standing over them…

Sophia and Catherine.

Sara stopped behind Sophia, who was standing over an unconscious Catherine. As Sophia turned round, she licked the blood from around her mouth.

"I think she got slightly anaemic," Sophia said quietly.

"Are you okay?" Sara took another step towards her.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

Sophia smiled slightly. "My taste is jealousy."

"That means..." Sara looked down at Catherine, "she's jealous?"

"Of you."

Sara frowned at her. "Why me?"

"Because when it came down to it, you were able to tell Grissom how you felt. She doesn't think she can do the same with Warrick."

Sophia smiled at her encouragingly. "But it's okay now. I sucked all of her jealousy, so she won't be envious of you anymore."

Sara's phone rang a few times, until Sara flipped it open. "Hey, Heather, it's me. I found her."

The good thing was, Sophia was okay.

The bad thing was, she wasn't.

She felt a lot less jealous of Sara, but there was still the 'Nick-misinterpreting-what-he-saw' issue to be dealt with.

As Catherine walked into the break room, she knew something was wrong.

Sara was the first to notice her. Nick told him, she mouthed.

I should have erased his memory rather than trying to give him a believeable excuse.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Nick, Sara and I are not a couple!" Catherine only just managed to resist throttling him as she sat down next to Sara.

"I think Sara's boyfriend would be jealous if the two of them were a couple," Grissom said as he walked in.

Greg grinned. "You know him, Grissom?"

"I do, actually."

Sara had to keep herself from laughing out loud.

Grissom paired Catherine with Warrick, and she grimaced.

Why does he keep-wait, no, this is a good thing! I can tell him the truth…to a certain extent…

As they were on their way to the crime scene, Warrick spoke up. "So, is there actually anything between you and Sara?"

Catherine nearly crashed the vehicle. "No, of course not! Nick misinterpreted what he saw."

"But he said-"

"Yeah, but-" How am I going to explain it to him?

Catherine took a deep breath. "I'm…not in a relationship with Sara. She already has a boyfriend."

Warrick looked at her for a moment, then his face broke into a grin. "It's Grissom, isn't it?"

Catherine kept quiet.

"I knew it."

"You didn't hear it from me."

As they pulled up to the scene, they saw Grissom and Sara walking towards the yellow tape.

"What are you two doing here?" Catherine yelled as they went after them with their kits

"We got kicked off our case; this case is bigger, so they got some people from swing to cover it," Sara explained.

When the four of them entered the warehouse, Sara and Catherine covered their mouths and noses.

"There's so much blood," whispered Sara.

They began processing the scene. Catherine and Sara were trying hard not to think about blood but, considering the situation, that was quite difficult.

Sara heard something, or someone, move on the floor above, and her hand flew to her gun.

"You hear that, Catherine?"

Catherine took out her gun. "Yep."

"Where are the two of you going?" asked Warrick.

"We think there might be a suspect on the premises."

How would they even know that?

With their guns drawn, the four of them made their way to the next floor, to find the suspect trying to escape out of a window.

"Las Vegas Police!" yelled Catherine.

The suspect turned round and fired at Sara and Catherine. They didn't move, nor did the bullets do any damage to them.

"How…?" Warrick was speechless.

So bullets can't hurt them, thought Grissom.

The suspects eyes widened. He fired at them once more and, again, they weren't affected.

"What are you?" he yelled.

Catherine turned to look at Warrick. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

In an instant, both women had the suspect pinned to the ground.

"If you hadn't fired your gun and discovered us, I wouldn't have to do this," Catherine said as she erased the man's memory.

They got off him and came to stand in front of Warrick.

"What are they doing?" Warrick asked Grissom.

"I think they're trying to decide on whether or not Catherine should erase your memory," Grissom replied.

Catherine didn't want Warrick to see her as some kind of…monster, but at the same time, she wanted to be completely honest with him.

"He might be worth testing, Cath," Sara looked at her. "Just like you did with Gil."

