With a single finger, Sara lifted Catherine's chin so that she was looking in her eyes. As if time itself stood still, Sara leaned in to kiss Catherine. With their lips mere millimeters apart, in walked David from the Coroner's office. "Ladies, I'm ready to take the….Oh….Oh….I'm.."

David was interrupted by Catherine jumping to her feet and saying, "It's about time you got here, David." First vic, is on the other side of the bed there. The second vic is in the bathroom. We were just finishing up here. You can go ahead and take the bodies. Page me when Doc Robbins gets ready to do the post. I want to be there."

Catherine packed her kit and exited the room as Sara just stood slack-jawed. "Sara, I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was interrupt---" David tried to explain.

"It's no problem, David. You didn't interrupt anything," Sara said as she hastily removed herself from the room.

Still trying to figure out if it was David's entrance that made Catherine jump up and leave so quickly or if it was the situation itself, Sara walked toward the Denali. She didn't see Catherine as she loaded her kit into the rear of the truck. She did take notice of the fact that Catherine's kit was already in the truck.

She approached the driver's side of the truck and as she opened the door to get it, a hand was placed flat against her chest. "You can ride shotgun. I'm driving us back to the lab."

Defeated, Sara walked to the passenger side of the Denali and climbed in. She put on her seat-belt and sat staring out the window as Catherine started their drive back to the lab.

She must have drifted off during the drive back to the lab, because she woke up to Catherine's hand on her thigh, gently shaking it and softly saying her name, "Sara. Sara. Wake up. We're at the lab. You can sleep later. Let's get the evidence checked in. Come on, Sar—wake up."

"Mmmm….give me five more minutes and then I'll be ready," Sara said as she turned her head to the other side.

Catherine smile one helluva wicked smile and moved as close to Sara as she could in the Denali. With one hand, she started at Sara's knee and slowly slid her hand up her thigh. At the same time, she whispered into Sara's ear, "Maybe I should let you sleep now so that I can keep you up later."

"Huh?" was all she said wide-eyed and suddenly very alert.

"I said, how about we have breakfast after the shift at my house?" Catherine said smiling.

"Cath, I'd love to. But I already have other plans," Sara said regretfully.

"Oh. No big deal, some other time then," and Catherine quickly exited the SUV.

Sitting there stunned, Sara seemed to have come to her senses. Catherine had not only asked her to have breakfast, but to have it at her house. What the hell was I thinking saying no?

"Cath, wait up," Sara called. But it was no use, Catherine swung the door open and sashayed into the building.

Catching up with her, Sara grabbed her by the arm. "Damn it. Give me a chance to explain."

"No need to explain. I heard you on the cell before we headed out to the scene telling whoever that you'd call them as soon as we were done tonight. You obviously have other plans—and that's okay," Catherine said sullenly.

"You're right. I do have other plans. But don't you even care who they're with?"

"Not really." And with that, Catherine checked her evidence in and left for the morning.

Damn. It's not like I knew when I made these plans that she was going to ask me for breakfast.