Lindsey sat in the middle of her bed with the bed covers covering her small frame. She sighed and looked out of her open window and into the dark skies, which seemed to match her mood these days. She didn't know when she started to feel the aching pain of a lonely heart and the missing piece of the puzzle, all she understood was that it hurt like hell and the only person to blame was her mother. And now this? How could her mother possibly believe that she would be okay with any of this? All she wanted was her father. Or at least her mother could be around more often."I bet she's downstairs right now, doing god knows what with that stupid, Sara, freaking Sidle" Lindsey spat, her words venomous.

Lindsey fell back and looked up to her ceiling, her eyes hurt from staying awake and her lungs felt heavy in her chest. She really couldn't have been in a worse mood and all she had to think about now was what she was going to do about Sara and her mother."I never even knew Mom was gay" Lindsey said to herself, she liked thinking out loud. It made things a lot easier sometimes. But she couldn't understand why her mother didn't tell her before, had she just found out? It couldn't have taken her that long could it? "God, the way the both talked to me. They acted like I was six.. I'm practically eleven and we know a lot of things!" Lindsey said in anger, her fists clenched and she tugged at her pink bed sheets. Of course she knew a lot of things, all eleven-year olds did of course. But just because she knew, it didn't silence her thoughts about everything in general. Would Sara be moving in with them?"I guess I could learn to leave with that.." Lindsey mumbled as she pulled the bed covers tightly around her. But something held Lindsey back strongly, what if Sara was going to be a replacement. "But with Sara around, Mom will be to busy loving her.. What about me?" Lindsey cried softly, clinging to her heart shaped pillow and using it to muffle her cries.

About an hour later Lindsey was fast asleep, her hands still clinging to the pillow she had once used to wipe up her tears. Catherine slowly pushed open her daughters bedroom door, strips of light flooded the back of the room and highlighted Lindsey's soft and baby-like features.

"Oh, Lindsey. What have I done wrong?" Catherine asked quietly, making sure not to stir her daughter from her peaceful dreaming.

"You've done nothing wrong" an uneven voice said from behind. Two long arms pulling Catherine into a comforting embrace.

"I don't know, maybe I should have thought of Lindsey first, I-I –" Catherine whispered, turning her body around so her head could rest on Sara's shoulder.Sara ran her fingers through Catherine's hair and watched Lindsey sleep. In a weird way Sara felt she could relate to what Lindsey was going through. As a child Sara never had a mother around, Lindsey was lucky enough to actually have a mother there.And this was completely new, entirely, completely new.

"Cat? I'd best go, I've got a shift in a couple of hours and you should really make sure Lindsey's okay. I'll see you after my shift, okay?" Sara said, looking at the older CSI with a loving gaze.

Catherine frowned and brushed her lips against Sara's "Can't I tempt you to stay?" she asked seductively.

Sara let a small moan float out under her breath "Mmm, Cat. You're the one with the night off; I'll see you after my shift. I promise" Sara breathed out before letting her one hand slide down Catherine's back. Catherine pouted and kissed the brunette passionately. Her mind was a whirlwind of pleasure for Sara and Sadness for her daughter.

"Bye, Sara.. I-I love you" Catherine said, moments after her lips left Sara's.

Sara's eyes softened and her face allowed itself to show a very faint half smile "And I love you too" She replied before heading down the stairs, leaving her lover to sleep the rest of the late evening away.

Catherine diverted her attention back to her sleeping daughter. She really didn't want to wake her so she settled for taking a shower then going to bed herself.She walked down the small hallway and entered the modern style bathroom. She elegantly slipped of her clothes with minimal effort and turned on the showers spray.The water streamed down her back and then down those perfectly shaped legs. She started humming something randomly, whilst making sure her hair didn't get wet. She didn't quite fancy having to dry it, all she wanted was to fall into her bed and have a good few hours' sleep. She reached for her favourite shower gel, strawberry scented. The smell always stuck with her throughout the day and calmed her when she desperately needed sleep.

After about ten more minutes of the hot spray washing away the aches and worries of last nights shift and previous hours disasters, Catherine grabbed a towel from the side and wrapped it around her body, her feet leaving wet footprints on the floor as she gathered her clothes up and put them in the laundry basket. Catherine lazily walked to her bedroom, finding a very old baggy band shirt she borrowed from Greg once. It was the day when she would always remember to bring a spare set of clothes to work, shoes and all. She slipped the top over her head and let her loose, blonde hair fall to her shoulders in a messy wave. She let the towel fall onto the floor and she sunk into her bed, pulling the covers over herself tightly and silently wishing Sara was there to make things seem not so bad.

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Not a super long chapter, which I'm very sorry for by the way! I did write this at 2am, hehe. Anyway, I just want to say thank you so much for all the reviews and helpful ideas. It really makes me think I'm acutally writing something good for once :)

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