Gil…I knew it…

"Don't worry, Warrick," smiled Sara. "As long as you keep out secret, you'll be fine. But," she leaned forward, "if you break her heart, I'll make your mind completely blank."

But she can't even erase memories…

"Sara! Don't scare him like that!" Catherine scolded, blushing slightly.

"But…how can you even erase memories?" Warrick asked.

Sara smiled at him, showing him her fangs. Warrick took a step backwards in shock.

"No way…you too, Catherine?"

Catherine nodded slowly.

"What are you guys doing up here?" asked Brass as he walked into the room, only to find the suspect unconscious on the floor.

"We apprehended the suspect," Catherine smiled.

"He shot at us, and we weren't injured, but because he saw, Catherine erased his memory," Sara explained further.

Why are they just telling him that?

It was the end of shift, and Catherine had managed to make it almost all the way to her car without being caught by Warrick. Or so she thought.

"Catherine?"

Oh crap, he's gonna ask me questions about earlier…

"Why have you been trying to avoid me ever since we got back from the crime scene?"

"Because…"

"You thought that your being a vampire would mean that I wouldn't accept you?"

"Well, naturally."

Warrick looked shocked. "Catherine, how could you ever think that?"

He took a step towards her, but she backed away.

"Sara's a vampire too, but she and Grissom-"

"It's not the same!"

Warrick frowned. "How so?"

"She's…not…a normal vampire…"

"What do you mean, she's not normal?"

"Her blood increases, so when she bites someone, she injects her excess blood. She's not as susceptible to certain things as regular vampires are…so she's practically human."

"Like crosses, garlic and sunlight?"

"Crosses don't harm vampires anyway, but even though she can still smell garlic strongly, it's as though she's addicted to it. And even though sunlight can wipe me out, she loves sunlight."

"But what does that have to do with-"

"I'm not like that. I don't really like sunlight, I eat garlic but I can still be repulsed by the smell at times…it just…won't work…"

"But I'm still confused-"

"You're a human! I'm a vampire! It could never work out! Can't you understand that?"

"I don't see the problem."

Catherine looked at him.

He took her face in his hands. "Does it really bother you?"

Catherine looked at him for a long while, then swatted his hands away.

"I'm sorry, Warrick, we can't."

She turned on her heel and walked towards her car, leaving an incredibly confused Warrick to stare after her.

There was an unexpected knock at his door, which Warrick answered.

What was even more unexpected than that was Catherine throwing her arms around him.

She clung on to him, silently refusing to let go. He had to forcefully remove her arms from around his neck.

"Catherine, I thought you said that-"

"I lied, Warrick."

Warrick tried to pull away from her, but she only clung on to him tighter.

"I don't know what it is about you," she whispered, "But even though I tried to distance myself from you, it's not working."

"Catherine-"

"I love you."

That had caught him completely off guard.

She loves me…

"I'm deeply in love with you," she continued, "I don't care if the lab says I can't…I don't care if other vampires say I can't…I didn't choose to fall in love with you, I just did…"

She smiled up at him. "I can perfectly understand why you wouldn't feel the same way…I guess most people would be-"

She was silenced by Warrick brushing his lips gently over hers.

"Catherine, how could you ever think that?"

"I…er…"

"I love you, too."

No way…

He kissed her again. She sighed happily and slid her arms around his neck.

When they pulled apart, Catherine leant her head on Warrick's shoulder.

"You're not stressed anymore."

"How did you know that I was stressed?"

"I could sense it."

"How?"

"It'll be too much to take in now," Catherine sniffed the air. "You're making popcorn."

"I was about to watch a film, but then a beautiful woman turned up on my doorstep and confessed her love for me."

"And she wants to spend some time with the man she loves."

"What an incredible coincidence..."

Catherine smiled. This is perfect…no one could possibly jeopardise this…

How little she knew…

It was an unusually quiet night. Catherine and Warrick were working on the only B&E that seemed to have taken place in Vegas and, for some reason, they'd eagerly volunteered to work together. Hmmm…

Sara was sat reading a book in the break room. The book was actually in German, a language which she'd picked up when she'd lived in Germany for a while. Maybe she should go and impress Grissom with her German. She loved it when he complimented her.

