It's been two weeks since I saw Sara first leaving work with Sofia. In those two weeks, I've done everything short of saying, "Sara, please be my friend." My hope is that I can gain her friendship and work on gaining more. I've asked how her day was, what plans she has after work—anything to gain her friendship. For two weeks, we've managed not to draw the same assignment, each of us being paired with one of the guys are going solo on a scene. Tonight, however, we were finally given a scene to work together. As soon as Grissom said, "Catherine & Sara—you two have a double in Henderson," my heart skipped a beat and I saw Sara cringe slightly. Oh well—any amount of time with her was worth it to me. I'm one lovesick CSI.

"I'll meet you at your truck," Catherine said to Sara as she exited the break room. "I need to grab a jacket from my locker. It's a little chilly out tonight."

"Sure. Whatever," was all that Sara said as she walked away.

This definitely isn't going to go the way I had hoped.

Catherine walked into the locker room and went through her locked looking for a light jacket she could wear. She came up empty. She decided that she had kept Sara waiting long enough and exited the building. As she approached Sara's truck, she noticed that Sara was on the phone. She was obviously enjoying her conversation. The closer that Catherine came to the truck, the better she could read Sara's face. She was smiling.

Who is she talking to? I wonder if it's Sofia.

"No, I'm just waiting on Catherine. Grissom assigned us a case together tonight. Yeah—I'll call you when we finish up in the morning. ------- Me, too. Bye," was the part of the conversation that Catherine heard.

"Ready?" a frustrated Catherine inquired of Sara.

"Yeah. I thought you were grabbing a jacket," Sara asked.

"I checked my locker. I always keep a jacket in there—and never need it. Now, when I need it, I can't find the damn thing. I suppose I'll have to rough it," Catherine said grumpily as she climbed into the truck.

Instead of getting into the driver's seat immediately, Sara opened the rear gate and pulled out a hoodie. "Here, you can wear this," Sara said to Catherine as she tossed it to her and climbed into the truck.

"Thanks," a stunned Catherine answered as she pulled the hoodie over her head.

It smells like her. God, I hope she didn't notice me smiling as I smelled it.

"It doesn't stink does it?" Sara asked. "I saw you smelling it. I usually wear it when I go jogging in the mornings. I just washed it a couple of days ago."

"No, it doesn't smell. As a matter of fact, I was just about to ask you what perfume you wear. It smells nice—very subtle and not overpowering."

"I don't wear perfume. Do I really look like the perfume type?" Sara laughed as she responded.

"No, I guess not. I suppose it just smells like….you."

"I never really thought of myself as having a particular smell. But if you say so…" Sara blushed.

She probably has no idea how adorable she is right now. Blushing—that's a nice color on her.

A few minutes later, the pair arrived on the scene, exited the vehicle and grabbed their kits. "In or out?" Catherine said.

"I'll take the outside and you can start inside. I'll help you as soon as I'm done out here."