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The graveyard shift the next day (er, night) was hell. Sara still had a killer headache from drinking too much, Catherine was way pissed off, and Nick could detect something was wrong. He kept trying to poke his little nose in, but it got greeted with a hard wall of brick. Greg, well, he was just being Greg. He was, as usual, trying to flirt with the two girls, trying and failing to break the growing tension between them. The flirting only reminded Catherine of the night before, and that only made her cry. Sara saw this and felt a pang of guilt, knowing that somehow, it all traced back to being her fault. Those looks that Catherine had been throwing her just gave it away; they were a mix of longing and anger. Sara just couldn't figure it out. She went after Catherine to the locker room, where she found her sitting on the floor, crying.

"Catherine, what's wrong?"

Catherine jumped at the sound of her name, and turned around to find a concerned Sara. She stared at her for a few second before shakily saying, "Nothing. I just had a bad night last night… that's all." She knew that Sara knew it was a lie.

"Catherine Willows. You have been sitting here for about twenty minutes crying your eyes out. It's not 'nothing'. Please tell me, I might be able to help."

I should, because you're the only one who can help, Catherine thought inwardly. She took a deep breath, and said carefully,

"I saw you at the gay bar I dance at last night." Everything went silent for a few second, until Sara said,

"And I guess you are wondering why I didn't tell you?"

"Among other things."

"Like…?"

Catherine suddenly got angry. She was shouting by now. "Like why you went into a gay bar, why I saw you there, and why you ended up with a MAN from that bar and why not m-" She stopped herself. She had almost said And why not me? But that would give too much away. Luckily for her, Sara didn't catch that.

"Catherine, I'm bi. I like both men and women. He's bi, too, and we ended up liking each other. A lot. So… yea… well… I think you saw the rest. Besides," she added, "Why were you at a gay bar?"

"I…" It was her turn to be uncomfortable. "Igetpaidtodancethere." She said it all in a rush.

"I didn't quite catch that… repeat?"

"I get paid to dance there."

"I thought you quit that."

"Well, I love to dance, and I'm gay, so I- oops…" Catherine turned her gaze quickly from Sara's eyes to her shoes.

"It's okay." Sara touched Catherine's shoulder.

"No, it's just that… I've never told anyone before…"

"Me neither."

"Secret?"

"I'll keep it, don't worry."

And for the first time that day, Catherine smiled.