A/N: First of all I want to apologize for the lack of updates. Apparently my internet issues weren't completely solved and on top of that I was having a major writer's block. This chapter was written weeks ago but I wasn't completely satisfied with it so I wanted to change some things but I couldn't. To make it up I made this chapter slightly longer than my other chapters. So... ENJOY!

Catherine's POV

'Lindsey! Are you ready? Sara is going to be here any minute now!' I scream at the bottom of the stairs, it's Saturday afternoon and Lindsey is going to the club with Sara. It's the third time Sara is taking her there. Apparently my daughter likes to help her out with stock ordering and other stuff that need to be done before the club is ready to open.

'Yeah, mom. I'm ready, I'll be there in a sec.' she shouts back from behind her bedroom door. I have no clue what she's doing there, but she said she had to get some stuff and she's been there for the last 20 minutes now.

'Okay!' I walk back to the kitchen and continue doing the dishes while humming alone with a great song on the radio. I almost break a plate when Lindsey puts a hand on my shoulder.

'See…done!' she smiles at me, but I'm too startled to return it.

'Geez, Linds. You nearly gave me a heart attack.'

'Sorry.' She says but it sounds far from apologetic, I believe it was her intention otherwise she would have made more noise on the stairs or coughed or something. 'Need some help?'

'No thanks, I'm almost done.' I finally smile at her, I have to say she changed a lot since Sara has become a friend. She's still moody from time to time but less and she has started to open up more to me, I can't deny I like this. It's like we're having a new start and so far it's going great.

She shrugs and takes a seat at the table, she has a questioning expression but remains silent. I watch her for a moment longer before I return to the dishes, with my back to her I say 'Spill it, what do you want to ask me?'

Although I can't make out her face, I know my question startled her she thought I didn't notice. When she refuses to give me an answer, I look at her and raise a knowing eyebrow. She composes herself 'Um…when was the last time you dated someone?'

Clearly not what I expected, I furrow my brow in a thinking gesture. Let's see… it's been a while indeed. Since I know Sara I haven't dated anyone and before that it's been some time too. She grins at me before saying 'That long, huh?'

'Since when do you complain about my lack of dating? I thought you liked it this way.'

'I'm not complaining, I'm merely stating a fact.' She replies smugly. She's thinking about something else before her grin grows wider and she adds 'Did you meet anyone lately that could be potential dating material?'

I know her question implies more than she's letting on, but I choose to play dumb. I don't want to give her the satisfaction of implying the wrong thing 'What do you mean exactly?'

'Well, isn't there someone – gorgeous, fantastic, intelligent, funny – you're interested in at the moment?' she starts to play with her hair acting innocent, too innocent.

'I don't know... Is there? Because you seem to know more than I do.' I reply smirking, the expression on her face is priceless. She's the one trying to play me, but I'm not a compliant participant. She narrows her eyes slightly, trying hard not to lose her cool.

'I could name one person that fits the picture and would be a great date for you.' She says very casually, she's not giving up as easily as I would have thought.

'And who is that person?' I ask still feigning ignorance.

'Who do you want it to be?' Damn, she's getting better at this game every passing minute. Sometimes I hate the attitude she inherited from… well… me.

She's watching me with a scrutinizing look, telling me she won't back down until she gets an honest answer. But even though I know all too well who she's referring to, I don't know for sure if she's completely right. The thing is, I really care for Sara and I really like her, hell what's not to like about her. She's just perfect! However Sara's totally oblivious to this. According to the woman herself she's not good at relationships, I'm certain she would make a wonderful partner. Nevertheless I'm not entirely convinced that I want us to be more than close friends.

The longer I wait to answer her question, the more impatient she becomes. When she puts one hand on her side and starts tapping her foot on the floor, I know I have to answer her before she loses her temper. I open my mouth but before I have the change to let any sound come out of it, we hear the doorbell. I close my eyes and sigh deeply, Lindsey rolls her eyes and heads for the door. 'Saved by the bell, but this isn't the end of our conversation.' She throws over her shoulder when she's halfway.

