Working with Greg was always pleasant. Even if they have to stay in the lab and work there, it was never boring with the young CSI on her side. Somehow he makes Sara smile whenever they were together.

"Knock, knock!" Steve entered the lab. "Good…" He looked at his watch. "…morning."

"What are you doing here?" Sara asked surprised. Steve hadn't work the case she and Greg were working on.

"Dropping by to give you this. You forgot it last night." He handed her her purse. "I thought women would never go anywhere without their purse."

"Sometimes we do forget. Thanks Steve."

"You're welcome. What do you think of having breakfast or are you in an important case and can't go home on time?"

"We're in the lab, we can go whenever we want."

"Perfect. See you later." He blinked at Sara and smiled at Greg.

"Later." Sara called after him and got her attention back to the fibers she was working on.

"So, you're a couple."

"Huh?" Sara looked up, quite irritated. "Who?"

"Oh come on Sara, I'm not blind. He brings you your purse, you obviously forgot at his place. You don't stop by to say hello and forget your purse anywhere."

"You think Steve and me? Did you talk to Cath lately?"

"No, why? Does she know already?"

"Greg…"

"It's alright, Sara. I got it that I've no chance, that's all right, but why him? What does he have that makes him so special? So much better than me?"

"I think you should join us for breakfast."

"I don't want to disturb you guys."

"You come with me, that will open your eyes. So much for now: I don't have a relationship with Steve. It would be nice if you believe me and let me prove it later while we have breakfast."

"He brought you your purse."

"If I would forget my purse when I visit you wouldn't you do the same?"

"Sure, but…"

"No but. Keep that in mind until later, Greg. And let's get back to work and out of my private life."

"Okay." She could feel Greg wasn't fine with that. He had to wait until the morning, Sara didn't want to discuss her private life here in the lab. She had no problem to tell Greg what was really going on, he was her friend, it was only the location.

When they arrived at the diner nobody was there. After ordering a coffee they sat down, facing each other.

"You thought of your purse?"

"Yes I did. Greg since when do you not trust me anymore?"

"I do trust you."

"Not when it comes to Steve."

"He is…"

"Morning." Steve came to their table and sat next to Greg. "Sorry, I had a word with Brass."

"You're not late, we were early, you're on time."

"Yeah. Sofia is here in a second, she was looking for a parking space."

"Perfect, I'm starving."

"Shall I bring you some cookies the next time as well?" Steve grinned.

"Talking about that…my lovely colleague Greg believes we've got an affair."

"Really?"

"She forgot her purse at your place."

"Yes, she did. And your car keys are there too, Honey."

"I knew that." Sara smiled.

"How am I not supposed to think there's something between the two of you? Sara, why? He might look good…"

"Might?" Steve snorted amused.

"…but you know he's out every weekend with another woman. He betrays you. Why do you do that to yourself?"

"I told, I don't."

"Let me ask you something, Greg." Steve said serious. "If I really had an affair with Sara, don't you think I'd sit next to her? Instead of sitting next to you?"

"Yeah…I was wondering why…"

"To be correct I have to say, I didn't forget my purse at Steve's place, I forgot it at Sofia's place where Steve found it."

"True."

"Great, a threesome." It could be funny, Sara thought, but how could she laughed about Greg's idea when she had almost the same a few weeks ago, only that she thought the threesome was between Steve, Sofia and Cath.

"That would be illegal." Steve tried hard not to laugh. Why did the young CSI tried so hard to ignore reality?

"It's ethical not right, the law doesn't care." Greg said.

"I'm sure if I had a threesome and that means I have sex with my sister – even if she is a stunning blonde – the law would mind."

"Sister?" Greg looked in disbelieve at Steve.

"Yeah, captain Curtis is our mother, so she is my sister. I'd say Sofia got the look and I got the brain but truth is, I've got both."

"But because you're the baby brother you got only the leftovers." Sofia had heard the last sentence of her brother, slapped the back of his head of that and slipped next to Sara. "Hey."

"Yeah, the leftovers of the old sister."

