As Sara went to step into Lindsey's bathroom, she heard Catherine call out to her telling her to use her bathroom. She walked past the little girl's bathroom and proceeded to the room at the end of the hall—Catherine's bedroom. She entered the bathroom from here. Upon seeing the large garden tub that occupied an entire corner of the bathroom, Sara opted for a relaxing hot bath instead of a shower.

Half an hour had passed and Sara had not reappeared. Catherine walked toward her master suite and called Sara's name and received no answer. She noticed that the lights were out in the bathroom, but it was illuminated by a soft glow and music was flowing from sound system. She called Sara's name as she pushed the door open and walked inside. She could clearly make out Sara's sleeping form in the tub. She smiled to herself and walked over and sat on the edge of the tub.

She ran her fingertips through Sara's damp hair. "You're gonna prune up if you don't get out of there soon," Catherine said quietly to Sara. Sara leaned into Catherine's touch and never opened her eyes.

"Cath, what are you doing in here? Shit, I must've fallen asleep. How long have I been in here?"

"I just got worried because it had been about 30 minutes and you hadn't come out. I just wanted to check on you. I'll leave so you can finish your bath," Catherine said as she stood up and started to walk out of the bathroom. Sara's voice stopped her.

"Cath, I didn't mean to…what I mean to say is that I'm sor---"

"Sar, it's okay. You've been through a lot. We've been through a lot. Let's just go easy on one another, okay?" With that she turned and planted a kiss on the top of Sara's head and walked back to the kitchen.

Catherine returned to put the finishing touches on the dinner she had been preparing. She wasn't the greatest cook in the world, but limiting her choices to those of a vegetarian had placed a great strain on her culinary creativity. She had, however, managed to create a meal that she was certain wouldn't prove too distasteful. She pulled the eggplant parmesan out of the oven as Sara stepped into the kitchen.

"How did you know which clothes to grab for me? These are my absolute favorite "around the house" clothes," Sara said as she plopped down at the bar. "That smells delicious. I'm absolutely famished."

"Well, I figured that your favorite clothes were probably the ones that were still in your dryer. You aren't really the ironing kind, are you?"

Laughing at the truth in Catherine's statement, Sara just smiled and nodded. "Look, Cath, I think I owe you—"

"Would you mind setting the table for us? The plates are there and the silver is in that drawer there. What do you want to drink? There's wine, beer, soda, water, liquor in the cabinet…SHIT!"

Sara quickly turned, "What's wrong?"

"I grabbed the damn dish I just pulled out of the oven. Dammit that hurt."

Sara took her hand and walked her over to the sink and ran cool water over it. "Do you have any aloe or some burn ointment?"

"No, I'll be …." Catherine was unable to complete her sentence momentarily as Sara planted a very chaste kiss on her burn, "…fine."

"Keep it under the water for a moment, okay?" Sara said as she placed one hand on the small of Catherine's back to keep her at the sink. Catherine's body immediately responded to Sara's touch and she closed her eyes to savor the sensation for a moment. "I can't believe you're a CSI and you have a kid in the house, yet you have no aloe or burn ointment. Shame on you Catherine Willows."

"Well, I don't let Lindsey mess with things that will cause her to get burned. And generally, I'm able to focus on what I'm doing so that I don't burn myself on hot objects," Catherine responded.

"Well, accidents happen, as you just found out. You just stay here. I'll finish setting the table and putting the food there for us, too." With that, Sara turned to finish setting the table. After the dishes, silver and plates were on the table, she walked toward the refrigerator to grab water for the two of them.

"Water?" Catherine asked.

"Yeah, you know I don't drink much anymore. If you want something though, I'm fine with that."

"Yeah, I think I'll have a drink. I'll fix it. You can go ahead and have a seat."

Catherine grabbed a bottle of vodka and a tumbler before having a seat opposite Sara at the table.