She opens the door and greets Sara with the biggest smile she can muster, Sara is also smiling and says hello back. When she takes a good look at Lindsey's expression, she becomes slightly suspicious and looks at me hoping to get an explanation. I only throw her a goofy smile and shrug my shoulders, she has no idea how glad I am to see her. She looks back at Lindsey and asks 'What have you been up to?'

'Nothing.' Lindsey replies in the most innocent, sweet voice.

'Right.' Sara says sarcastically and the tone did not go unnoticed.

'If you must know, I was asking my mother about her date.' She's enjoying herself, she's hoping to play Sara now.

'Oh.' Is all Sara comes up with and I'm positive I heard a little disappointment in her voice or am I mistaking?

'Do you want to know who it is?' Lindsey wiggles her eyebrows, she heard the disappointment too.

'I'm not sure. If your mom wants me to know, she'll tell me herself.' Sara lowers her voice considerably as if she doesn't want me to hear this, when I look at her I clearly note she's feeling a bit uncomfortable although I don't recognize what's causing it. The fact I'm supposedly dating someone or the fact Lindsey is telling her instead of me or maybe both.

I decide to help her out, I walk over to the door and stand behind Lindsey. 'Hi Sara, did you also have the pleasure to meet detective Willows?' I smile at her and she smiles back. 'She asked me all this questions about dating and stuff like that. I hope I haven't committed a crime, because I felt like a criminal in an interrogation room with a detective breathing down my neck.'

'Mom, you're exaggerating!' Lindsey's plan backfired and now she's upset about that. 'I only wanted to know if she was interested in someone at the moment.'

'And is she?' Sara's voice sounds hopeful to my ears, but maybe I'm the one who's being hopeful, hoping she really cares if I'm interested in someone. And secretly hoping she's a bit jealous.

'She wouldn't tell me. I was this close but you had to be here early.' Lindsey tells Sara in an amused tone.

Sara smiles at me more than at Lindsey 'Are you ready? Because we have a lot of work to do.' She states and Lindsey nods her head firmly, we say goodbye and they disappear.

While they were gone, I did some laundry and enjoyed having the house all to myself. I took a long hot bath, watched a movie and read a book in the den bathing in the sun. It's a beautiful day today, a clear sky, a bright sun, birds singing everywhere and a peacefully quiet house. I'm falling in love with the moment until I hear a car park in the driveway and two energized females walk laughing and shouting to the door.

Lindsey opens the door and shouts 'Mom, could you come over here for a sec? We really need your help!'

I roll my eyes and walk over to the front door, all the way thinking why on earth they would need me. Then I see them: both dripping wet, from head to toe. Sara's jeans are clinging to her like a second skin, so is her tank top. When my eyes go over her upper body a sharp intake of breath can be heard, I quickly bite my lip and hope no one heard except me. Sara clearly isn't wearing a bra and now that her top is soaked it's almost like she's standing there naked. Her firm breasts can easily be seen and her erect nipples peak through the material.

When my eyes finally make it to her face, I see her smirking but she chooses to let it slide because she remains silent. I also notice Lindsey isn't there anymore, I look at her questioningly and she points to the pile of clothes on the floor. Lindsey didn't want to lose any time, so she discarded her clothes on the floor and ran into her bathroom to take a shower. 'Come let me help you.' I say to Sara and take a towel from the stack still laying on the table. I drape it round her shoulders and look apologetic at her 'I'm sorry but I can't let you in like that. You're dripping… um do you mind taking off your clothes?'

She grins and shrugs her shoulders 'Not at all, as long as you give me something other to wear and a nice warm shower wouldn't be a bad idea…' I nod and she takes off her top without minding she's standing in front of my door visible for all to see. I'm shielding her a bit with the towel but it's not big enough to cover her entirely. I keep my eyes on hers not daring to look down at her naked form. She drops the top to the floor and takes off her shoes and pants too, which fall on top of the rest.

She's standing there in only her underwear minus bra, with a towel half covering her in front of me. I don't know why but I thought she would be a lot more prudish, in fact she's not at all. I don't detect one bit of discomfort, she's smiling at me getting the impression it's the first time I see a naked woman. She brings her mouth close to my ear and purrs 'If I have to take off my panties too, it'll cost you more.'