"Older. Why are you lying to Greg? Having brain and the look?"

"He thinks you, Sara and me have a threesome and I tried to explain to him, that would be illegal because you're my sister."

"Greg, I don't go for guys like Steve. They can't keep their pants on, you've got only trouble with this kind of guy."

"He said, Sara forgot her purse at your place, so I figured, he were there too…"

"Sure he was, he lives there. We share an apartment at the moment. I couldn't let my baby bro sleep on the street."

"If you don't have a relationship with Steve…" Greg started looking at Sara.

"…not if, I don't have one." The brunette stopped his sentence.

"Okay, you don't have a relationship with Steve, what were you doing there? I mean, I saw, you and Sofia get along better, it was about time, this bitching around was annoying and unnecessary but I didn't think you were that tight."

"Bitching around?" Sara knitted her brows.

"He's right on that." Sofia grinned.

"Maybe a little bit. Let's say we were bitching around because we thought the wrong things about each other…okay, meanly I was bitching around because I thought the wrong things about Sofia." Sara admitted. "Steve opened my eyes, showed me I was wrong and we…we understand each other much better now. Can I say it that way?" Sara smirked at Sofia.

"You can, yes." Sofia smiled wide.

"Awww, aren't they cute?" Steve asked Greg.

"They? Cute? You mean like cute together?"

"Let's get back to one point we had before, the way we're sitting. I'm not with Sara, so I don't have to sit next to her. I'm sure you agree on that she's a great woman, so normally I'd take the opportunity to sit as close as possible to her. I'm sitting here, left the place for me sis, why do you think I did that?"

"Because they don't kill each other anymore when they are sitting side by side."

"I don't hope they do so. Think harder."

"Honey, you're right, he's so sweet." Sofia took Sara's hand and smiled.

"Told you. Can I take him home? We can use a kind of puppy." Sara's eyes got lost for a second in Sofias.

"No way!" Finally Greg did understand.

"We'll be nice to you, Greg, you can have your own room." Sara laughed.

"You are not…"

"We are not what?" Sofia asked with a sweet voice.

"…kind of together?"

"No, we're not kind of together." Sara said.

"You almost made me believe that…"

"We are together, not kind of." Sara grinned.

"What?" Greg's jaw almost hit the table. "How? Why?"

"Why is a good question, she could have had me." Steve laughed. "I never understood her. What does Sofia have what I don't have?"

"Control over her pants?" Greg offered sweet.

"Come on, I'm sure you saw her with all these guys too."

"I did. Knowing Sara, these guys didn't make it to Sofia's bedroom, at least not even half of them."

"It's nice to know that you still trust me, Greggo. Why again did you think I've got an affair with Steve?"

"Mister Boombastic."

"Hah, that's me! Mister Lover-Lover. Mhm. They call me Mister Boombastic, so fantastic…"

"Shut up, baby brother." Sofia kicked Steve under the table.

"What does Sofia's mother say about this? Does the Captain know?"

"Are you scared of my mother?" Sofia asked amused.

"You can scare me sometimes when you interrogate a suspect, your mother…only her name make me scared to death."

"Reminds me of Sara. She wanted to climb out of the window the first time she and my mother met." Sofia bit on her lips not to laugh. Sara's eyes became narrow and she shot an evil look at Sofia.

"Not funny!"

"Sorry Love, very funny. I could convince her not to behave like a schoolboy caught in the act by the parents of his girlfriend. When I came back from getting some cake, she and my mother were in a friendly conversation and since that day they go along perfect. Or are you still scared of her?"

"No. I can't. She told me to call her 'mom'."

"Fits perfect after my brother calls you sister-in-law. They might be a little bit fast, but at least they opened their arms for you."

"I can do that every day if you come into my arms. They're open for you day and night, Sara."

"You go on hitting on my girl and I'll hit you." Sofia raised her index finger. "And then, little bro, you won't need any woman for the next weeks because you'll be useless to them."

"Ouch."

"So think before you say something. I know, you don't always think before you act, but…it will be painful if you don't think when my girl is around."

