Still amazed she starred at the blonde, when she came back with the cat by her side and a bowl in her hands.

"Now it's time for you to eat, Justice. Please. Do me the favor and eat, will you?" She put the bowl on the floor and sat on Sara's bed, Justice right back on her lap. "Honey, you're supposed to eat. Shall I take the bowl on my lap so you can be with me and eat?" She took the bowl on her lap and sat in front of the cat. Now Justice started eating. "See, not that difficult. Eat, you have to eat a lot."

"That's what I try all the time. Without success."

"Do I have to feed you?"

"If you want your cat alive, it looks like it."

"Listen Justice, you have to eat when Sara feeds you. It's important, you hear me? Please, eat when she gives you something."

"Or you feed him."

Sofia sighed. "I can't."

"Why?"

"Because…there are many reasons…"

"Sofia, he will stop eating as soon as you're gone."

"I can't stay…even when you use your gun. I can't stay and…I'd be very grateful if you could not tell anybody…"

"What happened? Sofia, I want answers."

"I can't give you any."

"Why?"

"I can't. Sorry."

"You saved my life, you break into my condo and don't give me an explanation?"

"Yes."

"Forgot who has the gun."

"Sara." Sofia smiled. "You won't hurt me. Take good care of my kitten, will you?"

"He isn't a kitten and you won't leave."

"Yes I will."

"No." Sara grabbed the hand of the blonde and stopped her from getting up. "Don't go."

"You have a lot of questions, I can't give you answers. Make sure Justice is fine."

"But…"

"No, I've to go."

"Don't. Please. Stay a little bit longer with us."

"Like until you're asleep? Watch you, make sure you fall asleep?"

"I don't want you to leave. Sofia, your parents…"

"Don't! Please. It's hard enough."

"But why…"

"I really can't give you answers, Sara." Sofia leant back, stroke over Justice's back. "Turn off the lights."

"Why?"

"Otherwise you won't fall asleep."

"I don't want to fall asleep, wake up and you're gone."

"I'll be gone anyway."

"Sofia…"

"No, there is no other way. You can watch me leave or I stay until you're asleep. Did you take your medication?"

"I don't need a babysitter."

"No, of course not. Lay down, close your eyes. Our tiger is done, he ate everything, nothing is left in his bowl. Justice, lay down next to Sara, the two of you need some sleep."

"I don't want you to leave. Will you come back?"

"Sara…don't make me promise things I can't keep. Lay down and relax."

The brunette sighed and lay down. There was nothing she could do to make Sofia stay. The blonde was right, there was no way she'd shoot her and there were no chances to make her stay.

Sofia watched how Sara's hand found Justice fur and stroke it softly. Her cat was in the best hands, she could have wished for. Before she came to Sara, she had been to her own apartment, looked for Justice and when she couldn't find him, she was sure, he was with her parents. That he refused to eat and put his life at risk, was not what she expected. It changed plans, she had to make sure, he was okay, would eat. How she could do this, was so far a mystery to her.

And Sara. When she decided to come here, all she wanted was a quick look at the brunette, check that she was okay and leave. The whole thing wasn't supposed to take longer than a minute. Go inside, check on Sara and leave. But then Justice saw her, knew it was her, even when she wore a mask. She had to take him in her arms, had to hold him tight, spend some time with him. She missed him. Her little baby tiger. To see him here was a surprise, but Sara seemed to try everything, to make Justice feel good.

What did the all mean for Sofia? She couldn't stay, couldn't come back here every night and make sure, they were both all right. Officially she was dead and it had to stay like this. When Sara didn't keep her promise, there was nobody, who'd believe her. They all were sure Sofia was dead, when somebody said different, this person was wrong.

Seeing Sara and Justice together made her happy and sad. She knew both were happy to see her, Justice started to eat again and Sara…of course the brunette had many questions. Sofia couldn't give her any answers, she just couldn't.

Softly she stroke over Justice's fur. Her car purred, happy to have her back. When she left now, she'd break his heart. He stopped eating, didn't want to live without her anymore. Was it better to take him with her? But she couldn't. He had to stay with Sara, she took good care of him, did everything for him.

Sara. Sofia smiled at the brunette, who was asleep. The blonde was sure the brunette refused to take all her medications, little stubborn mind. So cute when she lay there and slept, her hand on Justice, making sure, they had physical contact. Carefully Sofia bent over and kissed Sara softly on her lips. "Sleep tight, Sara. I'll be back, I promise. Just can't promise you when. Make sure you and Justice are all right. I'm glad you're together." She kissed her cat. "Stay with her, don't make her worry. She loves you. I'll be back." She got up and was glad Justice stay with Sara when she quietly left the room. Time for her to leave.

When Sara woke up and stopped breathing for a second. She had the weirdest dream ever! In her dream Sofia was in her bedroom, the blonde was alive, they talked and…it was all so weird. But nice. Sofia was alive, she came here to check on her, she was the one, who saved her in the alley and…it was a dream, wasn't it? She looked at Justice, who was next to her, watched her.

"Justice, I had a nice but very weird dream, I dreamed Sofia was alive and here. She fed you, you finally ate again and…why is your bowl in my bed?" In her dream Sofia fed the cat here, the bowl on her lap, sitting on Sara's bed. Now the bowl, that was in the kitchen last night an Sara was sure about this, she cleaned it before she went to bed and left some dry food in it, knowing Justice wouldn't touch it. No food but the bowl on her bed. The cat couldn't carry the bowl, that was for sure. How did it get here? Did she carry it?

"It was a dream, wasn't it?" Her eyes searched her bed and she found her gun at the same place, where she left it last night. In her dream, she aimed her gun at Sofia, not knowing it was the blonde. When the gun was where she left it last night, it meant it was a dream. Right? Or did she put the gun away when Sofia went into the kitchen to feed Justice?

"I want answers, in my dream I didn't get any. When I can find trace of a break in, it wasn't a dream and I…I've to think about al of this. Sofia doesn't have a key, means when she came into my apartment, there must be evidence left. I'm a CSI, I know how to read evidence. Want to join me?" She got out of bed, Justice stayed where he was. "Okay, I do it myself." She put on some sweat pants and went to her front door. Open it and kneeing in front of it, she took a closer look at it. There were some scratches, they could be from her key or from a tool to open her door. What did Sofia in her dream say? Sara's security system was good, but she was better.

"Maybe it wasn't a dream…but…no…I saw how Sofia got shot and fell. It had to be a dream. Everything else is crazy. The medication must make me dream weird stuff, probably I'll dream next night I'm a queen in an African country." Nevertheless, she'd have a look for a better security system and buy a chain and bolt for her door. Better safe than sorry. And in case it wasn't a dream, Sofia had to ring her doorbell, like all other guests did - alive guests.

Sofia alive. It couldn't be. If the blonde survived, she had told them. Everybody thought she was dead, why should let them believe this? Let them suffer. Especially her parents. The blonde wouldn't do that.

It was a dream, a weird dream. But it felt good. To have Sofia back. When the blonde was alive all the problems with Justice were over and a lot of people were very, very happy. Sara was one of them. She missed Sofia, more than she thought, more than she wanted to admit to herself. Having the blonde here…it felt good. Even when it was only a dream. Sofia alive. A crazy dream.