The only thing I'm able to do is stare and blink my eyes a couple of times, thinking I'm dreaming. I try to get my hormones in check because I have the urge to jump her right here right now. Sara standing there with all her naked beauty and saying that kind of stuff in that kind of tone drives me wild! That woman is breathtakingly sexy!

'Cath, as much as I like you ogling me like that. I'd rather you didn't share me with the entire neighborhood.' Her smirk firm in place. 'Besides I might start to charge you, I could make quite some money.'

My face turns a couple shades of red and I divert my gaze to my hands. I didn't really see anything, but now I know she would have been okay with it I feel somewhat sad. If she can tease me with it, I could just as well be guilty. I'll admit I was staring at her, but my gaze was directed a couple inches higher than her inviting breasts. I shake my head a bit and step aside to grant her access, I point into the direction of the stairs and give her directions to get to the master bathroom. She looks queerly at me and says in a much too gentle tone as if she's pitying me, but I know she isn't 'You do know I have been here before and I used your bathroom …' she smiles and disappears up the stairs.

While Sara's in the shower, I lay a pair of shorts and a t-shirt on my bed. I walk back towards the bathroom door and knock. 'Sara, I've put something to wear on my bed, I'm going to wash and dry your clothes now.' She shouts a thanks and resumes her shower.

I have just put her clothes in the dryer when I hear someone enter the house, it's Nancy she's here to pick up Lindsey. She walks towards the kitchen and sits down at the table, I hand her a fresh cup of coffee, take one for myself and join her. She looks around the house, noticing how silent it is. 'Lindsey not home yet?'

'She's upstairs, getting her stuff. She was with Sara all afternoon, they had some things to do at her club.'

'Talking about Sara's club, when are you going to go there again?' she asks.

'I don't know. Why interested to come along?' I didn't know my sister would be interested in that sort of thing. I'm feeling a bit guilty now because I haven't asked her before.

'Nah, not really my scene.' She chuckles and I sigh relieved. 'So, when are you going to introduce me to her.'

'To whom?'

'Don't play dumb with me, Cath it doesn't work anyway. To Sara of course.' She rolls her eyes and shakes her head a little. 'You have been telling me all these great things about her and I was wondering how much longer you were going to keep her all to yourself.'

'I'm not…' I trail off, the insinuation of her words hits me like a thunderbolt. She thinks we're seeing each other, oh no not another one. 'Nance, I'm not seeing Sara.'

'Whatever you say, sis.' She says clearly not believing me.

I cross my arms in front of my chest and narrow my eyes at her. 'We're not together, Nancy. We're just very good friends.'

'The last time you talked like that about someone, was … now I come to think of it… you have never talked about someone like that before.' She says still thinking whether I did or not.

'Talk like how?'

She smiles 'Like how? Like how! Like you have never met someone as special as her in your entire life. You always rant about how good and nice she is, about all the great things she does, you are clearly in awe of her. I see the twinkle you get in your eyes just thinking about her, she's great with Lindsey which is definitely a big bonus and no one will deny the woman is hot.'

'So she's special to me, I'll admit that, she is. But that doesn't mean we're seeing each other.' I say matter-of-factly.

'Maybe not, but it definitely says you want to be with her.' she replies in a similar tone.

Before I get the chance to answer, her jaw drops and her eyes widen it looks like she has just seen a ghost and last time I checked there weren't living any ghosts in my house, so I follow her gaze. My jaw drops too, in the doorway of my kitchen stands Sara Sidle wearing shorts and a t-shirt that's a bit too small for her, so it's pretty tight. She's toweling her hair dry, she hasn't noticed Nancy yet because she's saying 'Thanks for the shower, Cath. I could really use that, but next time you choose to ogle me I hope I'm not that wet. Wet is good, but not like that.'

She looks up and sees Nancy, her cheeks grow deep red and her smile falters. 'Oh hi there.' She offers.

'Hi indeed.' Nancy replies, then she looks at me smirking 'How are you going to talk your way out of this one?'

Nice, now she'll never believe me when I'm telling her the truth about Sara and me. 'It's not what it looks like.' I hope to convince her but I know it's to no avail.

