AUTHOR'S NOTE: I want to sincerely apologize for the wait. My parentals and I got in a huge fight and I lost my computer privileges for a few days. But I'm back, and with two chapters! Again, I am really sorry for putting you on hold like that!

And the story gets even more twisted in this chapter. People are choosing sides, and it will get ugly.

Kathryn Mason-Sykes - - OMG! I didn't even think about it. Thanks for pointing that out to me from last chapter. I had Catherine bring it up, and will make sure to stay clear of the alcohol, unless...J/K

Erin - - yeah, about drinking while pregnant. Thanks to you and Kathryn, I realized my mistake and made mention to it in this chapter. And you think you know about the format, do you?

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catherine's pounding wakes me up.

i grumble for her to go away, but she is soon in my bedroom, fuming mad.

it was then that i remembered that she has an extra key to my house.

she throws the covers off my body and yanks open the blinds, the burning sunlight flooding into my dark bedroom.

now is a perfect example of why i hate hangovers.

catherine stands over me, hands on her hips and lips tight. 'nick called me after he brought you home. said you were so wasted you didn't even know your name.'

i groan and roll away from her, but i feel her hand stopping me. so i shield my eyes and look at her. 'are you my mother now?'

as soon as i say it, i begin to wonder where it came from.

for a second, i begin to wonder if she is going to either bitch slap me and walk out or be catherineand try to figure everything out.

'grissom has been in and out of covallo's office all morning trying to sort out the mess you created. by the time covallo gets done with grissom, you'll be lucky if he'll even want to see you again. director covallo is twisting your story so it sounds like you and greg are the guilty ones, not the suspects.'

i sit up in bed and stare at catherine. 'what is grissom doing?' i inquire. 'and covallo isn't letting him listen to our discussion? he taped it!'

'yeah, grissom heard your confession,' catherine says quietly. then she looks down at her feet and mumbles something along the lines of defending.

'what?' i strained my ears to hear her answer, but she still mumbled and continued staring at her shoes. 'come on cath, look at me.'

and when she does, i regret my request. 'grissom called me when i was on my way over to check on you.'

i look at her, waiting for more. 'covallo told him to pick a side.'

'sides?' i asked incredulously. 'what sides?'

catherine goes back to not looking at me. she goes as far as to change rooms on me. she wanders into the kitchen and begins to prepare a pot of greg's blue hawaiian coffee - - i almost want to slap her for touching greg's coffee.

when she finally speaks, i almost missed it. 'covallo said to either defend greg because he had no idea what position he was being put into or say that both of you disobeyed direct orders from the supervisor, then didn't follow proper protocol, by not having an officer at the scene.'

suddenly, i remember that i hadn't asked for an officer at the scene, like i was supposed to. they were supposed to prevent situations like this from happening.

i just stare at her with my mouth wide open. the coffee maker beeps, but she ignores it. her back is still to me as she speaks again, quietly. 'grissom is defending greg.'

my eyes sting with tears as i watch her turn to me with a neutral expression on her face.

'i have a scene to get to.'

as i watch her go, i slide down to the floor, gasping for breath before i let out a jagged, high pitched sob.

cath turns one last time and shakes her head. 'you know what drinking can do to the baby while you are pregnant sara. you better watch out or you may lose more than one precious thing in your life.'

i begin sobbing and calling her back but she just kept on walking.