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Chapter 21

Back at the lab, I walk straight to the locker room and brush my teeth. My pager beeps, it's Catherine telling me she's in the observation room. I so don't want to see her now, she only needs one look from me to know what's going on. Maybe she knew all along, how could she do this to me!

I walk over to the observation room, before I walk in I try to compose myself, maybe she won't notice anything. Oh, I really do hope so. "Hey" I try to sound casual, but I can't meet her eyes. She will see right through me.

"Hey" She looks at me expecting more than just hey, I just walk over to the table and sit next to her, I open the file and start to read. Catherine is still watching me intently. "So, how did it go with Elaine Alcott?"

I still don't look directly at her, I keep my gaze on the file "She didn't have anything to add to the investigation." I sound very unconvincingly. Yup Catherine also doesn't buy my lame explanation. I'm screwed!

Catherine frowns at me, waiting for more information, wanting to know what's wrong with me. She opens her mouth but before she can say anything Brass walks in. I could really kiss him for his timing. "Hey, how's it going? Here are the phone records from the driver of the vehicle that you asked for. You know, there may be something to that kamikaze grandma theory of yours. Last week, Diane Lambert closed out her bank accounts, paid off her credit cards, and updated her will." He updates us.

I go through the phone records Brass handed me and notice there's only one Vegas number on it, when I tell the others, Catherine tells me to dial it.

The woman on the other end tells me she is an employee from Sillmont Healthcare, this can't be a coincidence. Then she tells me the address 16 South Meadows Lane, this can't be a coincidence either. The Checkerbox is at 16 North Meadows…

"If Sillmont Healthcare was the intended target, how did she end up at the Checkerbox?"

"Well, I'll tell you what happened to me. Last week, I was driving to a crime scene in the car and the GPS said go right. Had I done so, I'd be coughing up fish from the bottom of Lake Mead." Brass tells me.

"Well, GPS is hardly perfect. Maybe north was a directional default." Catherine says.

"Or maybe she put in the wrong address." Brass adds.

Okay I get the picture, but why Sillmont Healthcare… "Either way ... it does leave one question: Why was Diane Lambert so angry?"

Well now we know why Diane was so angry. Catherine and I visited the insurance company, it seems Mrs. Lambert had colon cancer and the insurance company came up with a great excuse so they wouldn't have to pay a dime. Wasting valuable time for Mrs. Lambert, which made her mad.

Back at the lab, I thought about something, did she know how to work the GPS unit, I printed it and found the prints of her grandson. I searched Catherine and found her when she came out of the locker room, ready to go home. I told her what I found and we interviewed the grandson. Poor boy didn't know what his grandma was up to. Now he knows she killed herself for him and I feel sorry for him.

We walk out of the interrogation room and the last person I want to see right now walks up to me. Catherine looks at me "I'll meet you at the car." Then she gives Hank one of her death glares.

"I called the lab. They said you were here." He swallows hard. "I heard you met Elaine."

I roll my eyes "Yeah, she's really something." He looks scared, now I know why he's here, he wants to know if I told her something. "I didn't tell her about us, if that's what you're wondering."

"I'm really sorry, Sara."

He's sorry, he's got to be kidding me. I really want to hit him, but I don't want to be the same scumbag as he is, I nod "Yeah, me too."

"I don't know what else to say."

"I'll see you around." Like I care what else he's got to say. I walk out of the police department towards Catherine.

I open the door of the car and get inside, Catherine is watching me. She is unsure of what to say "You got plans?"

"Nope."

"You want to get a beer." I look at her, she smiles at me with a knowing look on her face. She knows what it feels like to have someone cheat on you. I can't help but smile back.

"Drive."

Catherine drives us to a bar I haven't been before, but I know it's one she used to dance at. I raise one of my eyebrows at her, but she just shrugs and walks to the door. It's obvious they know her at this place, because everyone is extra friendly towards her, they walk us to a booth in the back. It's darkened and secluded. We sit down and immediately a topless waitress puts two bottles of beer in front of us, then she winks at Catherine and walks away.

I take a big swig of my bottle and look at Catherine, she's watching something she definitely finds interesting, so I follow her gaze and see what she's seeing. She's watching the stripper on the stage, it's a long-legged brunette, with big breasts I can't make out if they are real or fake from this distance. Either way they are beautiful. She's grinding the pole in a very seductive manner, she's not new at this I can tell. I assume Catherine doesn't know I'm gay but she definitely knows how to cheer up my mood. I don't know how long I have been watching her, but when I look back at Catherine she's watching something else intently… me.

I'm so glad we are sitting in a darkened booth, because I'm blushing fiercely. Catherine smiles at me, no… smirks at me. "You don't have to be embarrassed, she's very good." Coming from her, this must mean she really is. "Aren't you going to ask why I drove here?"

