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Next two stories are already in planning, so the next one should be up in a few days.

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"You okay?"

Catherine jumped at the soft voice. She turned; Sara was leaning against the doorframe with a compassionate smile.

"Hey, how long have you been standing there?" Cath asked.

"Long enough." Sara answered, nodding to the phone in Catherine's hand. "You alright?"

"Yeah, actually." The older woman smiled weakly, dropping the phone back into its cradle. "I think."

"Good." Sara pushed herself off the wall and ambled towards her. Without needing to be asked Catherine walked into her arms, releasing a sigh against her neck. "You're doing the right thing." Sara assured her.

"I know." Cath nodded, nestling into her warm embrace.

After what felt like an age, they pulled apart and dropped onto the couch. Their gazes fell in tandem onto the leaflet sitting innocently on the coffee table.

"It'll be good for her." Catherine nodded at last.

After a lot of talking with Lindsey and Holly, they had elected to send her to a drama summer camp. It was a place where teenagers could hone their acting skills, take part in workshops and meet new friends from all over America.

It was also a chance for Lindsey to get away from everything and everyone who had caused her some pain in the last few months. She would be in Texas for four whole weeks.

"I'm going to miss her." Cath breathed.

"I know." Sara said softly, interlocking their hands on the couch. "Me too. But she'll love it."

"Yeah, she will."

"She'll love you for it." Sara added pointedly. "You're giving her a chance she might never get again."

"What am I going to do for a month?" The blonde asked, shrugging her shoulders helplessly. "I'll go crazy."

"Well then, I'll just have to keep you busy won't I?" Sara teased, nudging her gently. Catherine smiled, returning the motion.

"Yeah, you will." She leant forward, capturing her lips.

"Gross." Lindsey's voice sailed in from the bottom of the stairs. The adults pulled apart, sharing a smile.

"Come here." Cath beckoned, picking up the leaflet. Lindsey shuffled over, suspicion clouding her features; this kind of order usually meant she was in trouble.

Cath held the piece of paper out to her, waiting for it to register.

"I can go?" The girl asked, trying not to let too much hope creep into her voice. They'd talked about it, but they also talking about going on Caribbean cruises and buying a summer house in the south of France!

"Yes, you can go." Cath smiled. "Providing you pass math!"

The two women were ambushed into a fierce hug.

"I love you guys!" she squealed, squeezing them tightly before releasing them. "I have to phone Jem!"

They watched her bound back upstairs, the pamphlet clutched in her hand. Catherine chuckled softly, shaking her head.

"You're a great parent." Sara stated warmly. Cath smiled at her, leaning in for another kiss.

"No, we're great parents."

X x x

"Bomb squad has cleared the convertible." Grissom announced, walking into the room break room. "Where's Sara?"

"Last time I saw her she was catching a few Zs in the locker room." Warrick answered, not tearing his gaze from his magazine.

"I'll find her." Nick stood up and stretched, having just awoken from his own nap. They'd been confined to the lab for so long; concentration and energy had started to fade.

"No it's alright." Catherine held up her hands, already heading to the door. "I'll get her."

Alright so it wasn't entirely an innocent gesture, and judging by the boys' smirks they knew it.

True to Warrick's word Sara was still asleep, her hand hanging loosely off the bench. Cath crept in, closing the door behind her.

"Sara?" She sang, leaning over the sleeping form. "Time to work, sweetie."

Sara stirred but didn't fully wake up.

"Five more minutes." She murmured. With an impish grin, Cath covered the women's body with her own and pressed a kiss to her neck.

"Well now, I don't think Ecklie would approve of that." She mumbled against Sara's skin.

"Ecklie can go to hell." Sara muttered, finally blinking her eyes open. As the room swam into view she suddenly realised where she was and sat up, resulting in Catherine sliding onto her lap to avoid being knocked over. "You shouldn't do that to me." She whined, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

"But it's so much fun." Cath teased, pressing her lips to Sara's forehead. Sara offered a mock-stern scowl, wrapping her arms around Cath's waist. The blonde patted her butt gently, encouraging her to get up. "Come on, there's a shiny convertible waiting for you in the garage."

"Oh, finally." Sara hummed, stretching. "Something to process."

X x x

"Where's that Sara chick?"

Catherine did a double take. Her instinctive jealousy told her to smack him upside the head, but she managed to restrain herself. Nick had made a crack earlier about Sara flirting with a suspect, presumably it was this joker. Brushing the comment off, she tossed the folder onto the table in front of him and swung herself into a chair.

"Oh Romeo, I don't think you have time for romance." She drawled. "You're being charged with grand theft auto, obstruction of justice and conspiracy to murder."

"Okay, I will cop to everything but the murder." Mikey Shoemaker straightened up, flattening his hands on the table. Catherine opened the folder and slid a photograph of Nick's car across the table.

"Well, if you didn't commit the murder, why did you steal the car?" She asked. He sat forward, all but ignoring the picture.

"Look, the lady was already dead, all right?" He insisted. "And then, then you guys show up and this bridesmaid comes up to me and starts asking me all these questions about my tow truck."

"Which bridesmaid?" Cath cut in. His lips twitched into a sneer.

"The hot one." She rolled her eyes. This man was already starting to grate on her nerves. "Next thing I know, she wants to be the Bonnie to my Clyde. Asked me to steal this car and trash all the evidence."

"So you committed grand theft auto to get laid?" She clarified. Idly, she wondered how far she would have gone if Sara had offered such an opportunity a few years ago, but she quickly brushed the thought aside. Mikey had sat back in his chair and folded his arms, a cocky grin on his face.

"Ever stolen a two-ton piece of machinery? It is way better than sex." She had so many responses to that on the tip of her tongue, but she decided to keep them to herself. "And finding a girl that doesn't want to kick you to the curb for it? I mean, come on. That is just hot." He shrugged. "Besides, I hadn't gotten a wedding gift for my sister yet."

Catherine shook her head, bemusement playing in her eyes. This was their best suspect? Seriously?

Having said everything she needed to, she pushed herself away from the table. But before leaving she stopped and leant down close to Mikey's ear.

"Oh, 'that Sara chick'" She crooned seductively. "That's my girlfriend. And trust me; you could steal the Airbus A380, it still couldn't top sex with her."

She walked out with a cocky grin and a sway in her hips, feeling the shocked gaze of both the police guard and the suspect on her.

Behind the glass Brass turned to Grissom

"Did I just hear that right?" He asked, his mouth agape. Grissom sent him an offhand look.

"Where have you been?" He asked nonchalantly.

Jim's blue eyes widened impossibly as Catherine graced them with her presence. She looked between the two men, settling on his shocked gaze.

"What?" She asked with a coy grin. "Honestly Jim, you call yourself a detective."

~fin~