a/n: sorry it took so long for an update, my family was monopolizing the computer.

Sara and I drove in silence as we headed toward our assigned crime scene -- a homicide in a parking garage off the strip. My job in this would be very simple, carry Sara's kit, and listen to her explain stuff about the scene. Oh joy! I was going to be stuck in a parking garage for "x" amount of hours with my least-favorite person in the world. I decided to see if she had a good c.d. in her c.d. player. Bad idea…

"One way or another I'm gonna find ya, I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha, One way or another I'm gonna win ya, I'm gon—"

Quickly, I hit the power button. "You like Blondie, Sara?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"I didn't have you pegged as a Blondie fan, that's all."

"Well what did you have me pegged as?" she asked with irritation.

"Not a fan of eighties music, that's for sure. I was thinking maybe some 'NSYNC, a little Backstreet Boys," I countered.

"Backstreet who?"

"Come on Sara! What? Do you live under a rock? You know 'that's makes you larger that life,'" I retorted.

"What makes me larger than life?" she innocently replied.

"You've got to be kidding me! That must be a huge rock you live under Sara. You know nothing about 90's pop culture. Tell me, you must know a little about stuff going on today," I replied.

"I do. There's a war, there's a threat of war and then there's people killing other people for kicks."

That was a real conversation killer. I just shut up and we rode in silence the rest of the way.

The first thing I saw when we arrived on the scene was blood. Lots of blood. Sara seemed surprised that it didn't affect me much, but underneath my cool cover I wanted to spew. Nothing I had ever seen on TV could have prepared me for the sight of a woman lying dead with a gunshot to the back of her head.

"Caleigh, get my kit from the back of the car," Sara commanded.

I gladly obeyed. By the time I returned with the kit she had finished asking the officer at the scene some questions. She then proceeded to start snapping pictures of the gruesome scene.

"Hey, Sara, does that look like a bloody footprint to you?" I pointed to a spot near the victim's head.

"Yeah, it does. Good eyes Caleigh. You seem like you'd make an okay CSI, so tell me what you think went down," Sara replied, offering me an opportunity I couldn't pass on.

I meticulously looked at the scene in front of me before I answered, "I think that she was either getting in or out of her car. See how the door's not shut all the way?" Sara nodded silently, but I could tell that she was impressed I noticed this. "She has some bruising on her face, which would imply a fight, maybe. I'm guessing her attacker came up to her and started hitting her, a lover's quarrel maybe, and when it got to be too much, she was shot."

"That sounds reasonable, but remember, we have to gather more evidence before we can back up your theory."

I smiled. It sounded like Miss Sidle could be civilized once in a while.

I was glad to be heading back to the apartment after a tough night. Catherine gave Lucy, Brooke and me a lift, since Sara was pulling extra hours on her new case. The three of them were chatting it up while I stared out the window. The same thought kept going through my head, maybe I had Sara all wrong; maybe she's not that bad of a person. All I knew was that the crime scene had shown me a whole new side to Sara Sidle.