Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me.

A/N: This is the chapter for all of you who contacted me either through reviews, e-mails, or e-mails that were reviews. Oh, and I want to apologize for the lack of updates. Sorry! Enjoy, and review!
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"Sara?" Catherine said, as they sat in a booth at the closest diner. The boys had left early, leaving the girls with a chance to eat breakfast.

"Yeah, Cath?" Sara asked, looking up from her menu.

"Well, I have two questions for you," Catherine said, placing her menu on the sticky table and contorting her face to show her disgust. "First, what are you getting?"

"Well, the French toast sounds good. And so does the four cheese omelet. Ooh, and they have English muffins, too!" Sara said, scanning the menu. "I think I'm getting the four cheese omelet, but instead of ham I'll get hash browns, and an English muffin."

"Mmm, that sounds good. I think I'm going to get the Santa Fe Omelet - green and red pepper, onions, cheddar and jack cheese, and topped with salsa," Catherine said, licking her lips.

"That sounds… disgusting," Sara said. "So, what was your other question?"

"Well, I wanted to know when --," Catherine began, only to be cut off by the waitress.

"Are you ladies ready?" the older woman said, coming over to their table.

"Yes," Sara answered, starving. "I'll have the four cheese omelet, but can I substitute hash browns for the ham? And I'd like an English muffin. Ooh, and do you have those little things of jelly?"

"Sure, I'll bring them out," she said, jotting down the order. "And for you, ma'am?"

"Uh.. I'll have the Santa Fe omelet, and toast will be fine for me," she said, closing up her menu and handing it to the waitress.

"Sure thing ma'am, do you want coffee?" she said, looking up from her paper.

"Two, please," Sara answered, handing her menu over, as a sticky substance started to drip off the back. "Um, you might want to clean that up." Sara said, pointing to the drips.

"Oh, yeah. Some kid got sick about an hour ago. Threw up all over the menu, then all over the men's restroom. Some job, I tell ya," she said, walking away.

"So, what were you saying, Cath?" Sara asked, remembering that Catherine still had one more question for Sara.

"Sara, she called me ma'am," Catherine said, speaking after a minute of silence.

"Yeah, she did. She called me ma'am, too," Sara said, trying to remember the brief exchange they had with the waitress.

"No, she didn't, Sara. I listened. For God's sake, my job is to be observant. She called me ma'am. Not once. Not once, but twice," Catherine began, becoming flustered as she spoke.


"Catherine, calm down. I'm sure she didn't mean anything bad by it, she was just being polite," Sara said, becoming worried as she saw people turn around.

"No! Sara! I won't calm down!" Catherine said, putting her head on the table. After a few minutes, she attempted to raise her head. After not being able to, she spoke. "Sara?"

"Yeah, Catherine?" Sara said, fixing her coffee that had just been brought to them.

"Sara, I'm stuck," Catherine whispered, barely audible to Sara.

"What'd you say, Cath? I can barely hear you," she said, stirring her coffee.

"Sara, I can't get my head unstuck from the table," she said, pulling Sara's head down closer to her.

"Oh my God, are you serious?" she exclaimed. After seeing Catherine nod, or attempt to do something that resembled a nod, she said, "Ok, Cath, don't get nervous. I'm going to use the knife and --"

"What?! You're not going to use a knife!!" Catherine said, wiggling in her seat.

"Fine, then. I'll just leave you hear. We'll send Lindsey here a few times a year. Besides, kids eat free!" Sara said, starting to laugh.

"Um, ma'am?" the waitress said, coming back with two plates of piping hot food. "Is your friend here planning on moving her head anytime soon?" she said, moving the dishes around on her hand as they became hot from the food.

"Well, she's sort of. Well, she's stuck," Sara said, as her omelet was placed in front of her.

"Are you serious?" she said, as both Sara and Catherine nodded their heads. "I'll go get the manager. This isn't the first time this has happened."

"Well, we won't be eating here anymore," Catherine said, as Sara fed her the toast.

After three unsuccessful hours of trying, by the manager, waiters and waitresses, cooks, bus boys, and even some of the customers, Catherine was still stuck to the table.

"I think we're going to have to call in the big guns," Manager Tom said, as he picked up the phone.

"Sara? They're not going to shoot my head off, are they?" Catherine said, becoming more nervous as each hour passed.

"No, they're calling the fire department," Sara said, as ordered a water for herself.

About two and a half hours later, after much work and labor, Catherine was finally unstuck from the restaurant table.

"Ma'am, are you OK?" their waitress said, coming over to where Sara and Catherine had been sitting for the past six hours.

"Oh, I'm fine. We're really late for work, though," Catherine said, directing the last sentence to Sara.

"Don't worry, I called Nick when they were de-sticking you," Sara said, as shock and horror registered on Catherine's face. "And don't worry, I didn't tell him why we took so long. I made something up about you getting sick from the breakfast you ate, and that we'd be there as soon as possible."

"We're going there right now," Catherine said.

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"Hey, what took you guys so long?" Grissom asked, as Sara pulled her Tahoe up in front of the crime scene, to where the rest of the team was standing. "Catherine, what happened to your head?"

Both women just looked at each other, and laughed. Finally Sara spoke up.

"Catherine got stuck."