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"Aunt Sara."

I opened my eyes and glanced over. Lindsey was staring at me with a worried expression. "What's wrong sweetie?" I asked trying to fully wake up.

"I called your name a few times and you didn't wake up. I was starting to get worried."

"I'm sorry. What time is it?"

Lindsey glanced over at the clock on the DVD player. "It's 8:30."

"Really?" I leaned up and smiled at her. "How long have you been up?"

"Not long. I went to the bathroom and then came in here to wake you up."

"Are you hungry?"

"Yeah. Can we make some breakfast?"

I stood up. "Sure. Let's go see what we've got." We walked into the kitchen and I opened the refrigerator door. Thanks to Nick, there were plenty of eggs, bacon, and sausage. Nick made sure he had some kind of meat to eat.

Lindsey was standing beside me. "Can we make pancakes?"

"I guess so. Is that all you want?"

"Well, I really want some bacon with it, but I know you don't like meat."

"That's okay. You can have bacon. Besides Nick will be here soon and I know he'll want some too."

"Cool." We began making breakfast and Lindsey kept stealing gazes at me. I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

"Okay, what's wrong?" I finally asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You keep glancing over at me. Do I have something on my face?"

Lindsey smiled. "No, I'm sorry for staring. I just wanted to make sure you're feeling better."

"Thanks Linds, but I'm fine. I just ate way too much junk food last night." I stuck my finger in flour and ran my finger across her cheek.

"Hey!" Lindsey yelled and dipped her hands in the flour and planted them right on my face. So began our flour fight. By the time we were done, we had flour everywhere. We were about to start eating when Nick and Catherine walked in to the kitchen.

"What happened in here?" Catherine asked taking in the chaos that was now my kitchen.

Lindsey ran over to her. "Hey mommy. Sara and I had a flour fight!"

"I can see that." Catherine started wiping flour off her daughter's face. "Are you ready to go?"

"I was eating breakfast."

"You're welcome to have some." I told Catherine. "We made plenty."

Nick was already making himself a plate. He set it down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Looks good honey."

"Thanks. Lindsey helped cook."

Catherine smiled. "Wow Linds, maybe you should start cooking our meals at home."

"Can I?" Lindsey asked.

"We'll see. For now, finish your breakfast. We've got a few places to go before we go home."

"Okay." Lindsey went back to the table and started eating.

"Help yourself Catherine." I replied pointing to the stove.

"Thanks Sara, but I'm not all that hungry. Greg was handing out doughnuts before the end of shift and I ate one."

"That's fine." I walked over to the sink and started washing the dishes.

"Honey, I'll wash those." Nick offered.

"That's okay. Besides you worked last night."

Lindsey got up and put her plate in the sink. "Thanks for breakfast Sara."

"No problem. Thanks for helping me cook it." I gave her a smile.

"Come on Linds. We've got some stuff to do before we go home." Lindsey gave me a quick hug and then hugged Nick. "Bye guys."

"Bye Catherine, bye Lindsey." Nick and I both replied. I walked them to the door and locked it back after they left. I made my way back into the kitchen to find that Nick was washing dishes.

"I said I would wash those." I told him.

He turned to me and smiled. "I know, but I thought I would help."

I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Have I told you how much I love you?"

He grinned. "Yeah, but I never get tired of hearing you say it."

I leaned over and kissed him. He deepened the kiss and pulled me closer. After a few moments, we pulled away breathless. He ran his finger along my cheek. "I love you Sara."

"I love you too." We finished washing the dishes and I decided to take a shower to get the flour off me. I walked in the bathroom and turned the shower on. I stripped my clothes off and took a look at myself in the mirror. I quickly turned my face away. I didn't like the woman that was looking back at me. I got in the shower and began washing my hair.

It's been two days since Lindsey spent the night and I was getting lonely at home with Nick going to work at night. I was going crazy with nothing to do. Nick left the house around seven because he and Warrick had plans to go work out. So, I was sitting in front of the television desperately trying to find something to watch. The phone rang and I quickly picked it up, praying that it was Grissom on the other line begging me to come to work. "Hello?"

