Sara's mind was elsewhere as she stowed her gear in her locker at the end of shift. She was staring absentmindedly into her locker as she sat on the bench in front of it as if looking for something.

She was still like that when Catherine walked in. "You ok, Sara?" The older CSI looked at her quizzically.

Sara glanced up, her expression a bit lost. "Uh, yeah."

Catherine wasn't sure she believed her and was immediately concerned. "You sure?" She studied Sara's lost expression.

Sara nodded and glanced back at her locker. "Yeah."

Catherine smiled and sat down on the bench next to her. "Sara, I don't mean to pry, but you don't look ok."

Sara looked over at her, noticing her smile, and faintly smiled in return. "I just have a lot on my mind."

"You want to talk?" Catherine queried her gently.

Sara shook her head. "I'll be fine. I just need to get some sleep, that's all."

"You still staying at Nick's?" Catherine asked curiously.

Sara nodded. "Yeah, at least for now." She let out a soft chuckle. "I can't stay there forever."

Catherine continued to smile softly and reached over and touched Sara's arm. "Nick just called and it looks like he and Grissom are going to be at their scene a while longer."

Sara looked at Catherine quizzically, wondering why Nick hadn't called her himself.

"He said he tried to call you, but your voicemail on your cell phone picked up. Do you want me to give you a lift? He said you carpooled in." Catherine continued.

A mixture of relief and surprise crossed Sara's face. "Yeah, that would be nice." She stood up and grabbed her jacket and followed as Catherine headed out of the locker room towards the parking lot.

As they drove to Nick's Sara remained quiet. Catherine glanced over every once in a while, curious as to what was going on inside Sara's mind. She pulled into Nick's driveway alongside Sara's Denali and glanced over. "Are you sure you don't want to talk?"

Sara broke herself out of her reverie and smiled. "Sorry." She furrowed her brow for a moment. "Don't you have to get home to Lindsey?"

"Day camp. With school out for the summer, my sister takes her along with her own kids so I can get at least a few hours of sleep." Catherine explained with a smile.

"Oh." She gestured toward the house. "Do you want to come in? I can't offer you anything to drink." She smirked slightly. "The house is dry for the time being. I could make breakfast."

Catherine smiled. "You know, that sounds good." She followed Sara into the house and jumped slightly as a grey ball of fur began to yowl.

"Merowrl." Harley looked up at Catherine plaintively.

"When did Nick get a cat?" Catherine looked at Sara curiously as she picked up the kitten and began to pet him.

"He's mine. Nick got him for me yesterday." Sara explained as she moved into the kitchen. "He thought I might need a roommate when I go back to my apartment."

Catherine continued to pet Harley as she watched Sara. "He's probably right; sometimes having someone to come home to makes all the difference in blowing a little steam off of your night."

Sara just nodded as she pulled ingredients of the fridge. "I hope so."

Catherine's brow furrowed. "Do you mind if I ask you something?"

Sara glanced over and noticed Catherine's expression. "Uh, no."

"Are you afraid to go home?" Catherine ignored the fact that Harley was now biting her thumb.

Sara's instinctive response was to say that she wasn't, but she also knew that if she wanted to get better, that denying how she was feeling to the people who were truly concerned for her wasn't the way to do it. She let out a sigh. "Yeah, I am." Her brows furrowed in worry. "But I can't stay here forever either. I think I'm cramping Nick's style."

Catherine gave her a quizzical expression. "Are you sure about that? It seems to me that he's more than happy to have you here."

Sara expression was conflicted. "I just think that maybe I've overstayed my welcome."

Catherine set Harley down on the floor. "Sara, what's really going on?" She raised her eyebrow as she studied her. "And don't tell me that you two aren't getting along."

Sara nervously bit at her lower lip and leaned against the counter. "I just think this whole situation has caused Nick and I to get close." She furrowed her brow. "Maybe too close."

Catherine didn't look phased by the comment. "So you think you're falling for Nick?"

Sara winced slightly and nodded. "I'm confused. I think he is too."

A smile began to flicker across Catherine's face. "I've always thought that Nick was a little smitten by you."

Sara looked a bit surprised and then changed the subject. "So, what do you want in your omelet?"

"Whatever you're having is fine with me." Catherine tried to keep her smile to a minimum as she watched Sara's discomfort at the thought that someone else might think that Nick was interested in her.

Sara quickly mixed the ingredients together and poured them into a frying pan just as she heard a crash coming from the general direction of the laundry room. She let out a groan and glanced at Catherine. "Can you watch this for a minute so I can find out what part of Nick's house Harley's destroying now?"

Catherine nodded in amusement as Sara disappeared.

In the laundry room Sara found a shaken Harley cowering by the pile of bedding Sara had dumped there the day before with Nick's ironing board resting on top of it. From what Sara could surmise, Harley had tried to climb the ironing board and had just enough weight to tip it over. Sara righted the ironing board and scooped up the kitten who immediately cuddled against her. She quickly threw the bedding into the wash so that she would have something to sleep on later. As much as she found the thought of sleeping next to Nick appealing, she really didn't think it was a very good idea.

When she returned to the kitchen, Catherine was sliding an omelet off onto a plate. "I think this is ready."

"Thanks, Cath." Sara smiled. "I'd forgotten that Harley had a little accident on my sheets so I threw them in the wash." She set the kitten down on the kitchen floor.

Catherine chuckled. "Sort of like having kids." She handed Sara the plate and followed her into the dining room with another omelet filled plate. "So how did Harley get his name?"

Sara smiled as they sat down. "Nick named him. He thinks he's a little Hell's Angel."

They continued chatting over the meal and when they were nearly finished, Catherine made Sara an offer. "You know, if you're not comfortable staying here, you can always stay with me and Lindsey."

Sara smiled softly as she considered Catherine's words. "Thanks, but I think I'll probably go home in a day or two. I think maybe I should just stick it out. Besides, Harley would probably tear your house apart." As much as she appreciated Catherine's offer she wasn't quite ready to leave Nick's, regardless of the confusion she was feeling.