Sara stood at the arrivals gate, shifting from foot to foot. Olivia's plane was late. When Olivia had called, Sara had been ecstatic about the visit. She'd been smiling for almost a week straight. It felt good. Besides, she knew it was driving Catherine nuts.

But the longer she waited for the plane, the more she wondered if there was an ulterior motive for the visit. She'd sorta fallen off the wagon in the last few months, and at least Brass had noticed that. Grissom had noticed something was off too, commenting on her treatment of a suspect and then on her extreme amount of overtime. Greg had offered her an ear, but she'd just smiled and said no. She'd managed to keep an appropriate attitude at work, for the most part. 'She's your friend, she just wants to see you,' her brain told her. Then she remembered that Grissom had met Olivia. Maybe Grissom called her to come out here, maybe he's noticed I've started drinking again. She started to panic.

Olivia finally emerged at that moment, looking very serious. 'Oh no, she is here to baby-sit me.' Sara felt even worse. Olivia scanned the crowd like she was looking for a perp. 'So much for no therapy…might as well get this over with.' Sara stepped out of the crowd; Olivia spotted her immediately, her very sullen, defeated looking friend. Olivia looked her over and decided the oblivious approach would be best for the time being. She quickly trotted over, with big smile on her face.

"Sara!" she wrapped her in a big hug, "oh, it's so great to see you again. I've missed having a girl to talk to."

"You have other friends."

"And when do I see them? You know what my life is like. That's what makes this," she gestured between them, "that much easier. They just don't understand what I go through everyday." Sara's doubts were melting away. Olivia shook her head. "Why are we being so serious? I'm here for a week of fun and frivolity in Las Vegas!" Sara couldn't help but brighten at Olivia's obvious excitement. Her doubts ebbed away.

"Yes, yes you are!"

"Please, Mr. Conductor, lead the way!"

Since she'd lost track of time, Sara hadn't made it back to her apartment to clean up the place.

"Please ignore the mess." Sara apologized, "I barely live here." Olivia laughed

"I know the feeling. Well, you'd better be around this week; I need someone to show me around Vegas."

"Oh, I took the week off, I didn't tell you? I'm still on call, so I've gotta warn you that-"

"No need to explain the life to me. I know the drill." With anyone else Sara would have felt stupid, but not with Olivia. Olivia just had this way of making her feel comfortable. Sara tried to surreptitiously hide all the bottles on the coffee table, but Liv was too quick.

"Threw a party?"

"Huh?" Sara panicked, "oh, yeah, a while ago. Some of the guys came over." Olivia just nodded her head; Sara noticed that she didn't make eye contact. 'Nice cover,' Sara's brain said sarcastically as she walked to the kitchen. 'Not like you were much help,' she shot back. As she disposed of the bottles, she saw they were all girly drinks. 'This is not good.' Sara screwed up her face and was about to respond when Olivia came into the kitchen. Note to self, Sara: you're not the only one here anymore. Olivia put down her bottles and dusted her hands off.

"What now?" she mustered up a smile. "Where to on a Friday night?" Sara was glad they weren't going to talk about the bottles now.

"How about some dancing?" Sara asked.