Catherine woke up. She rose a brow when she heard snoring. She nudged Sara.

"Sara?" she whispered.

Sara stirred and yawned as she opened her eyes. "What?"

"That wasn't you snoring was it?"

"No, why?"

Catherine shushed her and they were both quiet. They heard snoring coming from somewhere. They looked around and saw two figures lying next to them.

"Crap!" Sara gasped, but still in a whisper. "Jeez, that scared me!"

"Well...at least we know we're not alone," Catherine said rolling her eyes.

"I'd rather be alone. Actually, I'd rather be in a ditch somewhere than with these guys!"

Catherine sighed. The men stirred and they both held their breath.

"Holy crap! Man!" came Chase's voice.

They heard a moan and then "What?" from Roy.

"You're laying on me, stupid!"

"So?"

"So get your fat ass off of me!"

"Hey! I can't help it if I took after mom!"

"Shut up!"

Catherine and Sara pretended to be asleep but they had to hold the urge to laugh back as well as they could.

They heard a slap. "DAMN!"

"That's what you get for having your fat ass lying on my head!"

"Shut up!"

They heard Chase get up and stretch and they both kept one eye half-way open to watch them.

"They've been out for a while," Chase said nudging Catherine with his foot.

"Let 'em sleep, for christ's sake."

"I never said I wouldn't!"

"Get 'em some food too. And some water while you're at it."

"Alright, come on then."

They walked out locking the door behind them and Sara and Catherine spoke again.

"Are they actually concerned about us?" Sara asked.

"Seems like it."

"Guess they've never held someone hostage before."

"Cite your source."

Sara laughed. "You want to go down that route, now?"

"It's a simple statement, but three oh-so-powerful words; cite your source."

"The experience comes from the job."

Catherine challenged her. "Really..."

"Yes!"

"Why so defensive?"

"You're a horrible person, you know that?"

Catherine laughed. "I know, I'm absolutely terrible."

Sara laughed and Catherine smirked a bit. She was happy to lighten the mood in their current situation. She blinked when she started to hear Sara hum.

"Are you humming?"

"Yes, why?"

"No reason, I just wanted to know."

Sara shrugged and continued to hum. Catherine smiled as an idea popped into her head.

"You know, you would be a great singer."

Sara stopped.

"What did you say?"

"I said you'd be a great singer."

"Uh...thanks."

"Did you ever consider singing somewhere?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Like I told Nick one time, it's a habit...I-I don't even realize I'm doing it."

"It's a good habit."

"I suppose."

"You'd probably give Gil a heart attack."

Sara laughed.

"I'm serious."

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Thanks."

"Do you dance?"

"No."

"Come on, Sara..."

"I don't!"

"Sara Sidle, can you honestly sit here and tell me that you don't dance at all?"

Sara sighed. "Fine, I give up. I dance when I'm alone."

"Why?"

"Because no one's there to criticize me and tell me how bad I am."

Catherine laughed. "Is that truly what you think?"

"Yes."

"You're too hard on yourself! When we get out of here I'm taking you guys to a bar and you're going to dance with someone, you hear me?"

"Catherine!"

"You're going to do it or I'll tell Greg you want to go on another date with him!"

Sara was about to protest but gave up. "That was a low blow."

Catherine laughed. "So you'll do it?"

Sara sighed. "Fine."

Catherine was silently dancing in victory as she smiled and then nudged her. "Come on, it'll be fun."

"I guess..."

"It will!"

Sara sighed and put her head down. "I'm not good in front of people."

"Why would you say that?"

"I'm not a people person!"

"You sound like Grissom."

"But I'm not, and I'm not good with kids either."

"That's a lie!"

"What?"

"Remember that little girl whose father abused her? She loved you!"

"No she didn't."

"Yes she did! She was clinging to your arm for dear life, Sara!"

"She'd act the same toward you."

Catherine sighed. "Listen, you say you're not good with kids but you know you are, so stop telling me you're not!"

Sara smiled. "Thanks."

"No problem."

"Want to play rock, paper, scissors?" Catherine suggested. Sara raised a brow.

"What?"

"Come on, I play it with Lindsey to pass time."

"Fine."

"Alright, rock, paper, scissors. What'd you get?"

"Rock."

"Ha! I got paper."

"Wait- we can't see each other's hands so how do we even know if we're telling the truth?"

"Damn, you figured it out."

Sara laughed as she nudged Catherine as they giggled like little five-year-olds.

TBC