Why do I feel the need to be such a bitch sometimes? She was so adorable sitting in there reading a magazine and sipping on her coffee. I watched her for a few minutes and then just had to barge in and bark at her like she was a child that needed to be admonished. I feel like I'm a teenage boy who feels the need to pick on the object of his affection. Why can't I just be an adult, walk up to her and say, "I like you."

'Well, dumbass, it's obvious she doesn't feel the same about you. You saw her in the lab with Wendy this morning. They were laughing and talking. She's never like that around you. Just give up this insane notion that she might be interested in you.'

Catherine sat in her office completing some paperwork for half an hour before deciding she needed to bite the bullet and go talk to Sara. The shift was over, but Sara never left until she was finished working on a task set before her. Most days, Sara wouldn't even make it back to her apartment. She'd work several hours of overtime, nap, shower and change right there at the lab. Most of her coworkers were surprised that she even kept an apartment.

Catherine put her paperwork away and grabbed her purse. She'd ask Sara to join her for breakfast. Maybe over toast and coffee they could finally talk civilly to one another. Maybe Catherine would finally be able to talk to Sara—really talk to Sara.

She walked into the garage and called Sara's name. No answer. She walked over the SUV thinking that either Sara was ignoring her or was so engrossed in her work that she just didn't hear her call her name. Still no Sara. Catherine considered the possibility that Sara had finished processing the vehicle and was now in her lab working. She exited the garage and walked toward the lab that Sara could always be found in. No luck there. She considered that Sara may have come across evidence in the SUV and might be in Trace, DNA, or logging evidence. As she turned to walk back down the hall towards those labs, she saw Sara walking out of the locker room. She started to call after her, but soon caught of a second figure in the hallway pushing off the wall and joining Sara as she exited the building.

Was that—Sofia?!?

She turned to leave and stopped to gather her thoughts.

"Hey Catherine. Is something wrong?" Wendy asked as she approached her.

"No, I was looking for Sara. No luck finding her."

"I overheard her on the phone this morning with Sofia. They made a date to have breakfast."

"A date?" Catherine asked. "Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I didn't know that there was anything between the two of them. Did you?"

Wendy smiled and considered the best response to Catherine's inquiries. "I think it's kinda nice. I know I haven't been here long, but Sara seems lonely. I'm sure she could use a friend or two around here. And thanks to Greg, I know she was rejected by Grissom and had issues with some other guys she dated at some point. Every one needs someone—and Sofia is hot. Sara could do a lot worse."

Shocked, all Catherine could muster was an, "Oh."

As Catherine turned to leave, Wendy grabbed her by the arm and spoke again, "You know, I was heading out. Would you like to have breakfast with me?"

"Excuse me? Uh, no, Wendy. I need to get home and spend a few minutes with Lindsay before she heads to school. Maybe another time," Catherine said flatly.