'Sure, it's not. It never is…' that smirk will not disappear for the rest of the week.

I'm looking from Nancy to Sara and back, I try desperately to come up with a snide remark but my mind is blank. She's right, like always, what can I say to make this look more innocent than it is. The situation alone wasn't that provoking but Sara's statement unquestionably was. Sara has clearly gotten herself over the shock and looks at me with an unreadable expression, but it's obvious she has something on her mind.

She walks over to me, puts an arm around my shoulder, pulls me close to her and kisses the top of my head. 'Yeah, baby isn't it time your sister knew.'

'Ha, I knew it.' Nancy is practically doing a victory dance.

I'm flabbergasted, I can't move a muscle nor say a word. I'm just standing here, pulled close to Sara while she and my sister are laughing with me. I hear Lindsey come down the stairs and the only thing I can think off is 'Oh great, now she'll never stop badgering me.' Lindsey walks into the kitchen and gives us an awkward look.

'What's going on in here?' she asks to no one in particular.

Nancy is the first to answer 'When were you going to tell me your mother had a new girlfriend.'

Lindsey snorts 'She doesn't. They're fooling you. Sara told me about it and believe it or not they're just very good friends. If you ask me they're just very blind.'

Nancy is confused and also a bit disappointed 'That's a pity. Linds, are you coming?'

'Sure, I'm ready. Bye mom, bye Sara.' She kisses the both of us and follows Nancy who also says goodbye. When they're gone, I move away from Sara and shoot her a death glare, she holds up her hands in surrender and apologizes for making fun of me.

'So when are you going to ask her out?' Warrick startles me a bit with his question. We're all sitting in the break room waiting for Grissom to show up with the assignments. I was reading one of the magazines, Greg and Nick are talking about girls I believe and Warrick was making a fresh pot of coffee.

Now he's sitting next to me waiting expectantly for my answer, I give him a quizzical look. First of all I hadn't expected him to say something, secondly I wasn't expecting him to ask me anything about her in front of the others. 'What are you talking about?' I ask innocently.

He lowers his voice 'Cath, you know damn well who I'm talking about.'

'You don't have to lower your voice, War.' I whisper to him. 'It's fine to talk about it like this.' I add in my normal voice. I'm not ashamed of myself, although Nick and Greg don't really know anything about my sexuality I guess they'll be okay with it, they're very open-minded. For the moment they don't even seem to notice Warrick and me.

He glances at Nick and Greg before he asks again 'When are you going to ask Sara out on a date?'

'Why would I want to do that?'

'Because you and her are acting like a couple without actually being one.' he says casually.

'Who says we haven't been on a date yet?' I reply smirking.

'You have?' he asks clearly confused 'Why didn't you say anything?'

'Because it's none of your business for one and because it wasn't a date like that.' His expression becomes even more perplexed.

'You have been on a date but it wasn't a date… Sorry but you lost me Catherine.' he says after a moment reflecting on what I have said.

'It's not that hard really, we're just friends and she took me out for dinner. That's all.' I shrug.

'That's all? Seriously Cath, you're losing your touch.'

'No I'm not.' I tell him firmly, I stand up and walk over to the coffeepot. 'Why does everyone keep badgering me about my friendship with Sara? First Lindsey, then Nancy now you too.'

'Sorry but I also think he's right, Catherine.' Nick says, holding up his hands in surrender.

'Great.' I roll my eyes and shoot both Nick and Warrick a death glare before turning to Greg 'So, I'm going to guess you're sharing their opinion.'

'You can't really blame them, can you?' he asks in a plain tone.

What's wrong with my friends, I know they're only looking out for me. But why is it so hard for them to understand that Sara and I are happy being just friends. Very good friends. I won't deny there's some sexual tension between us from time to time, but that doesn't mean I'm crazy in love with her. She's great, no… amazing and we have a lot of fun together. And I can talk to her about almost anything, I can always count on her to be there for me, she always gives me her full support and she isn't scared to give me her honest opinion. Some might say that we could just as well be married already but that's not true. We're not together, I'm not going to lie the thought has crossed my mind. It's just, she's so good with Lindsey too. None of my previous 'partners' have ever shown an interest in my daughter and she is and always will be my top priority. And I have to admit I love her, as a friend that is. Maybe it's better if I say I care for her, deeply.

