Disclaimer: see chapter one

Sara's POV

As soon as I had finished cleaning the glass from the floor, I noticed the blood that led to the couch. Shit. I forgot to even check and see if Allie had glass in her feet or had cut herself. I'm a trained CSI—how could I miss blood on the floor?

I walked calmly over to the couch where Catherine and Allie are seated and sit on the coffee table in front of the television.

I lift one Allie's feet in my hand and look—no blood or glass. I repeat the process. Same result. "Allie did you cut yourself on the glass, baby?"

"No, ma'am."

"Okay, sweetie. Then where did all the red stuff on the floor come from?" I didn't want to say blood. I didn't know if she was squeamish or not.

"Uh, Sar…I think I'm the one guilty of the 'red stuff' on the floor. I forgot I didn't have shoes on when I picked her up to get her out of the glass." She picked both feet up and put them in my lap. "Do I still have glass in them?"

I was stunned momentarily that she had walked through glass to pick Allie up. But then again, I shouldn't be. She is, after all, Catherine Willows—Supermom. "You walked in glass. Without shoes on. And got blood on my floor?"

She seemed shocked that I had said something about the blood on my floor. "You do realize I'm going to have to pull out my biohazard bags and some latex gloves to clean this up, don't you? And the next time I'm playing with the luminal, my floor is going to light up like a Christmas tree." I was trying to hard to feign seriousness. It was working.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bleed all over your floor. You play with luminal at home?" She looked at me quizzically and I couldn't help but smile at her.

I picked her left foot up and slowly ran my fingers over the bottom of it. "Let me know if you feel something as my fingers move over the bottom of your foot. I may not feel it with my fingertips but you might feel it if I brush over it." Catherine had her eyes squeezed tightly shut and was biting her bottom lip. I'd like to see that look on her face but with her in a different position. Where the hell did that come from? "Feel anything?"

She never opened her eyes. Allie looked up at her and could see the pain on her face. She picked one of Catherine's hands up and said, "It's okay Caferin. You can hold my hand. Mommy will fix your owie."

I couldn't help but smile. That was so incredibly precious and sweet.

"Doesn't look like there's anything in this foot. Guess you got lucky just having glass in the other one." I set the one foot down that had been in my lap and stood up. "I'm going to get some tweezers and antiseptic. Be right back."

I went into the bathroom and pulled out my super-duper first aid kit. Tweezers. Bandages. Latex gloves. A small bottle of saline. Biohazard bag. A couple of old towels. I walked back into the living room and put my stuff on the table and went to the desk to get a penlight.

I pushed the table back and sat on the floor. Before I even touched her foot I pulled on latex gloves. "Not allergic to latex, are you?" I asked as I snapped the last glove on and wiggle my eyebrows at her.

Her eyes shot wide open and she said, "You're putting gloves on to pull out a sliver of glass. Jeez, what are you going to do when we…" She turned bright red and slammed her eyes shut again. "Nevermind."

I chuckled at her before starting to explain what I was going to do. "I'm going to rinse the bottom of your foot off first with this saline. Then I'm going to look for the glass in your foot. If you're lucky, I'll be able to get it out. If not, we'll be going to the hospital." I clicked the penlight on and put it in between my teeth so that I could shine it on the bottom of her foot. I held her foot in one hand with the towel hanging beneath it. I didn't want any diluted blood on my carpet. As soon as the liquid started to run over the bottom of her foot, she jerked. "Cath, stay still. You're not setting a very good example for Allie. If she sees you acting like this, how do you think she'll act if she ever gets hurt?"

She definitely shot me a fuck you glare as I said that. She was still clinging to Allie's hand.

"Okay, I'm going to start digging the glass out of the bottom of your foot now." Every single time the tweezers get near the bottom of her foot, she jerks her foot. "Catherine, you either keep your foot still or I'm going to have to take you to the hospital. Can you do that? Please?"

"I'm ticklish, Sara. I can't help it. A little glass isn't going to kill me. You could just leave it in there."

"Uh, I don't think so. And try not to break Allie's hand, okay? I can dig glass out to avoid a trip to the hospital but I don't have the ability to set bones or put a cast on—yet." I say to her with a wink. "Now. Hold. Still."

After a few moments of gentle digging—but not too gentle because we don't want to tickle Princess Catherine—I manage to pull one of the pieces of glass out. "Okay, that's one. I'm gonna rinse the bottom of your foot again."

In the next few minutes I manage to pull out two more small pieces of glass. There are no other cuts on the bottom of her feet. But that doesn't stop me from running my fingers gently over her feet. She's suppressing a smile and is starting to fidget. That's right. She's ticklish.

"Let's put a few bandages on your 'owies' and then you'll be as good as new. Although I'm not sure you'll be able to put on those "throw me down and…those heels that you like so much," I say as I find myself turning an incredible crimson color.

I put the towels, tweezers and my gloves in the biohazard bag.

"You really keep biohazard bags in your house?" she asks me.

"You mean you don't?" I'm serious. I can't believe she doesn't. "Doesn't everyone?"

She releases Allie's hand and smiles a silent thanks before turning back to me. "No, everyone doesn't. Are you going to pull out latex gloves when she gets a splinter?" She motioned to the bundle of energy that had now gone to her bedroom and left us alone.

"Uh, yeah. I'm not going to come into direct contact with anyone's body fluids like that."

I continued to clean up the area where I had just performed my minor surgery on Catherine's foot. I had my back turned to her and didn't realize she was trying to stand up and test putting weight on her foot. I turned around too quickly, bumping into her and sending us both to the floor. This was the second time in less than twenty four hours I had been on top of Catherine. The last time, she had the upper-hand with her top comment. Think quickly, Sidle. Say something. Why can't I think of anything to say? Oh yeah, I'm looking into the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen.

Before I have time to say anything, Catherine rolls us over so that she's on top. She sighs as she looks down at me. "I think I like you better on the bottom, Sara."

I can't say anything. I move my mouth, but nothing comes out.

She's smirking at me. She's on top of me, looking down at me, with the smuggest smirk I've ever seen a woman wear.

"Mommy?"

"Right here, baby," I say as I quickly push Catherine off of me and stand up.

She looks from me to Catherine and back to me again. It's like watching a tennis match. Please don't let her three year old brain come up with something to say about this situation.

She smiles. It's the biggest smile I've ever seen on her before. And she opens her mouth to speak. Please god. Nothing embarrassing. I wonder how long it will take to pack everything up and leave if she says something embarrassing. Read my mind, Allie. Don't embarrass mommy.

She looks almost shy as she says it. "Were you two kissing?" Kill me now.