Recap:

With a sigh I grabbed the portable phone, ready to make the longest phone call of my life. I started to dial, pressing each number with careful precision.

Ring, Ring…

Click, Procrastination was a fault of mine, one I fully intended on nurturing right now. Besides, I can always call back later…

Okay, I know that wasn't included in the last chapter, but I needed to add it to make everything make sense:P Anywyas, thanks to everyone who reviewed!!

Sara POV

These aren't my sheets….This isn't my lamp, or my clock, hell this isn't even my empty coffee cup on the night stand. Whose is it? Suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks, getting fired, drinking, coming to Catherine's. I panicked, my heart racing, what had I done? With a surge of effort I through the foreign covers off before pressing my feet to the cold hard ground. Everything hurt, my muscles where screaming in pain, and my head felt like someone had played "Whack a mole" with it.

With a Grunt I lift my tired body off the bed, before silently padding to the door. I reached to the door knob before halting in mid-action. I couldn't go out there, I couldn't face Catherine! The embarrassment burned deep in my chest as I slid down the door, landing with a thud at the bottom of it. My face bows down in shame as my hands reach up to cradle it. I was screwed…how much had I drunk last night?

Before my thoughts could inflict any more damage I heard someone speaking painfully loud with a vocabulary that only a Vegas born person would know. I was fully aware that eavesdropping was rude, but who ever said I was polite? With childish enthusiasm I pressed my ear to the door, trying to figure out who Catherine was having a spat with.

Shit….

Her voice rose an octave with every word, anger evident in her voice.

"Grissom, what the hell where you thinking…."

I don't care what she did! She will be at work tomorrow and you WILL have her working a case…"

"Screw paperwork, I know very well you haven't filed anything official yet…"

"For her own good…how would you know shit about her own good?..."

Three weeks Griss, but if you don't let her back after that you are going to loose TWO good CSIs'…"

"She showed up at my doorstep, maybe because the person she trusted most betrayed her…"

"Fine, see you Monday."

I took a deep breath; did Catherine really offer to give up her job for me? Did Catherine really have that conversation with Grissom? And what did she mean by three weeks…?

"Sara, I know you where listening, the door squeaks every time you lean against it" Despite my confusion I couldn't help but smile, once a CSI always a CSI. With a sheepish grin I open the door, still situated on the floor. My grin soon disappears as my questioning eyes reach her serious ones.

"Hi" I said, my voice rough and hoarse from the previous night.

"Hey Sara" she replied, covering the space between us with her long stride. I gulped, trying desperately to get rid of the lump forming in my throat. Sudden flashes of everything that had happened rushed back to me, my heart tightened and sizzled and the mere thought of it. I was no longer a CSI, or at least I thought so.

"Sara…Sara sweetie look at me." Her tall frame hovered over my body, which was currently curled up in a fetal position on the floor, knees tucked tightly against my chest. Still, through her perpetual gaze, I failed to speak.

Slightly unnerved by my silence, she lowered the great work of art that was her body. She sat silently at my side, before wrapping her slender arms around me, pulling my now shaking body close to her chest. A girl could really get used to being held by Catherine willows. She gently lowered me till I was laying down, my head resting on her lap.

I don't know how long we sat there, her on the floor and my head in her lap, but those brief seconds where the best ones of my life.

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