Chapter 2

I entered the building, staring at my feet and not looking up at anybody just in case they could read my thoughts.

"Sara!" someone said loudly behind me.

I turned around quickly, maybe a little too quickly.

"What is wrong with you today, weirdo? I called your name like ten times!" Nicky said, giving me one of his grins. For a split second I wondered why I had the dream about Warrick and not Nicky. That would have been an interesting challenge. Oh well, I thought. Maybe in my next life.

"Sorry, Nicky. You know how it is. I'm just not all here today."

We walked together to Grissom's office. Catherine was already there, talking to him about Lindsay's dance recital.

"She was so great, Gris. I think she's going to be a star one day, I really do."

"We all think that, Cath. It's obvious. Sara, Nick, good to see you. Now, where the hell is Warrick?"

"Right here, boss. I'm not late, am I? I was in court." Warrick said, peaking his head in the office.

I turned around to see Warrick walking in. He looked so very good in his suit he always wore to court, and I tried not to drool so obviously on my tank top.

What am I doing? I am too old and too mature to be having adolescent crushes like this. My love for Gil Grissom was pure and tangible, but this crush on Warrick was totally childish. I tried once again to shake it off.

"Good, you're all here. Nick, come with me to the Hard Rock... they had a rock concert there tonight that got a bit out of hand, and I think there's 3 DB's and a few injured. Sara, you and Warrick and Cath take the drowning out on Lake Mead. This one's ugly... a guy lost his girlfriend and her best friend out there. Lots of suspicious circs, if you know what I mean. Okay? Let's head out."

Nick and Gil headed off in Gil's Tahoe with Brass, and me and Catherine and Warrick took a road trip to Lake Mead. I tried not to think of Warrick in inappropriate ways, but it was getting increasingly harder in the hot, cramped car.

We were halfway there when I felt Warrick jabbing my rib cage with his finger.

"Yo, Sara! What is up with you today, girl?"

"You know me, Warrick, I'm just lost in the case." I almost felt bad for lying, but what else could I say? "I'm thinking about you and me, naked, and it has nothing to do with the two women who just died at Lake Mead?" Yeah, that would be a pretty bad thing to say. I was also trying to get over the weird shiver that came over my body when he jabbed me earlier. Oh man.. I'm in trouble now.

When we got to the crime scene, Catherine sent Warrick off to talk to the witnesses, and together we processed the scene. We worked in silence for a while, and when we had a break, Catherine couldn't help but comment on my weirdness.

"Seriously, Sara. You're being way too quiet. What the hell is going on with you? We're only asking because we're worried."

I looked at Catherine, and tried to decide whether I should talk to her about it or not. On one hand, she was a woman and would understand my plight. On the other, we were processing a scene at the moment and it seemed wrong to talk to her about it while at a crime scene.

"It's nothing to worry about, Cath. We can talk about it when we're done with this case, okay? I promise, I'm okay. I'm just feeling a little weird."

She nodded, and we continued to process.