She made her way to his office, ready to blast him with various phrases he probably wouldn't understand. When she got there, she overheard the tail-end of Grissom's sentence.

"…scared that you're going to be turned into blood sucking monsters!"

Time stopped.

The book dropped to the floor.

She didn't hear anything after that. She simply stared at him in shock.

Blood sucking monsters…

"So that's how it is," she whispered before turning and walking out of the room.

Oh no, she only heard that last part…

He picked up the book she'd dropped and went after her, leaving Nick and Greg standing in his office, totally confused.

He found her sat in the locker room, crying. He sat down next to her and pulled her close to him.

"I knew this was too good to be true," she sniffed.

"You didn't hear everything that I said, Sara," he whispered.

"I heard enough."

"No, you didn't."

Sara looked up at him, leaning into his touch as he brushed a stray tear from her cheek.

"Sara, did you let Catherine have some of your blood before shift?"

Sara's eyes widened. "How do you know that?"

"Nick and Greg told me."

"They…"

"I asked them why they'd come to me when Catherine was the person they should have been going to, and I pointed out to them that they probably didn't go to her because they were just scared of being turned into blood sucking monsters."

I totally misunderstood…

"I was about to ask you in private if you wanted to tell them. I didn't feel it was my place to say anything."

Sara snuggled up to him. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. But…how are we going to explain to Nick and Greg?"

"I'll get Catherine to erase their memories."

"Why can't you?"

"I can't erase memories, probably because I'm not a normal vampire."

Grissom's phone rang. "Grissom," he answered.

He listened for a while, then said, "Okay, Jim, we'll be right there."

"After he'd hung up, he said, "We have a 419 in Henderson."

"Back to work," sighed Sara.

She walked out of the airport, and looked up at the dark sky.

Lots of people looked at her strangely, since she'd just walked off a plane with no hold or hand luggage with her.

Like she needed them.

She took a deep breath, and exhaled.

"It's been a while, Las Vegas," she smiled to herself.

Sara had seen some strange crime scenes, but this one took the cake. Literally.

The dead man was sat at a table in the garden, with his face in a Victoria Sponge cake and the back of his throat slit.

"Maybe the cake killed him," David jokingly suggested as he took the temperature of the corpse.

Sara turned round to look at the people gathered round the tape, and her heart skipped a beat.

In the crowd, towards the back, there was someone…

…someone who looked almost exactly like Sara herself.

No…it couldn't be…

She blinked and the woman was gone. But there was no doubt about it. She'd definitely been there.

But if it was her…why now?

"Gil, there's something I need to talk to you about," Sara said as they walked down the corridor.

"Sara," Catherine came out of nowhere, "You decided about breakfast yet?"

"You never asked."

"Yeah, I did. Five minutes ago, when I told you that I got your message, erased Greg and Nick's memories and that Warrick and I are now a couple."

They both stared at her.

"Catherine," Sara began, "About that last part…"

"Sara, you weren't here five minutes ago," Grissom whispered in her ear.

"I know," Sara whispered back, then turned to Catherine. "Where did I go?"

"The break room."

Sara grabbed Grissom's arm and practically dragged him to the break room.

A tall, slim woman was stood with her back to them. Grissom noticed that she looked incredibly like Sara from behind.

"No way," Sara breathed.

"What's the matter, sweetie?" the woman turned around.

Grissom audibly gasped.

Apart from the fact that her hair was longer and darker, and that there was no gap in her teeth, the woman stood in front of him looked exactly like Sara. They were even wearing similar clothes.

"Wh-wh-what are you doing here?!" Sara stammered.

"Can't I pay a visit to my darling granddaughter?" the woman smiled.

Granddaughter?



Reviews please! They make me happy, and I'm more likely to update sooner if I get reviews. Heather wasn't in this chapter, but she's still my personal slave, so you know what that means...