"Your girl?" Sara snorted. "Am I your property?"

"If I can finally find a lawyer who's willing to write me a certification then yes, you'll be my property."

"I think it's enough when I'm your CSI."

"No, I want you in my private life too."

"Sis, you've got her. Don't put her in chains, you'll lose her."

"Stay out of this."

"He's right."

"Greg?"

"Uhm." Greg wished he could vanish when Sofia called his name. "I think I'll be the Switzerland."

"What?"

"I stay out of this."

"Smart boy." Steve got up. "Come on, we'll get some breakfast for the ladies and us. Until then they'll figure out what they want to do with themselves." Steve grinned.

Sara had this strange dream she didn't like. Sofia was there and she was sad, Sara could hear her crying but she couldn't find her. Somehow her lover had to be near but out of her eyes and it was obvious she needed Sara. Where? Where are you, Sofia? No matter how often she shouted the blonde's name, there was no answer.

Suddenly she realized she was dreaming and Sofia's crying wasn't a part of her dream, it was real. Sara opened her eyes and heard Sofia crying in her sleep.

"Sofia, wake up." Sara got her arms around her lover and shook her carefully. "Sofia?" A little bit harder. "Sofia!"

"What? No, please…I…Sara? You're here."

"Sure I am here, we went to bed together. Where else should I be?"

"Oh Sara." Sofia buried her face in Sara's hair.

"What's the matter, Honey?" Sara could feel all the tear that Sofia were crying. She felt how tensed her lover was, the sadness.

"I had this nightmare again."

"Which nightmare?" And why again? She had never told Sara she had nightmares. She mentioned she sleeps sometimes not that good but she had never talked of nightmares. Especially not of nightmares that were haunting her.

"That you're leaving me."

"Sofia." Sara turned on the lights and moved Sofia's face so that they were facing each other. "I won't leave you."

"I know, but…there's this fear…"

"What do I have to do that you believe me? That I won't leave you? Tell me what I can do and I'll do it."

"I don't know, I…I'm horrible."

"You are not horrible, you've got a little trauma and believe me, I can understand that. You know I've nightmares too."

"That's different."

"Why? We both suffer from something somebody did to us. Your problem isn't smaller than mine. It's the same, Sofia."

"Why are you so understanding?"

"Because I'm right. Come here, sweet heart, I wear the huge shirt, come on in." Sara lifted the blanket a little bit. She had one shirt, a very old shirt, that was big enough for both of them.

Sofia had to laugh. "Again?"They had tried the shirt together once. It was a funny feeling wearing the same shirt at the same time.

"Sure."

Sofia got out of her shirt and moved into Sara's. Immediately she felt better, the skin of the brunette on her skin, close together and nothing that could get them separated now.

"I like your skin on mine." Sara kissed Sofia.

"It feels so right. But you know it's a kind of hard to get under your shirt and don't take any time to appreciate your body. I could have spent some time kissing the one or the other thing, playing around…"

"Could you?"

"Yeah."

"Are you having dirty thoughts, detective?"

"Dirty thoughts? Me? Impossible. I was just thinking…Sofia wanted to move her hand but she was caught with Sara in the sleeves and Sara didn't move her arms.

"You are going to sleep, Sofia, there won't be any games."

"Says who?"

"Say I."

Sofia's eyes became narrow. That was a challenge. She might not be able to move her arms but she was able to move her head. Carefully she kissed Sara's throat, sucked with her lips the soft skin carefully and drew little line with her tongue.

"You are playing…unfair…"

"Me? Never." She kissed the earlobe, moved her leg between Saras.

"Honey, you are unfair."

"Mhm…" She got one arm out of the sleeve and found Sara's nipple. It responded to Sofia's touch immediately.

"You take advantage of being in my shirt."

"No, I don't."

"You use me."

"You're chasing my nightmare away, isn't that what you wanted?"

"Cheeky…oh…don't stop that."

Sofia grinned. She had won. She knew Sara couldn't resist her if she simply kissed the right spots.