a/n: sorry it took so long for the stupid update. I'm a loser, I know. I slept in one day, and when I woke up, I was grounded. Once again, sorry for the delay.

Caleigh's POV:

"So, I take it you and Brooke are still avoiding each other." Sara said when we entered her apartment.

"Like the plague, baby," I replied, as I headed to take a shower.

I only had two more weeks left of the internship, and the thought of going back home was starting to depress me. The last couple of nights had been uneventful, since Grissom hadn't let Sara back into the field. Tonight was our night off, and we were content to spend it relaxing on the couch, eating ice cream, and talking. We touched a little on the subject of Lucy and Greg. Both of us agreed that it probably wouldn't last, since Lucy would be gone soon.

"I'm kind of hoping that she'll go out with this guy named, Brody, once we get back," I said.

"Why's that?" Sara asked me.

"Well, the guy's had a huge crush on her ever since she asked him to change the oil in her car." I replied.

"How long ago was that?" she wondered.

"The second day of school two years ago. Freshmen year. A year I will never forget," I laughed as memories of my first year at George Fox University flooded my mind. "I think the best time I had that year was when Lucy and my friends Ryan, Tricia and Jason took me to Lloyd Center in Portland and taught me how to ice skate."

"That sounds like a lot of fun." Sara said.

"It was," I answered, "but I was really sore for a couple days after that."

Time was flying by; the day I left Las Vegas for Newberg was fast approaching, only one more week left. Sara and I had both reached our boiling points at the lab. If it wasn't Lucy crying over Greg, it was me, trying to avoid Brooke. Sara and I seldom saw the inside of her apartment that week, there were so many cases, that the day shift was giving us a hand.

Sara's pager buzzed. "Caleigh, Hodges finally has the results in. Go grab them."

"Okay," I replied.

It didn't take very long to get back with the results. I handed them over to Sara. She glanced them over. "Looks like our vic was high," she noted, before turning back to the evidence she was examining.

"That's not surprising considering the stash you found under the passenger seat," I answered. "Maybe our vic was a dealer."

"Wouldn't surprise me," she retorted.

I was in the break room, making coffee for Sara and myself, when Brooke finally managed to corner me.

"Caleigh, I'm really sorry about calling you a no-good orphan," she whispered to me.

"Whatever, Brooke," I snapped.

"No, really, I am," she was almost pleading.

"From the mouth flows the heart," I replied.

"What's that supposed to mean," she asked, irritated.

"It means that what you said to me is what you believe in your heart," I maneuvered around her, holding the coffee cups, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got stuff to do."

Brooke quickly stepped in front of me, "You're not leaving this room until we resolve this," she yelled.

"Resolve what? You being a total jerk?" I yelled back. Of course, at that moment, our screams reached the ears of our supervisor and he came running in.

"What is going on in here?" Grissom asked, obviously ticked.

"Nothing," I replied as I stepped past Brooke into the hallway, "Absolutely nothing."