I'm terribly sorry for the long wait. This week has been hell. First my grandfather I was closest to died Monday, then I found out a friend of mine wasn't really a friend but an enemy in disguise.

On the upside I completed my senior project presentation on American Sign Language. I got an 89! No more waking up early in the morning to talk to my advisor about my project. 14 days left of high school! Prom is next week...life is looking up. So here's my optimistic chapter (kind of).


Sara and Nick sometimes get on my nerves. I mean I love them both dearly, but they are just so damn blind. Neither one of them can see what the rest of us do. That they're in love with eachother. Okay, so maybe Gil hasn't seen it yet, but that man wouldn't recognize human emotion unless it was described to him in an analogy using stinging hershey beetles.

Take today for example when I worked a case alongside the pair. When Nick bent over to pick up some evidence off the ground, Sara watched the movement of his glutes under his tight jeans. Then when he turned around, she looked away. But of course Nick got an ample view down her shirt as she fiddled with her kit, and I swear to god he practically drooled.

After about an hour of their taking turns staring at eachother, I decided to do something about their little situation. So I 'accidentally' bumped into Sara, knocking her into Nick's open arms. I watched with satisfaction as they stood there together, Sara's fingers splayed over his pecs and his arms wrapped around her waist. They were staring into each other's eyes and leaned forward…just about to kiss….

But just then Jim walked up. One word out of his mouth and they sprang apart like guilty teenagers. I made a "humpf" sound and glared at him. Ignoring his confused look, I stomped (as well as I could in heels) out of there.

Later, back in the lab, they took turns looking up from their evidence to shoot the other a loving look, then looking back down at the evidence when the other looked up. One time I knocked on the window, drawing Sara's attention upwards when Nick was mid-googoo eyes. She caught the full on (should be) patented Stokes loving eye caress. For a full minute they stared at each other, until Gil walked into the room.

Silently cursing the idocy and blindness of men, I stalked away. When I saw Warrick in the locker room I got the most brillant idea.

"Hey Warrick…"


I was sitting in the locker room, absently rubbing my bare ring finger when Cath came in. I moved slightly so that my hand was hidden from her, I wasn't ready to reveal it all to her just yet.

She walked up to me with a huge smile and only my years of being around her let me keep my jaw from hitting the floor. She looked gorgeous, as usual, and looked supremely happy and oddly mischievous. Something was definetly up.

"You would not guess who in this lab are secretly in love with eachother and won't admit it!" She said brightly as she opened up her locker and shot me a look.

"Us?" I mumbled before answering at a normal volume. "Who?"

"Nick and Sara!" She said as bent over to grab her necklace that had fallen to the bottom of her locker.

"Uh huh." I said trying not to salivate, a hard thing to do when a rear like hers is mere inches from my face. "And…?"

She pouted prettily. "Fine. You're no fun." She looked at me more carefully, making me slightly squeamish. "You already knew huh?"

I nodded, trying not to show my nervousness I always feel when I'm around her. Inside I'm still the nerdy awkward kid in high school and she was the beautiful head cheerleader who knew exactly who she was and what she wanted. "I figured out that Nick was in love with her when she was dating Hank and he spent all his time moping around."

"Oh." She looked crestfallen for a moment and I almost wished I could pretend I didn't know just so she could have her moment. Then she brightened again. "I've got an idea."

I rolled my eyes. Unbeknownst to most of the team Cath was a practical joker. But luckily for her everyone just blamed Greg or Archie for anything that went wrong. "An idea? Do I even want to know?"

"I promise it's a really good one. You know you want to know."

I stared at her for a few seconds, thinking maybe Greg made irish coffee today or something, but her pupils weren't dilated and she wasn't looking the least bit unsteady. She's probably just excited by the thought of playing matchmaker. "Okay. Let me have it."


I know it was a little OOC, but hell I felt like Cath acting more like me.

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