Sara and Catherine were back in the car. Sara found herself slightly more relaxed with Cath's driving this time around. However much putting her fate in someone else's hands scared her, there was nobody she was more willing to trust with her life.

Catherine smiled, she knew how much sara would regret her desicion to work in the field as long as she could. She sniggered as she imagined Sara trying to bend down to swab blood evidence on the floor and realising she couldn't reach it.

"What?" Sara demanded.

Must have heard me laugh. Fuck.

"Nothing. Uh. Just thinking about... a joke Greg told me earlier." She lied

"Oh really. And you think I'm a bad liar? You've been with me all day. What was funny?" Sara countered, one eyebrow raised sceptically.

Catherine swallowed. This was how I die, then, is it? Sara would shoot me at close range.

"Uh... I was picturing you, 8 months pregnant, working a scene. Just that you wouldn't be able to... work so well. You know?"

Sara laughed out loud. "Catherine, I don't kill people. Why are you so nervous about talking to me?"

Catherine scowled. "Am not."

Are too. Sara thought smugly.

"Okay, we're here" Catherine said. They both stepped out of the car and simutaneously put on their aviators. Catherine approached the responding officer and Sara stepped off in the direction of the scene. The closer she got, the more of the scene revealed itself. She knelt down next to the body and pretended to be examining the knife haphazardly sticking out of the body.

Instead, she tuned her ears to the conversation Catherine was having.

"... Knife crime. We can't let this guy get away. That is only part of the scene, there's another two bodies about 500 yards that way, Miss Willows." Sara cursed being faced away from the two.

"Well why did you only call one in? That's triple homicide!" Catherine questioned, loudly.

"We hadn't found the other two at that point." He said, sheepishly.

Sara rolled her eyes, and they fell on a shoeprint. Miraculous that it was still here. She knew she'd better collect it as soon as possible.

Something within the print glittered. What the hell IS that? She wondered.

"Hey, Cath?" She said, loudly and slowly, without turning around incase the shiny object should disappear.

Catherine turned at the sound of Sara's voice. Neither of them had grabbed their kits from the car, so she sprinted over and removed them from the trunk before heading over to Sara.

"I think it's glass, Cath. But there's some writing on it." Sara said as Catherine knelt down beside her. Catherine opened her kit and took out tweezers and an evidence bag. After bagging it, Sara placed the mould around the print and poured the plaster in. As it dried, Sara watched Catherine walk around the scene, pausing occasionally when she notices something interesting. Sara smiled. This woman was hers forever, to have and to hold, till death do us part.

Sara was shook out of her reverie by the assistant coroner pulling up. As he hopped out of the truck, Sara waved at him. Catherine was examining what looked like spatter.

"Hey, Sar! Got some medium velocity spatter over here!" She was holding up a swab that had turned pink. Sara smiled, waiting for David to tell her she could pull out the knife from just below his ribs.

Later on, as they sent David back with the evidence and body, they went to check the other scene. As soon as it came into sight, Sara turned and vomited. It was by far the worst scene she had seen in a while.

Lying inside the tape, was a mother and her daughter. The mother had her arms wrapped protectively around her little girl, and the resemblance to the Willows' girls was horrifying. After she was done throwing up, she turned back to Catherine who was watching her curiously.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Cath, we are going to catch this bastard."

So that's about it for this part, sorry it took so long to upload.