When they all had their coffee and muffin there was no reason to hold back all the questions Sofia had.

"Don? Who were the bombers?"

"This morning we found a room of a group that called themselves "True Believers". They were unknown so far, nobody in any of our departments heard of them before. They were twelve, which is consistent with the bombers. The walls in the room were painted with portraits of the twelve apostle. It seems like they saw themselves as them. There were a lot bibles, a lot of bible stuff and plans of the Hollywood and Highland Center. Twelve point marked the place where they could have been when they shot and later let their TNT belts explode. CSI has to confirm that.

At the moment it looks like they are responsible for what happened last Monday. We don't know why, we don't know if there are more than twelve apostle, our colleagues are working with the new information, on the new angle. As soon as I know more I let you know."

"You better do, I'm still your lieutenant. They were a cult?"

"Maybe. We'll find out. Enough for now, we both don't work. Our colleagues will close the case without us – not as good and fast as with us but they will. You trained them, you taught them a lot, they can handle it."

"I could work in the department…"

"Sofia? You will work on your health and nothing else. The department needs you fit and not on twenty percent. When you don't care about yourself most you're no help for our guys."

"My left leg doesn't slow me down by eighty percent. I still have a brilliant brain."

"Your leg, your arm, your shoulders, your bruises, scratches."

"I can drive around in my wheelchair."

"You will go to your therapy. Our boss will never let you come back until your arm and shoulder are fine. You can't even use the computer, believe me, it's unbelievable for how many tasks you need both hands to press all the keys." He had been there a few times.

"Sitting around for ages, not able to work, painful therapy, wow I can't wait for this."

"You can handle it. A tough lieutenant won't give up only because the going gets tough." Sara kissed her lover. "And you will be back in your office this year."

"This year is a pretty long time, only half of it is over."

"Another half a year we can be together, wake up every morning arm in arm, have barbecues with our friends and family, fight with all the things that try to get us down. I look forward to a lot of more day, months and years with you."

"My little Miss Sunshine." Sofia put her head on Sara's shoulder. Her lover did really everything to cheer her up, show her the bright sides of life. "Thanks for supporting me."

"Hey, I love you. Of course I support you. There's nothing I can do to give you your old life back but I will try everything to make your life as good as possible."

"Our life."

"Our life." Sara squeezed Sofia's hand.

The door bell got their attention away from each other.

"I can't open the door! Finally something good, it's not me who has to get up to open the door, get something to eat or drink when we sit on the couch. There are butlers who do that for me."

"Don't get used to it, as soon as your arm is out of the cast you have to train a lot, means you will walk a lot." Don warned.

"That will take a little while."

"Knowing you, you'll be faster than anybody else."

"Pressure. He puts on some pressure."

"Or a challenge?" Marie offered. She had watched her daughter for a while, tried to figure out if she was save here or if it was better when she went to a rehabilitation place first. Something Sofia would never agree on. So far it looked like she didn't have to argue about it.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Positive shit."

"My favorite cop is back home." Jules came into the room. "And she's swearing again. When a patient swears she feels better and is on a good way to get well soon. Exactly what I wanted to hear and see."

"A shrink. I don't have an appointment until Friday."

"You have your appointment already? Very good." Jules hugged Sofia. So it helped she had asked a favor from her friend. "How are you?"

"Want a friend answer or a therapist answer?"

"An honest one."

"A part of me still disavows what happened to me, then I look down and instead of seeing what is really there – or isn't there – I see what I saw all the years before. So much on the bad side. The good side is I realized I want to fight my way back into my life, there are some positive vibrations and I know there are worse things that could have happened to me. I lost half of my leg that's bad, but if I've lost one of my friends or a family member it would be worse."

"That was a therapist answer."

"I know…you think I can use it for my therapist?"

"Yes."

"Will he ask a lot of questions after it?"

"That's his job."

"Damn it. What do I have to say that makes him leave me alone?"

"Tell him you don't have any money and he has to work gratuitously."

"Okay. Thanks. And thanks for making your mother my personal doctor."

"She's a pain in the ass, has an awful attitude but is the best doctor you could get."

