Chapter Two:

A/N: I am aware of the difference between bisexual and lesbian. I will explain later on why I used one term over the other. And thank you to HoneyLynx86 for pointing out my sudden inconsistency at the end of the chapter there; I think I have it all fixed now!

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"Catherine Willows, this is Emma Delgado." Sara looked happier than I had ever seen her before, which made me happy as well. I smiled brightly at the woman in front of me, who was indeed very attractive.

"It's very nice to meet you, finally." I told Emma. "I feel like I already know you." Sara blushed at this, but Emma's smile just grew wider.

"I feel the same way. Sara's said so much about you." Emma informed me, and this, for some reason, made me happier than I had been before. "And all wonderful things. So you two both work at the crime lab? That must be such an interesting job!"

"It is." I nodded, and Emma and I continued in courteous, friendly conversation from which Sara was disengaged. She simply sat there, I observed, with a look of pure happiness on her face. After we'd talked about our work, and Emma's work, the weather, and any other general topics we could think of, the conversation ceased. I wasn't sure what to say. Normally I would have inquired as to the nature of their relationship, but I didn't want to cause awkwardness, or an argument over where they stood in their relationship, so I decided to veer away from that topic.

"So Sara tells me you used to be a dancer?" Emma decided to take a trip down memory lane.

"Yeah." I nodded, forcing a smile this time. What else had Sara told her about my past? It wasn't something I went around bragging about… I had told her things that I didn't want anyone else to know. How much had she told Emma?

"That must have been an exhilarating career. One I was interested in myself when I was younger."

"Yeah, it had its ups and downs." I sighed, trying not to radiate the confusion and bit of anger I felt. How much of her own life had Sara told her about? It took her years to open up to me… yet she opened up to Emma in such little time. I knew what I was feeling, an emotion that was practically alien to me, and most likely the one I hated most. Jealousy. I was jealous that Sara had Emma, that I wasn't enough. I was jealous that she had found someone else, someone else that she spent more time with than me. Someone else that she felt more comfortable with than me. Someone else that she loved more than me, even though our love was strictly platonic. We were friends, because I didn't like girls, right? I never had before. But if I didn't love Sara in more than a platonic way… why was I so jealous?

"Cath?" Sara called.

"Sorry!" I smiled, well tried to smile. "I was lost in thought."

"That's okay." Sara told me with a smile. A smile that made me forget about all my previous worries for a minute. Why was it that she could make me forgive her of anything with one second of attention on only me? No one had this effect on me ever. I was dominant in every relationship; I was the one who kept other people waiting, who other people forgave. Never the other way around. I didn't like this, not one bit.

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We were almost completely silent through dinner. Sara, knowing me the way she did, could sense something was wrong and Emma miraculously decided to remain silent. There was, naturally, the occasional "Great dinner Sara" or a joke about how we didn't think she'd actually cook, or that she'd order takeout. The awkwardness wasn't completely suffocating, or even overly obvious, but it was there nonetheless. It was then that Emma excused herself to go to the washroom. I was expecting Sara to ask what was wrong, like she usually did when she knew something was wrong with me, but not for the first time that night, I was wrong.

"Emma is so great, isn't she?" Sara sighed contently. "Do you like her?"
"Yeah, she's great." I lied through my fake smile. Sara just sighed again, staring off to the direction of her bathroom where Emma had disappeared.

"I'm so glad you like her. I was worried you wouldn't." Sara admitted. "I'm thinking about telling the rest of the team soon."

"That's great!" Another lie. It wasn't great. Just one more thing that used to be special between Sara and I that no longer was. Things were changing, changing fast. But I couldn't be jealous. That wasn't right. It was then that Emma returned to the table. And the dinner was over soon after that. They invited me to watch a DVD with them, but I declined. I said I was tired, and Lindsay was waiting for me to help her with schoolwork at home. They were so wrapped up in each other, they didn't realize it was Friday, so the homework excuse was invalid, and I was nearly jumping to get out of my seat I was so filled with energy. Energy, jealousy, desperation. Filled with emotion, that was for sure. They were too lost in each other's eyes to notice me at all. So why would I want to stay? I wasn't one to be left out; I wasn't one to be ignored. That's probably why I ended up in a bar forty-five minutes later. Each shot I downed was accompanied, probably out loud, by my muttering a reason of why Emma was not right for Sara. And when I got drunk enough, probably reasons why I was. But when I sobered up, Sara was probably still with Emma, physically, and was still with her emotionally, most definitely. I needed to talk to someone about this, but I couldn't. Well, I technically could, but I shouldn't, because I'd have to explain to them about Sara being not straight, and I'd either have to say it was Sara, or explain her personality, and they'd know it was Sara… but did it really matter? Obviously she had told Emma things about me that I didn't want her to know, that I had told Sara in confidence, so maybe her definition of confidence, her perception of a secret was different than mine. Maybe.

Odd ending? Yeah, well I thought so. Thank you to everyone who has been reviewing, I don't think I have any odd inconsistencies here, but if I do please tell me! Thanks for reading, and reviews please?

Dayna