"Hey Sara, it's Catherine."

"Hey Cath. How's it going?"

"Good, listen, I was wondering if you had plans this evening?"

"No, Nick just left to go work out with Warrick before shift." I informed her.

"Well, I'm off tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with Lindsey and me. We're going to eat out and probably swing by the mall. Lindsey's begging for a new outfit; like she needs another one."

I laughed. "Well, no offense Cath but she is your daughter."

"And I wouldn't give anything for her. So, do you want to come?"

"Sure, why not."

"Great, we'll pick you up in a few minutes. Bye." Catherine hung up the phone and I set it back down on the table. I got up from the couch and headed toward my bedroom to change clothes.

An hour later the three of us were sitting in a restaurant. I wasn't hungry but I ate anyway. Lindsey was explaining to her mother why she needed a new pair of shoes to go with her new outfit. "Come on mommy, I need a nice pair of shoes to enhance my beauty."

Catherine just stared at her. "First off sweetie, you do realize you're ten right? You shouldn't be enhancing anything at the moment. Speaking of enhancing, where did you learn that from?"

"Off television."

I smiled at the exchange. We talked a few more minutes and I suddenly felt my stomach cramp. "Um, I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

"Okay." Catherine said and smiled. I got up and made my way to the restroom and walked inside. It was empty which was a surprise. I picked the stall on the far end of the room and went in and closed the door. I quickly threw up a few times until I was sure I couldn't anymore. I flushed the commode and stepped outside right into the face of Catherine. I couldn't speak and I had no clue how long she had been standing there. She had a very worried expression on her face.

"Um, this isn't what you think." I began.

"Sara, this is exactly what I think. How long have you been doing this?"

I didn't want to argue with her. In fact I didn't want to talk about this with her at all. I walked around her and stood in front of the sink. I turned the water on and washed my mouth out and my face.

"Answer me Sara." She demanded.

I spun around and faced her. "Look Catherine, I just ate too much and felt sick to my stomach. That's all."

"Don't give me that shit. You told Lindsey the same thing."

Shock filled my face but I recovered. "It's none of your business." I finally replied and tried to walk away. Catherine grabbed my arm very tightly.

"You're wrong. This is my business. You're my friend Sara and I'm worried about you."

"You don't need to be worried. I'm fine."

"Fine my ass! Sara you're killing yourself! Don't you realize that?"

Tears that had been threatening to fall began cascading down my cheeks. Catherine pulled me into a hug. I cried even harder. Catherine just let me cry. I heard the door of the restroom open and Lindsey walked in.

"I'm sorry I told on you Aunt Sara. But I was really worried." Lindsey said and walked over to us.

I pulled away from Catherine and gave the little girl a hug. "It's okay sweetie. I'm not upset with you."

Catherine handed me a tissue. "You need help Sara."

"I don't need help Catherine. I can get through this on my own."

"No, you can't. You just think you can. If you're not careful, you're going to end up like Ashleigh James. Do you want that?"

I thought back to that case and how Ashleigh counted everything that went in and out of her body. I wasn't that bad. So, I threw up every now and then, but I didn't keep a journal of it.

"I'm not like her." I replied.

"Not yet, but if you don't stop, you're going to end up like her and I'm sorry but I'm not going to let you do that to yourself."

"I don't want to end up that way." I whispered. It was true, the thoughts of dying were beginning to scare me even if I wouldn't admit to everyone else.

Catherine wrapped her arm around my shoulder. "Come on. I'm going to take you home."

We walked out of the bathroom, paid for our dinner, and left the restaurant. I honestly don't remember the drive back to my apartment, nor do I remember walking inside and changing into my pajamas. I was sitting curled up on my bed staring across the room. My mind was racing with terrible thoughts of dying. Catherine and Lindsey were in the living room and I could hear Catherine talking on the phone to someone. I had a feeling that she was speaking to Nick or Grissom. Thirty minutes later, I found out exactly whom she had been talking to. Nick came storming in my bedroom with a mixture of emotions displayed on his face. For the first time that night, I wished that I had been able to jump off the roof because the hurt look on his face caused my heart to break.

TBC