When the sun was coming up and the heat was almost unbearable, even at this early morning hour, we were still processing the crime scene. Warrick came over to help while Catherine went home to take Lindsey to school. We worked closely together, and for a while, I was so into the crime scene that the dream didn't even occur to me. But when Warrick and I accidently ran into each other while both going for a stray cigarette butt, I remembered. And then I giggled.

"Was that a giggle I detected from you, Ms. Sidle?"

"Yes, indeed it was, detective," I said, batting my eyes. Oh my God, what was THAT all about?

"You're kinda cute when you're trying to flirt with me," he said, winking at me.

"I was not flirting! I am processing a scene, Warrick!" I said, protesting a little too loudly.

"Whatever, girl. I know your secret," he said. I highly doubted that.

After the scene was processed, we found ourselves back at headquarters. Greg was processing some of the crucial evidence, but it looked like the boyfriend, our prime suspect, was going to be cleared of the charges of the murders of the two women.

"So, if the boyfriend didn't do it, who did?" Grissom asked, putting his glasses on and looking our evidence.

"We're still doing some testing, but Gris, we think it might have just been a freak accident. Those kinds of things happen a lot out on the water, unfortunately." I said.

"Yeah, we wanted to pin it on him, but he was seriously distraught, Gris. He didn't do it," Warrick said.

When the case was finally closed (it was a freak accident, as we thought), Warrick and Catherine and I went to breakfast. We were all enjoying some pancakes and toast when Warrick got up to use the bathroom.

"Okay, girlie, quick! Before he comes back, tell me what the hell is up with you!"

I sighed, stabbing my pancakes with my fork.

"I had a dream about Warrick last night. I think.. I think I want him bad, Cath."

She snickered.

"I knew it had to be something like that, with the way your mind has been all over the place today. I think it's great that you're trying to move on from the Gil-"

"Cath," I warned, "let's not go there."

"Fair enough. So, are you going after him, then? That would be interesting!"

"I don't know, Cath! That would get really ugly, right? Work relationships just aren't a good idea! What if we broke up? What if he cheated on me or something? I don't think that would work unless one of us transferred shifts, and I really don't want to do that."

Catherine looked around to see if anyone was listening. She saw Warrick on the other side of the restaurant, coming back to the table.

"Look, Sara, I have to tell you this. I've wanted to, but I never found a good time. Me and Nick? We've been dating for almost 6 months now. It IS possible, okay?"

I looked at her in disbelief, wanting to ask her a thousand questions, but of course Warrick had sat back down.

"Lordy, you girls are really weird today," he said, looking at us like we were aliens. "What's going on?"

Catherine grinned, and then suddenly looked at her watch.

"Oh, shit! I gotta go, guys. Lindsey and everything. Bye!" She threw some money on the table and practically ran out. She turned aorund and winked at me before she was out the door.

Warrick watched her go, and then turned to me.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you! Just don't look at me like that!" I said, turning away from those gorgeous eyes of his.

"Well, see, I had this dream. Last night. And it was kind of a stupid dream, but aren't all dreams stupid anyway? I mean, it's not like you can control them or anything, it's really just your subconscious trying to confuse you, right? Anyway, I had this dream, and it was kind of about you, but maybe it wasn't you? Maybe it was someone who represented you or something? But I think it was about you, but what does that really prove anyway? I mean, nothing, right? I mean, it was just a dream and dreams-"

"Sara! Shut up! Damn!"

I was quiet.

"I know when I have dreams about people, I feel a little different about them the next day. Is that what you're trying to tell me right now?"

"I guess," I muttered.

He sighed and didn't say anything for a while.

"Warrick?"

"Welcome to my world, Sara. I dream about you every night, and every day I come to work thinking more and more about you everyday."

I tried hard not to gasp. What was going on here? Were we in an alternate universe?

"So, what do we do now?" I asked impatiently.

He leaned over and kissed me softly, taking me by complete surprise.

"Why don't we start there?" He said, smiling.

More chapters to come!