A/N: Thankies again:)

Catherine walked through her home. She was trying her best to be quiet, Sara was in her bedroom asleep. She had been asleep soundly for about fourty-five minutes, that was the longest she had slept without waking up from a nightmare. Catherine walked into the kitchen and reached into one of the cupboards, taking the bag of coffee down and pouring some into a coffee filter. Shutting the lid on the coffee maker, she watched as small drops of coffee filled the clear pot and she walked over to the kitchen table and took a seat.

Catherine sighed deeply, looking down at the table. When the hospital had let Sara leave, Catherine told her right away that she was going to be staying with her. Sara did not protest- her apartment was a crime-scene and she did not feel comfortable let alone safe staying alone at some hotel on the Strip. Catherine couldn't help but feel like she had a duty to protect her friend...she couldn't stand to see her so terrified...to see her so hurt. It pained Catherine to see her that way, and she hated the person who had made her this way with a passion. She felt like she would kill the person the second she laid eyes on them. She could feel a small flame of anger raise up inside of her. She was not going to let this person hurt Sara again.

The smell of fresh coffee soon filled the house and Catherine walked over to the coffee machine. Turning it off, she pulled out a mug from one of the cupboards and poured herself a cup. She walked back over to the table and sat down, taking in the aroma and warmness from the single cup. Slowly rising the cup to her lips, she took a sip. Putting the cup down on the table, she sighed deeply. She propped her head up on one of her arms, her elbow resting on the table as she looked forward at the wall in front of her. Turning her head to the side slightly, she noticed a figure in the corner of her eye. She turned and found Sara standing in the doorway of the kitchen, staring at her.

"Sara.." Catherine said quietly, standing up. "You should be asleep, you really need your rest.."

"Cath, I should go. No, I need to go," Sara said.

"Where?" Catherine asked in confusion.

"Somewhere...just..not here. I can't stay with you anymore, I can't be around you guys.."

"Why, Sara?" Catherine asked.

"Because...because I know that..if I stay with you he might hurt you! I don't want that to happen! And I'm just holding you guys back, you shouldn't have to worry about me, I'm not worth it!"

"Sara," Catherine said. "That's not true.."

"I'm not worth it," Sara said again. "I come from a broken family. My father cared so little about me he hit me. I was so careless that my own foster brother raped me. I'm not worth any of your guys' time or care.."

"Sara, stop it. None of that was your fault. We all care about you, we all love you. And you are worth it. And you know what else? We know we don't have to help you."

"Then..why are you?" Sara whispered.

"Because we love you and we want to make sure you're okay...we care about you, Sara. We couldn't live the rest of our lives if we didn't do anything to help."

"I'd rather die then have something happen to you guys.." Sara said quietly.

"Sara," Catherine said. "We're all going to be fine. Nothing is going to happen to us," Catherine said. "But if we don't do anything to protect you.." Catherine said. "We're not going to be okay because then we'll all know that we didn't do anything to help you. We care about you too much, Sara," Catherine said, walking over to her and wrapping her arms around her.

"No one loves me, Matthew made that quite clear," Sara said between tears.

"Sara.." Catherine said. "We all love you for who you are."

Sara laughed bitterly. "What the hell is that, exactly?"

Catherine rubbed her back softly. "It's what makes you Sara. Your sense of humor, your intelligence, your kindess, it's all there, Sara," Catherine said. "All in one neat little package," she said with a smile.

Sara smiled a little. "Thanks Cath."

Catherine smiled back. "No problem," she said, patting her back softly. "Now you should get back to sleep now, god knows you need your rest."

"Cath...I can't sleep..I've been trying.."

"You mean you haven't slept at all since we got here?"

Sara just shook her head. "I tried.."

Catherine smiled. "Alright, go back to the bedroom and I'll be right back." Sara just watched as Catherine disappeared around a corner. Shrugging, she walked back down the hallway and into Catherine's bedroom. She sat in the middle of the bed and pulled the sheets over her as she waited for Catherine to come back. When she finally did, she came back with a large grin on her face and her arms behind her back.

"What did you get?" Sara asked quietly.

Catherine smiled and showed her what was behind her back. It was an old brown teddy bear wearing a black hat and matching bowtie. Sara couldn't help but giggle. "Presenting Mr. Timtums!" Catherine said with a smile. "Helps Lindsey sleep when she has nightmares," she said, walking over to the side of the bed Sara was lying on. "Hope he can be of service."

Sara giggled as Catherine handed her the teddy bear. "Well tell Lindsey I said thank you."

Catherine smiled. "She doesn't have to know about this, besides, she'll kill me if she finds out I told someone about her still sleeping with it." Sara laughed again as Catherine turned to head out the door.

"Cath?" Sara asked.

Catherine turned back around. "What is it, Sara?"

Sara shot her a small smile. "Thank you. For everything."

Catherine just smiled. "Don't mention it. Get some rest now," she told her, turning and walking out of the room. She walked down the hallway into the living room and sat down in one of the lounge chairs. Closing her eyes, she sighed deeply. She was utterly exhausted, she hadn't slept that much the last two days. Completely ignoring her unfinished cup of coffee in the kitchen, she fell asleep.

"Who's the lucky guy?" Warrick asked.

Grissom looked down at the paper he held in his hand. "His name is Matthew Dillan. He has a place out in Henderson just off of Monte Carlo Avenue. He's got a record."

"Is Brass bringing him in?" Nick asked.

"He's on his way there."

"Good," Greg said.

"Go get a cup of coffee guys, sit down for a little bit. I'll page you all when Brass brings him in," Grissom said. Grissom looked at the three and then walked off.

Catherine slept soundly for a few minutes until there came a knock at the door. Standing up and stretching, she walked over to the door and unlocked it, expecting Nick or Warrick.

The person behind the door was not someone Catherine had seen before.