"I'm sorry, Sara. There's no way I can let you take any days off right now. Catherine has called in sick for the last four days and called today and said she had some sort of emergency she had to take care of. She's taking the week off. I can't have both of you out right now," Grissom explained.

"Fine," Sara said as she stormed out of his office.

"Greg, you're with me. Grissom gave us a DB at one of the strip clubs," Sara said as she walked past the break room.

"You've been uncharacteristically grumpy the last few days. What's up with you?" Greg asked as they drove toward the scene.

"None of your fucking business, Greg. My moods are none of your business, get it?"

"Got it. I just don't know why you're—"

"If you have any sense at all, you won't finish that question," Sara said with a warning in her voice.

They arrived at the scene a few minutes later. As they grabbed their kits and headed toward the club, Sara instructed Greg to take care of the perimeter before coming inside. "But we never worry about the perimeter on these cases until we've interviewed the witnesses and sketched the inside," Greg responded.

"I'm the primary. Either do what the fuck I tell you to do, or get your ass back in the truck and wait on me. Understand?"

"Yeah, Sara. I understand perfectly," Greg said with hurt in his voice.

Sara hadn't even seen the detective walk towards her. "Is there a problem here? I thought you CSIs were all one big family?" Sofia said smiling.

"Yeah, well, as a detective, I guess you don't get to practice that whole thinking thing too often, do you?"

"Excuse me?"

Sara felt like Sofia was challenging her. "All I'm saying is that you don't have to do a whole lot of thinking in your line of work. I mean, we do most of it for you guys," Sara said. She was begging for a fight.

"Sara, I don't know what your problem is, but you're way out of line here. What has gotten in to you? The last time I saw you, you were all ga-ga over Catherine and—wait a minute, does this have something to do with Catherine? She called me to say she was going out of town for a few days, but—"

"She called you? She called YOU?"

"Yeah, we're friends. I thought we were friends, too. Was I wrong about that?" Sofia said.

"Yeah, you were," Sara said as she started towards the crime scene.

Sofia ran up behind her and grabbed her arm, wanting to stop her so that they could continue this conversation. Sofia wasn't prepared for what was about to happen. As she grabbed one of Sara's arms, she turned around and swung at Sofia. Her fist connected solidly with Sofia's jaw and knocked her square on her ass. "You fucked her. You fucked her, Sofia. How could you?"

Officers began running towards the two women. One attempted to restrain Sara as Sofia got to her feet. "Let her go," she said and the officer released his grip on Sara.

Looking Sofia square in the eye, Sara bent down to pick up her kit and as she did, she said, "You're fucking bitch, Curtis."

"Yeah, well, I may be a bitch, but Sara Sidle, you're under arrest for assaulting a police officer. Someone tell CSI Sanders that he'll need to find another CSI to process the scene with him. Sara, place your hands on the hood of the truck."

"Sofia, are you fucking serious? First your fuck Catherine and now you're arresting me? Un-fucking-believable. Fine, arrest me. I don't care."

"Sara, we both know that's a lie," Sofia said as she patted Sara down, read her rights to her, and cuffed her. Before Sara had time to fully appreciate what was going on, she was in the back of a squad car ready to be driven down town.

"Oh, for the record, Sara," Sofia said as she was shutting the door to the squad car, "I never fucked Catherine. We were both way too drunk for that. We shared a bed, but we didn't fuck. If Catherine thinks we did, then I obviously need to correct her." With that, the door closed and the officer drove Sara to the precinct.

"You hit an officer?" was all the Grissom could say. "You hit an officer."

"Actually, I didn't hit an officer. I hit Detective Sofia Curtis," Sara said flippantly.

"What were you thinking? You've been in so much trouble here, Sara. I'm not sure Vegas was the place for you after all. In the last year, you've had the DUI and now assaulting a police officer. Ecklie already didn't like you. You know I'm probably going to have to fire you? Does that even bother you?"

Sara just sat there stoically.

"Have you called anyone?" he asked her. "Sara, are you even listening? Fine, just sit in jail and rot."

I'm rotting from the inside out. What does it matter if I sit in jail and rot?