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A/N: After ages...another update!!!! Thanks for the reviews, I hope you like this chapter as well.

Chapter 19

I'm awake, Catherine is still nestled against me, she looks very peaceful. That's very comforting seeing the state she was in last night. I'm watching her since I woke up over an hour ago, she is so beautiful, I could watch her forever. But my throat is dry and aches telling me I need to drink something.

I pull my arm very carefully from under her, placing her head softly on her pillow, she groans faintly but doesn't wake up, I can't resist the urge to kiss her so I place a gentle kiss on top of her head before I try to get out. Just now I realize that I'm not able to move because another body is half lying on top of me. I look down and see Lindsey's sleeping form. I don't know how long she has been lying there, I smile she looks so much like her mother even when she sleeps. I move her a bit, careful not to wake her and she lets out the exact same faint groan as her mother. I would love to wake up every morning with my two favorite girls like this.

I sigh and get up, I walk towards the kitchen and start a fresh pot of coffee. When it's ready, I fill a cup and sit down at the kitchen table. I hear someone upstairs walking around and coming downstairs. It's Catherine, I smile at her and make her a cup of coffee. She takes in the aroma and smiles.

"How are you feeling?"

"Much better, thanks to a certain someone." I blush and look down.

"You're welcome." I mumble, still a bit uncomfortable by her previous statement. I'm not used to get a lot of compliments, getting one from the woman I love makes me very self-conscious.

We just sit there, staring at each other in a comfortable silence. I remember the I love you she gave me before she fell asleep, I'm sure she just meant it in a friendly manner but I'm too afraid to ask anything about it, instead I told her I had to go home and that she could call me whenever she needed anything.

It's Thursday and raining badly. I walk in the break room and Nick is already there, but Catherine and Grissom aren't. I grab a cup of coffee and ask him about there whereabouts, he didn't know either. I lounge in one of the couches, coffee in one hand and a magazine in the other. I look at the magazine and notice I already read it twice. No use to read it a third time instead I observe the room, not that there was anything new to observe. If I closed my eyes I would be able to draw the entire room including every single detail.

Grissom walks in and tells me I'm working a case with him and Catherine. Apparently there's been an accident, a car drove straight into a bar. I'm glad I'm working with Catherine, it's been a while since we worked together and ever since the Eddy Willows case I have the urge to show her I am a capable CSI. She told me more than once that it wasn't my fault I couldn't solve his case, however I can't help but blame myself.

When we arrive at the Checkerbox bar it's a very big chaos, everywhere there are EMT's giving orders and trying to save as many people as possible, there is scattered glass and pieces of broken tables and chairs everywhere. There's a large amount of blood visible which tells me probably more than one person died.

Brass tells us what happened and suddenly I hear a very familiar voice behind me giving orders. Hank. I walk over to him and notice that his wrist is broken. I'm confused for a moment, then I realize he was in the bar when the accident took place. I talk to him briefly, before he brushes past me to attend to the driver. I take in the scenery in front of me, people rush from one place to the other, all acting pretty nervous. It's still raining outside, I stand there for a couple of minutes trying to make out what could have happened. Catherine started to take pictures and Grissom is on the phone.

Hank is sitting on a gurney, Larry is taping his wrist up I walk over to them and ask if I can continue. Larry stands up and I tape Hank's wrist. Hank is acting rather strange, he is holding back, it seems like he's in shock. It dawns upon me that he could have died and that's probably what makes him act like this. I can't make the same mistake then I did when Catherine needed someone, so I try to reassure him right now and tell him that he can call me whenever he feels like it. Then he leaves, it's all very awkward and I get the feeling something else is wrong, something he's not telling me. No time to dwell upon that now, there's a scene that needs to be processed. I walk towards Grissom, he tells me I work with Catherine and that Warrick is coming too, he has gas (residential gas as he adds later) and needs to go. I interview the restaurant manager discovering a little something more about what happened.

Catherine is processing the car and I decide to help her. "I'm sorry. I got wrapped up in…"

"Hank." She completes my sentence, but I note the undertone in her voice. She still thinks he's my boyfriend!! This is frustrating but I don't have the energy nor the time to discuss this with her now.

I sigh "Yeah."I look at the inside of the car and notice something odd "An old jaguar with a GPS unit. That's strange."

Catherine agrees with me "Yeah, not your granny's Oldsmobile."

The driver is transferred to hospital, so I decide to go over there and check on her condition, maybe she's able to tell us more about what happened. I'm driving and I can't stop thinking about Hank and life. You never know when it is going to be over, it can happen just like that. What must it have been like to lose him, I care deeply about him, he's one of my best friends. I'm not ready to lose him. I have a strange feeling that I can't place nor describe. It makes me feel sad and lonely. I know I have other friends and Catherine, but that's not the same. He is special to me because he's not someone from work, he's smart, funny and nice. He's mine in a way: he's always there for me and I like to hang out with him.

I have been neglecting my friendship with him this last couple of weeks, I suddenly feel ashamed of myself. How could I have been neglecting this… Even though Catherine and I are friends now, she will never be truly mine. Hank is and I know for a fact that he's in love with me and waits for me to make a move. He knows I don't feel the same about him, but that didn't make him stop waiting, nor hoping. Maybe I'm in love with him too, maybe I'm just too afraid because this is new to me and I've always hated new things, they scare me. Maybe I should stop analyzing things and just go with the flow, like Catherine told me…

Yeah, I know it's a short chapter...next one will be longer. So let me know what you think!!! Should Sara go for Hank??? Thanks for reading!