'It's nice that you all care so much about me, but I'm a big girl I can handle myself.' I smile at them, maybe I was a bit upset with them a couple of minutes ago but I know them and they're acting like all good friends would.

'Cath, you can't actually expect us to believe that there's nothing going on between the two of you. Hell, I think even Grissom picked up on it.' Warrick informs me.

'Guys, there is nothing going on between us. We're just good friends!' my voice gets a bit louder.

'Who are just good friends?' a very familiar voice interrupts, causing me to blush not knowing why precisely. 'Hey guys, stop harassing the lady or you'll have to deal with me.' Then she walks over to me and kisses me on the cheek and partially on the mouth. Great, now they'll never leave me alone. Although I believe that's Sara's point - again. Why does she keep doing that?

'Arrgghh…' I say when I snap out of my stupor and leave the break room, frustrated at how complicated my life has become. I don't even know what she's doing here!

I walk into my office and throw the door shut behind me, I'm waiting for the satisfying bang but it's not coming. I turn back to see what's blocking my door and see it's in fact not a what but a who. Sara stopped my door and walks into my office, noiselessly shutting it behind her. She decides to sit down on the couch.

'Don't you say hello to your friends anymore?' she asks smiling.

'Not when my friends cause me trouble.' I tell her firmly placing a hand on my side.

'And how did I do that?' she asks innocently, of course she does she hasn't got the slightest idea what I'm talking about.

I sigh 'It's nothing, sorry.' I plop down on the couch next to her.

She eyes me for a moment 'Clearly it's something if you're this upset about it.' she states.

'Drop it, Sara. It's not something I want to discuss here.'

'No Catherine, just tell me what's bothering you.'

I glare at her, hoping she'll see I'm not in the mood but either she's oblivious to it or she chooses to ignore it because she's clearly expecting me to tell her what's wrong. I sigh again and roll my eyes more at myself than at her, she has this confident look on her face and I know she won't give in. 'Everyone keeps bothering me about my relationship with you! Why can't they just see this is what I want! I like it the way it is, we're just very close friends. I have never had a friend like you and I wouldn't want to trade our friendship for anything in the world.'

'Maybe because they want you to be truly happy.' She shrugs.

'I am perfectly happy, Sara.' I'm becoming upset again, what is she getting at! Is she the next one who's going to doubt my motives. 'You are supposed to support me here, you know. You're the one who doesn't do relationships.'

'So now this is all my fault? That's rich, Cath. I thought you wanted this just as much as I did.' She stands up and starts pacing in front of the couch, a clear sign she's upset too. I can't blame her, it's wrong of me to put the blame on her. But I can't help it, a part of me is holding her responsible for all of this.

'Of course I want this, that's why I'm so upset about it. Because we're clearly the only ones who seem to understand that!'

'Well it didn't sound like that just a minute ago. Catherine, if you want more than just be honest with me, I won't hold you back.'

I raise an eyebrow at her 'Sara, what makes you think I'm holding back because of you. If I want to date someone I just go for it. At least I'm not the one who's afraid of commitment.' My words come out harsh, which was not entirely my intention.

'I'm glad you're finally being honest!' she rolls her eyes 'I thought you understood me, I thought… I don't know what I was expecting… Who am I kidding here, why would anyone understand…' she's rambling more to herself than to me.

'So what… I'm just a liar according to you. Because I told you I understand and I also told you I don't have a problem with us. But now none of that seems to be true. Get out, Sara!' I'm really losing my nerve now, there are a few things that really piss me off, calling me liar is one of them!

'No I won't! Not until you tell me why the hell you're yelling at me and why the hell you're so upset with me if you're not interested in dating me.' I'm not the only one who's becoming pissed.

'I don't have to tell you shit, we're just friends aren't we?' I say in a very sarcastic tone. 'Now get the fuck out of here or I'll have you kicked out!'

'Fine!' with that she turns around and leaves.