"Why did you bring me here?" I smile at her.

"Ah, interesting question." She mocks me teasingly. "Well, when I feel down I always come here. It's the only place that makes me feel better. Except for Lindsey of course but when she's at school and I need to improve my mood, this is my place."

"So, you like to watch women." Now it's my turn to smirk.

"As a matter of fact I do, you got a problem with that?" before I can answer she adds "That would be kinda hypocritical because a couple of minutes ago you were drooling all over that girl."

The color in my cheeks returns full force and I don't have a comeback. Catherine takes a heavy swig of her bottle and her composure changes, it becomes more serious and I know what she's going to ask. "So, you want to tell me how you feel?"

"I was wondering when you would ask. But first of all, no interrupting okay?" I say gently, Catherine just nods. "Well, Hank is NOT my boyfriend, he is never been and never will be. I dated him a couple of times, very fun indeed but nothing romantic. I told you before he wasn't my boyfriend but you wouldn't believe me. Yesterday when I found out he was hurt and could have died in the accident, I wanted to change our relationship, realizing just how short life is. You told me once to go with the flow and that's what I was about to do." I drink my beer and go on "But he was acting rather weird, he had told me he was in love with me and now that I was showing him that I wanted to give it a try, he held back. It wasn't until I saw a picture of him and Elaine in Hawaii that I realized he was trying to cheat on his girlfriend with me. I was hurt, angry even, because I trusted him. I assume you think I have a trusting problem, well I do and when someone I truly trust deceits me, it hurts in a way I'm not willing to describe."

I don't add anything else, Catherine waits patiently expecting me to share more, but when she sees I'm done talking she reacts "Son of a bitch! I always knew he was a jerk, I have wanted to tell you all along, but I was scared you would be angry with me because I was imposing your personal life or something. Now I realize just how lame my excuse was, I should have warned you… I'm so sorry Sara."

She uses the exact same words as that jerk did earlier, but she seems to be truthfully sincere. He didn't, he probably hoped we could stay friends or something. Or maybe he thought that when he offered an apology I certainly wouldn't go back to Elaine to tell her everything. I give Catherine a small smile "Don't be. You're right you know, I would have been angry with you most likely ."

We talk some more, she tells me about how she felt when she discovered Eddy was cheating on her and other things and we drink some more. I'm having a great time, which is good considering the tough shift we had. We were so busy talking and joking that I hadn't noticed that the bar was empty except for us.

"I think we should find another place, I believe they are going to close." I say, this is probably the only place that closes in Vegas.

"Yeah, it is. It always closes for 2 hours, gives the owner time to clean the place. But you don't have to worry I can always stay and as long as I'm here, the music plays…" she winks at me.

A thought pops into my head, good thing I'm drunk because I would never have had the courage to actually share this thought with Catherine. "So correct me if I'm wrong… this bar stays open just for us and the music keeps playing…" I bite my lip. "You think you could show me why everyone says you're one of the best dancers in town?"

Good thing she's drunk too, her eyes widen for a concise moment then she smirks "Miss Sidle are you asking me to dance for you?" she asks in a very seductive voice, leaning on the table showing me quite some amount of cleavage.

My breathing increases and a warm sensation works its way through my body. I lick my lips and in a husky voice I reply "Yes."

She stands up and walks ever so slowly towards me, she puts her hands on my hips and leans closer to me "On stage or lap dance?" I think I stopped breathing.

"On stage." I breathe out, I like the idea of her giving me a lap dance but I would probably die.

She takes my hand and pulls me out of the booth, she walks towards the stage and stops in front of one of the chairs there. She motions for me to sit down, I obey her immediately. Then she continuous to walk towards the stage swaying her hips more than usual. She crawls up on the stage and walks to the front never taking her eyes off of me. Very sensually she walks towards the pole and begins a dance just for me. She makes love to it, while taking her clothes off, still keeping eye contact with me. It's like she's making love to me, I'm breathing heavily now and I'm licking my lips imagining I am kissing her, that she's dancing like that with me, making love with me.

She likes what she's doing to me, I can tell by the big fat grin and smirk on her face. She crawls off the stage and comes straight towards me, only wearing her matching thong and bra. She's so beautiful. She straddles me and starts to grind against me, her moves matching the music. I want to touch her so badly, I want to show her what she's doing to me, but I can't I'm mesmerized by her beauty and sexiness. She puts her arms on my shoulders and brings her face closer to mine "Because you like it so much, you get a lap dance for free." She whispers in my ear, before licking my earlobe, a low moan escapes my throat. "Take me home, Sara."

I hope you liked it. But I guess...you'll start hating me again. You want to know why? Be patient ;-)