What's not to like? I am very smart. Graduated at the top of my class at Harvard. An Ivy-fucking-League university. Yeah, Catherine uses her body to get what she wants. That's not very different from me using my mind, is it? I dunno. The bottom line is that it's conceivable that she'd be interested in me. She's dated all sorts of jerks. And let's not forget that asshole ex-husband who got himself killed in front of her little girl.

I'm pretty sure she still hates me for not solving his case. I did everything I could. There was no murder weapon. There was no one with a solid motive. Maybe I shouldn't have closed the case so quickly—should've taken a little more time to ask a few more questions—do a little more investigating.

Wendy was right about one thing—I'm not the most approachable person. I'm not overly friendly with anyone. I've worked here for years and people barely know anything about me. Catherine made my life a living hell for the first few years. I'll never forget that "when the spirit moves you" comment that she made about a gift for Lindsay.

I wish I knew if she was really flirting with me or just being her typical "Catherine" self. I am one of the top crime scene investigators in the country. Maybe I can do a little investigating of my own and figure this out.

"Curtis," Sofia answered her phone.

"Sofia, how's it going?" Sara asked the blonde detective.

"It's going well, Sar. I'm working a case right now, so I am a little busy. Was there something I could help you with?"

Sara, suddenly unsure, hedged on giving a straight answer to Sofia. "Nah, I just had a free moment and thought I'd give you a call. There was something I wanted to talk to you about, but it can wait until another day."

"Sara, let's have breakfast after the shift is over," Sofia stated bluntly.

"Uh, I'm not sure I can. Maybe another time."

"I wasn't so much asking you to have breakfast with me as I was telling you that you were having breakfast with me," Sofia declared with confidence.

"Oh. Okay then," Sara said flatly.

With a smug smile on her face, Sofia told her that she'd pick her up after shift.

Sara walked into the break room to grab a cup of coffee before heading out to go over the SUV again. All she had wanted was to ask Sofia's advice on the Catherine situation. She knew that Sofia was gay. She'd never made any bones about it. She knew that if anyone could tell her what course of action to take, it would have been her. Instead, she found herself being told that she was having breakfast with her. It was just one more thing to press on Sara's mind throughout the night.

She sat in a chair in the break room, sipping on her coffee. "Sara, I thought I asked you to go ahead and finish going over that SUV? This case isn't going to solve itself. I've been down in the morgue with Doc and going over the photos from the scene. I need that SUV processed. I have a case to solve," Catherine yelled at her.

"Cath, I just walked in here to grab a cup of coffee and sit down for a few minutes before I went out there to tear the SUV apart. Sitting here for five minutes isn't going to make or break this case. Is it?" Sara angrily replied.

"Look, I'm the senior CSI on this case. If you're not going to help me with the case, just say so. I can get Greg to help or I can do it myself. I don't need you to take this laissez-faire attitude with my cases."

With that, Sara got up, poured her coffee out, and brushed past Catherine. She was mad. No, she was pissed. Obviously, Catherine thought she was incapable of doing her job—once again.

We've been through this once before—with Eddie's death. I was the CSI in charge of investigating his death. Catherine made it perfectly clear then that I was incapable of doing my job. Now, I'm just sitting in the break room having a cup of coffee and she busts in and starts yelling at me about how to do my job. I was so stupid for entertaining the thought that she might be interested in me. As much as I hate to admit it, Wendy was right.