'Fine!' I call after her, but I don't think she heard it. During our argument I got up as well and now I'm standing here in the middle of my empty office feeling rather empty myself. I walk towards my desk and sit down on the edge of it. Putting my hands in my hair, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. This was our first real fight, of course we had arguments before but never like this. What have I done? A part of me wants to run after her and apologize, I had no right to be like that. Another part of me is just too damn proud to apologize.

I look up when I hear my office door being opened, someone has the nerve to come in here without knocking. I'm about to give this person a piece of my mind, when I notice it's Sara who came back. She bursts into my office and doesn't stop until she's standing right in front of me. She looks at me and bites her lip, she touches my cheek with her fingers in a featherlike manner, tracing my bottom lip with her thumb. I close my eyes at the soft contact, my head is spinning uncontrollably. 'Tell me you don't want me.' she says in a low whisper. Before I have a chance of figuring out what's going on, I feel her lips on mine. She's kissing me passionately, it takes me half a second before I kiss her back. My head is still spinning, my blood is rushing through my entire body and my heart is pounding so hard, I'm afraid it will break my ribs. She sucks my bottom lip not too gently, my lips part when a moan escapes my mouth, granting her eager tongue entrance. She deepens the kiss and our tongues are dueling for control. I feel her hands on my thighs pulling me closer, when our bodies collide I feel a blast of electricity shoot through me.

She pours all her emotions into this kiss and I realize we haven't been completely honest with each other, this is what we have been waiting for all this time. My hands start to pull the hem of her shirt eagerly, only seconds later they're touching her hot, soft skin going upwards until I'm cupping her breasts. She gasps and moans at the same time, opening her eyes to look at me. They are incredibly dark, filled with lust, desire and so much more. She roughly rips my shirt open, staring lustfully at my breasts. She pushes me onto my desk, biting and sucking my neck first then the rest of my exposed skin.

She pushes my bra out of the way and sucks my hardening nipple. With her fingers she pinches the other one simultaneously, eliciting a moan from me. I pull her face back up, I want to kiss her again I think I can never get enough of her taste. She thrusts her tongue deep into my mouth while one of her hands is unbuttoning my pants. With one quick movement her hand moves inside my panties, when she feels how wet I am just from her kiss, she looks at me with a smug grin. Without warning she enters me, I arch my back, pushing my lower body into her wanting - no craving - more contact. I'm moaning loudly not giving a damn where we are, so she silences me with a kiss. Her fingers move in and out of me in a steady pace and I feel my climax building. When she feels me tighten around her fingers, she curls them a bit and increases the pace pushing me over the edge.

I have to bite my lip till it bleeds in order not to scream her name. When I come back down to earth, I realize what we have done and more specifically where. She pulls me gently back up and hugs me, whispering 'I'm sorry but I guess everyone was right! And just for the record I think you can help me with my commitment problems.' She kisses me lightly on the lips.

She pulls away from me a bit but doesn't let go, her hands are resting on my hips. We lock eyes and remain silent, perfectly happy just looking at each other. Somewhere along the road our feelings must have changed, I knew I cared for her and I knew she meant a lot to me but I didn't realize I was falling for her. Apparently the others did…

They were right we have been conducting ourselves as lovers, it felt so familiar and so natural it made us oblivious for our feelings. I wasn't really looking for a lover, I'm not the kind of person that needs someone to be happy. Or at least I don't need a relationship to make me cheerful, Sara was doing a perfect job just being my friend. And a friend like her is exactly what I needed, someone to be there when you need them the most…

Everybody knows I sometimes need sex to help ease my nerves or to help me cope better with tough cases. But I don't need to be together with a person to have sex with them, sex and love can be two separate things. For Lindsey's sake I had to keep them separated, until I met the right person who could act as a second parent to her. But it's been a while since I met someone who was interested in a romantic relationship with me or was interested in caring for my daughter.

Sara on the other hand doesn't care I have a daughter, in fact she loves Lindsey. She always takes her to cool places and she helped to improve my relationship with my daughter. Sara and I don't know each other that long but the hours we've spent talking and getting to know each other definitely count. I don't mind falling for her, but why on earth didn't I see this one coming? Why was I being this blind? What was I afraid of?

