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Any transition serious enough to alter your definition of self will require not just small adjustments in your way of living and thinking but a full-on metamorphosis.

Martha Beck

"Willows" Catherine groggily picked up the phone.

"Um.. hi…Catherine, this is Sara, I think, um, I need your help." Sara tentatively mumbled into the phone.

"Sara! Do you know what time it is? You may be still at work but other people no longer work graveyard shift and appreciate their sleep." Catherine growled into the phone. Why would Sara need her help?

"Its about a case, well it is a case, and I thought you might know what to do better than anyone else." Sara tried to sound hopeful, she could already tell Catherine was pissed for being woken up in the middle of the night. She just hoped that Catherine would listen long enough and not hang up.

"You know what Sara? I don't really what kind of case you have with a stripper; I'm not in the mood to help you. You have other coworkers, and you have Grissom, I think you have more than enough help than you need. Now if you don't mind I'd like to get back to sleep." Catherine growled into the phone, getting more and more irritated.

"NO, wait, it's a kid." Sara quickly interrupted, just hoping that Catherine wouldn't hang up.

"Huh?"

"There's a kid, and DCFS didn't have any free housing, and Greg volunteered that I have the weekend off, and I ended up taking it home." Sara babbled.

"A kid? Does 'it' have a name? An age? A sex? Are you saying you literally took your work home?" Catherine replied, utterly confused by where Sara was going with this. Of all people, Catherine thought, Sara would be the last to take a kid home.

"Yeah, yeah, her name's Sadie, she's five. Grissom, Greg, and I responded to a 419 at a Bed and Breakfast near Lake Mead, the mother stabbed the father and I found the little girl when I was fingerprinting a bedroom. Grissom made me go to the hospital with her, and they had no where to place her, so Greg volunteered me to take her home for the weekend until they find a placement for her since I have the weekend off." Sara rattled off quickly hoping that Catherine would just listen for a little bit longer.

"Ok," Catherine replied, still confused, "So why do you need my help? Sara, I'm not playing babysitter for you, you got yourself into this mess. You're going to have to deal with it."

"No, no it's not that. I'm not asking you to baby-sit; I just wanted to know what to do. You have Lindsey, and you're a good mother, and now I have Sadie staying here for the weekend, and I don't know what to do. I mean, where do I have her sleep? What do 5-year-olds eat? What are they like when they aren't sleeping?" Sara quipped, just hoping that Catherine would understand and be willing to help her.

Catherine was a little taken aback from Sara's complement. I was no joke that the two women did not get along, but for some reason, Sara felt like she could turn to Catherine and that seemed to alleviate some of Catherine's dismay at being woken up. "Ok, so where is, Sadie, is it? Right now?"

"She's asleep on my couch. She fell asleep at the hospital and has been asleep ever since. I checked to see if she was sill breathing in the car because she hasn't moved, and we were at the hospital hours ago, but she's still breathing and has some how slept through the whole thing." Sara replied. She heard Catherine chuckle on the other end of the line. Catherine was amused with the fact that a child's resistance to waking up was foreign to Sara.

"Well, why don't you cover her with a blanket and go to bed yourself." As much as Catherine was apprehensive to help Sara, she was intrigued. She wanted to see this for herself. She figured if Sara could be big enough to ask for help, maybe Catherine could help. With the limited number of women working in the lab, it was hard to be in constant battle with them while trying to prove to the men that she could hold her own. Catherine figured what harm could come from giving Sara some friendly advice. "In the morning, I would suggest going to WalMart or Sears and picking up some basics for her. Take her with you. You do have a booster seat in your car for her right?"

"What's a 'booster seat'?" Sara asked innocently. And with that Catherine knew Sara was in over her head.

"Ok, ok, change of plans. You don't need help you need a miracle. How about this: I'll give you a call tomorrow morning when I get up. I think I still have Lindsey's old booster seat around here somewhere. Lindsey has the day off from school so her and I will come over and the four of us will go shopping. Do you think you can make it till morning?"

"I think I can. Is it ok to just let her sleep on the couch?" Sara was taken back by Catherine's willingness to help, but was so appreciative.

"Yeah, I'm sure she'll be fine." Catherine was amused by the worry in Sara's voice.

"Thanks Cath, I mean, really, thank you. I know we haven't really gotten along. Well, honestly we don't get along. But you were the only one I of that would know what to do. And this little girl has been through a lot and I want to do something right for her. Thank you. Really" Sara truthfully replied.

After hanging up with Catherine, Sara felt a little better. She covered the little girl with a blanket, who to Sara's shock was still sleeping. And got ready for bed her self. Sleep didn't come easy; Sara was still worried about Sadie, and was nervous about what was going to happen with Catherine in the morning.

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