A/n- okay, this is chapter three and I hope you guys like it. It's based during 'who are you' when we first find out Catherine was a stripper.

"Okay, I'm late again." Grissom said walking into the break room holding little slips of paper. He handed out assignments to Warrick and Sara and shooed them out.

Since coming to Vegas Sara and Catherine hadn't worked together very much and Sara knew it was wrong and she knew Catherine didn't feel the same but she wanted to work with her and be around her. She was beginning to admire the blond and she didn't see a problem in how she was feeling as long as no one knew, which they would never. And plus Sara was positive Catherine had no feelings for her, well almost positive.

"Do you have a case for me?" Catherine asked.

"You can't work it." Neither Grissom nor Catherine had noticed Sara outside trying to listen to their conversation.

"Why not?" Catherine was confused at this point.

"Conflict of interest."

"How?"

"The victim is a stripper." Those words were all it took to send Sara over the top. Catherine used to be a stripper? Sara had no way to describe how she felt. How could a woman earn and have such respect at work when she used to take off her clothes for a living? Now Catherine had very much perplexed Sara.

"So because I used to be a stripper I'll be bias?" Wait, Grissom knows that Catherine used to be a stripper? Sara was shocked.

"No, because the man being accused is your ex- husband." Sara, if it was possible, became more shocked and knew she didn't have time to listen to the rest of their conversation. She left to meet up with Warrick.

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Hours later Catherine was in the locker room changing her blouse when Sara walked in.

"Oh, sorry Cath." Sara said. She wondered why she just called her Cath because she had never done so as long as she knew her. Catherine also took note of the nickname Sara had just called her.

"That's fine, we're both girls." She said pulling her white button up shirt up over her shoulders. Sara could see her black laced bra and the smooth skin protruding from it. She had a great body and now Sara could see it was probably from the dancing. She looked away as Catherine buttoned up her shirt and Catherine looked at her. Catherine knew exactly why Sara's cheeks went red and she smiled to herself as she faced her finishing her last few buttons.

"Did you come here for something or just watch me change?" Sara blushed but her hair covered her cheeks.

"Well, I was just wondering. I heard you and Grissom talking about something earlier and I wasn't sure if I heard right."

"Okay…what did you hear?" She knew what Sara heard but she wanted to hear Sara's explanation.

"Well, I sort of heard that...before you came here you… you had another job…" she paused and looked at the ceiling.

"Okay, I know what you heard. I used to be a stripper." She was not lost for words like Sara was.

"I did it for a while actually, then I met Eddie, my ex- husband, and we had Lindsey."

"Why did you take you're clothes off for a living?" Sara asked like a child. She knew she should have never asked. It just came out. Catherine wasn't ready for that question.

"Um, it was fun for a while and I got paid really well."

"Oh." was all Sara managed.

"Look, you don't have to approve of what I did but it shouldn't affect the way we work together. I have to go. See you tomorrow Sara."

"I don't have a problem I was just surprised. I didn't mean to…"

"Don't worry about it Sar." Catherine put her hand on Sara's shoulder. They looked at each other for a moment then Catherine turned and left.

TBC…reviews!S