She smiles at me and I keenly return her smile, luckily I wasn't the only one that has been blind… 'We should talk about this?' she says somewhat hesitant.

'Yeah, we should.' I walk over to the couch and sit down, patting the spot next to me. 'But you know talking is overrated…'

Sara complies and sits down next to me 'Yeah I know.' she looks nervous and I guess it's the first time I've ever seen a nervous Sara 'You were right, you know.' She's watching her folded hands intently 'About me being afraid of commitment.' I want to say something but she holds up her hand to stop me 'We have talked about this before, I told you how none of my previous lovers really understood me. I realize now that you are different but I'm still afraid, at least a part of me is.'

I wait a moment, I don't want to interrupt her again, she clearly has something to say and if I interrupt her now it's possible she won't tell me everything. I'm just watching her, she's still not looking at me she's too busy watching her fidgeting hands. Just when I think she won't say anything anymore, she continues 'I know we can make this work, we have been making it work for 6 months now. Although we called it friendship, it is the basis of every relationship. I really believe that and our friendship has always been more intense than a common one.' she chuckles a bit 'We must be the dumbest women in the universe, we have been dating for months but we haven't moved on. It's funny actually I guess it never took me this long to take the next step.' She laughs.

Behind the tough and confident exterior lives a very insecure woman, this is something new. I have never seen this side of Sara before. She's really scared of being hurt and somehow she's almost certain this won't work for a long time, now it's my job to make her realize I'm here to stay. Nope no pressure at all…

'Yeah, that's funny.' I take one of her hands in mine and squeeze it reassuringly 'We will make this work, Sara. You're perfect for me and I don't think Lindsey will mind.' Of course she won't, she's the one that has been waiting for this from the moment she met Sara.

For the first time she looks at me and the confident woman has returned, she kisses me deeply. Her smirk has also returned 'What happened a couple minutes ago was just an appetizer, you haven't seen nothing yet.' She winks at me and my breath catches.

'Not that I mind you're here, but why?'

'Grissom called me, he had to tell me something. Talking about Grissom shouldn't you head back I think it won't be long before he starts handing out the assignments.'

'So you have spoken with him already?' I ask her uncertain.

'Yes, before I passed the break room and when I saw you sitting there, I had this overwhelming urge to say hello.' Her confidence is still there, I don't even know if she realizes the connotation of her little confession.

I want to ask her what they had to talk about, but she must have read my mind because she quickly adds 'Cath, promise me one thing please.' I nod 'Your father will be investigated again, please stay away from the investigation. I don't want you to lose your job.' She pleads.

'What?!' how come she knows my father is being investigated and I don't! My blood starts to boil, I don't like it when they withhold information from me. That must be the reason why Grissom wanted to talk to her. I'll deal with him later, first I need to know what Sara knows 'Why? Tell me what you know!' I almost command her.

'A longtime 'friend' is back in town and has decided to drag Sam all the way down with him. That's all I know, oh yeah and the fact that I'm going to be interrogated because I'm an acquaintance of Sam's. But Cath, you have to promise me.' how can she stay this calm, it's unnatural.

'I can't, I'm sorry. This is my father, I need to know he won't buy his way out again if he's guilty he has to go down.' I tell her honestly. Justice is justice even if we're talking about Sam.

'Catherine, you have to! You know that's a conflict of interest and if you as much as breathe on the evidence it won't stand up in court. Add the fact that you won't be seeing me till the end of this case because I'm a witness and you can't talk with me outside the lab then.' Her logic makes sense, I know she's right but I refuse to give in! My stubborn side has taken over again.

'Sara, I know this. Please don't tell me how to handle my job.' I say through gritted teeth.

She holds up her hands and stands up 'All I'm saying is - be careful. I'm going to leave now, because I won't be able to cope if we have a second fight today. And I need to get back to the club.' She doesn't say goodbye, she just turns around and walks out of my office.

I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading! Now tell me what you think about it and I'll try to finish a couple of chapters this week so I can update sooner. I really hope my writer's block is over!!