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Chapter 2

Walking through the halls of the CSI HQ, Sara was reading over some results she had just received from Wendy.

With these last DNA results the case was solved. The brunette had been working for several hours now, and with these results she decided she deserved a break, so she headed for the break room.

The room was empty –which seemed pretty logic since shift had actually ended three hours ago. Opening the fridge, Sara grabbed a bottle of water. As she noticed a plate with a piece of chocolate cake on it, her mind filled with thoughts about something that had happened a few days ago.

"Chocolate cake?" Catherine started as she saw Sara entering the dining room with said dessert in her hands. "You keep surprising me."

"I try" Sara smiled.

That same gap-toothed smile graced her face again as the memory of her and Catherine's seventh…or had it been their eight dinner…date?

'Date' Sara smirked, 'Could you call them dates?'

"I guess they were" She sighed contently as she plopped down on the couch and opened the bottle. Taking a sip of water, her mind once again wandered off to that evening.

"I know I'll have one pretty jealous daughter when she finds out you made chocolate cake for dessert while she was at a sleepover"

"Oh, there's no need for her to be jealous." Sara said. "I've made some for her as well, so you can give it to her tomorrow."

Catherine looked surprised. No one had ever cared that much for her daughter. Not even Lindsey's father, Eddie. She reached over, and covered Sara's hand with her own, whose eyes shot up at the unsuspected contact.

"Thank you, Sara" She started as she gave the younger woman's hand a squeeze. "That's a really considerate thing to do. And don't you say you're not good with kids ever again. Just look at how you treat Lindsey. She just loves spending time with you, and the last few days I haven't heard anything else than 'Sara this, Sara that'. She's so smitten with you." Catherine stated, mentally adding 'And she's not the only one.'

"You've raised a beautiful daughter, Catherine" Sara said, locking her eyes on the blue pools in front of her as she tried to fight a blush from spreading across her face.

After the brunette had spoken, they just sat there in silence –looking into each other's eyes, Catherine's hand still on top of Sara's.

That evening –Sara now realized- had definitely been a turning point in their relationship. After drinking some more of her water, Sara grabbed the remote, and flipped through some channels. She figured that, since the case was practically closed now, she could allow herself some more minutes of rest.

Some channel-surfing later, Sara came across an old black-and-white movie. A smile graced her face yet again as she realized it was exactly the same movie she had watched with Catherine.

After they both had finished their chocolate cake, they cleared the table, did the dishes, and now were seated on the couch in Sara's living room. Accompanied with a glass of wine they had settled for a movie –Catherine had chosen a classic black-and-white movie.

During the movie, they both had –unconsciously- moved closer to one another. At one point Catherine had leaned her head against Sara's shoulder. Neither one of them said a word, but both their minds were thinking the same: That they fitted together nicely and that they felt really comfortable this close.

At some point Catherine had dozed off, and had snuggled even closer to Sara. Her head still resting on the brunette's shoulder, but now her arm was also draped over Sara's waist. As the end-credits rolled over the screen, Sara decided it was better to wake Catherine.

"Catherine, wake up. The movie has already ended." She said as she carefully shook the older woman a little.

Not getting any response from the strawberry blonde she decided it was time for another, more daring, 'wake-up call'

Inching closer, Sara placed a soft kiss on Catherine's forehead. "Wake up sleeping beauty."

This approach seemed to work, because Catherine stirred a little before stretching her body, and turning her face up towards Sara –a small smile creeping onto her lips.

With her eyes still closed, and her mind not completely cleared from the fog that had formed during her little nap, she inched closer and gave a soft, short, but sweet kiss on the brunette's lips.

"Hmmm, did I miss much?" she said as she moved back and opened her eyes.

"The last thirty minutes or so" Sara grinned as she saw Catherine only now started to realize what she just had done.

That had been three days ago, and Sara was now felt like she was on cloud nine. That little peck on the lips hadn't been the last they shared that evening, and they had decided from that night in they would take things slow, see where it would take them.

Suddenly, Sara realized she had been sitting in the break room for almost an hour, so she stood up and headed for her favorite lab to finish things off for that shift.

As she filled in the last of her paperwork for the case, she checked her watch, and noticed there were seven hours left before her next shift would start. So she quickly grabbed her belongings from the locker room and headed for the parking lot.

Within minutes she was driving her car through the traffic of Las Vegas. The streets were pretty calm, so it didn't take her long before she reached her apartment building.

Throwing her keys on the small table next to the door, Sara noticed something on the ground. Reaching for it she noticed it was an envelope.

As she carefully examined the envelope, she noticed her name on the front, written in a handwriting she immediately recognized as being Catherine's.

A bad feeling settled in the pit of her stomach as she walked over to the couch and sat down. Opening the letter she knew her fear would become reality.

Dear Sara…