"We won't tell her what you just said when she's here on Friday. Have a seat, where is Greg?"

"He cancelled his trip."

"What?" That was new to Sofia. "Why?" She couldn't think of a reason why Greg cancelled his trip. He said he wanted to see her and Jules was here. What could possible keep him away from his girlfriend? This didn't sound good.

"He has a few things to sort out."

"You didn't fight, did you?" Not more bad news. No break up. She wasn't in a state to handle a break up of her friends. Not when she painted in her head already their wedding and thought what she can wear – now she had to rethink this part but nevertheless, she wanted this wedding to happen.

"No."

"Good." What a relief.

"He will be back soon and brings more time than just two days. Who knows maybe you have a personal male nurse soon."

"Sounds like something I could like. Especially because my parents will leave me next weekend and my girlfriend will be at work all day."

"You have a nice detective with you, you're not alone."

"A sexy detective." Don added.

"With a broken arm."

"Still sexy. And you know what? I kept this cast clean so you can be the first one to write something on it." He held his cast in front of Sofia.

"You want me to sign? Hah, you get a special signature." Sofia pulled her lipstick out of her pocket, added it on her lips and kissed the cast. The red lipstick was an eye catcher on the white cast. "Want another one?" She pulled his towards her face and kissed his cheek. "Suits you."

"With these signs of your love on my cast and my cheeks I should go to the department…no, they know about Sara, I can't make them believe you're mine…mhm…damn."

"A good looking man like you shouldn't have a problem to get a girlfriend." Marie wondered. There should be a woman on each side of Don.

"New single since one month. She didn't like my job, didn't like my sport teams, didn't like my friends. That's no constellation for eternity."

"Doesn't sound like it. Don't you have nice colleagues?"

"The most beautiful one got her jackpot and won't leave her for me." Don smirked.

"Are you hitting on my daughter?"

"No, I tried that once, she showed me very painfully what she thought of that and explained what would happen to me if I try it again, since that time we're friends and I've to say that's much better than a relationship that ends after a few months. Plus she'd have left me for Sara."

"I never looked for a man when I came here. I was done with you guys. There's no better place to look for a woman than WeHo."

"San Francisco?"

"No, too much Flower Power, too many drugs, you can't do that as a cop."

"Exactly." Marie crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"No." Sara looked at her girlfriend. When she understood the look Marie gave Sofia there had been a time when they discussed this topic and Sofia didn't agree with her mother. "Don't tell me your mother caught you…smoking pot?"

"I won't comment on that."

"She's your girlfriend, she has a right to know what you did when you were a nightmare teenager. Yes Sara, she did smoke pot. I grounded her for a whole month and this little bitch smoked the stuff in our house."

"Mom, you're not supposed to tell such kind of stories before the wedding or your daughter will end up as an unmarried woman for the rest of her life."

"You better marry this woman as soon as possible or you will be in a lot of trouble. She's the best you can get, don't ruin it."

"I told you they called me their daughter-in-law." Sara smiled. "You have no other choice, your parents want us to stay together, I want it, no matter what you want, we're more. You have to do what we want."

"Lucky for me I want what you want." Sofia kissed Sara happily. "And I don't smoke pot anymore. In fact I did it only this one summer to annoy my mother."

"It almost got her thrown out of high school and in jail."

"I was a typical teenager."

"Have you been like her, Sara?"

"Uhm…no. I was more into books than into party."

"Do you have to stab me in the back?"

"Sorry, I don't want to lie to your mother. I studied a lot so I could leave high school earlier and go to Harvard and Berkley."

"Maybe if you hadn't been that pushy mom, I had gone to Harvard too."

"You were smart enough for it, unfortunately you were never serious enough to study. I was glad to get you into college and police academy."

"Of course I'm smart, I was a CSI, an acting supervisor. Could have been Sara's boss."

"In your dreams."

"No, in Vegas." Sofia grinned. If Ecklie hadn't demoted her and put Sara on day shift, Sofia had been Sara's boss. The odds that this had worked out were minus a million, Sofia was aware of that, but she liked the idea.