A/N: W00t! I got more reviewers and I got an idea for the story! Sorry it's a bit later than usual, I got a little caught up in other stuff. This chapter is going to be a short one, but it will add an interesting twist to the story.
Firestorm13: Oh, I have something much worse in mind.
x-sara-x: Thanks for catching that! I'm so bad at that kind of thing.
CatStokes: Sorry, he's just going to get deeper into the story, but in a bad way, I promise. Hey, I just thought… Stokes is Nick's last name, right? I'm just wondering…Do you like CatherineNick pairings? Or is that just me being odd?
Heather: Glad you enjoy the story. Sorry, but femmeslash is my favorite, so that's what I write, too.
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Everything at the lab was a blur. Everything, that is, except a certain blonde looking at her with an almost begging look. No, no, I'm imagining it. Catherine does not feel the same way.
But what is the same way?
I don't like Catherine that way, do I?
Do I?
Catherine walked by barely brushing Sara on the shoulder by accident. She pretended to be concentrating on the evidence while re-learning how to breathe.
Do I?
She stared off into space for a bit, but a name in the file caught her eye; a suspect. The name was Rich Lekman. The man in the picture next to the name was either the Rich she was dating, or his identical twin. And Rich didn't have a twin.
Her boyfriend was a suspect.
This can't be happening.
She read over the rest of the file. Rich was a suspect for a murder. Him and two other men that seemed to be built along the same lines as he was. Great, now that she was the one on the case, she had to bring him in and question him in a less-than-flirty manner. A new thought struck her.
What if I loose him over this?
Somehow that thought didn't terrify her as much as it should have.