Disclaimer: See chapter one
The next morning, Catherine got up when she heard someone bustling around the kitchen. "Baby, is that you?"
"If the baby you're referring to is Sara, then no. It's not her. She left half an hour ago. She made sure I was up before she headed out. She said she had an appointment this morning. She didn't carry her bag with her that she normally takes for work though. Did she have a doctor's appointment?"
"Shit!" Catherine said as she rolled off of the couch. "Yes, we do. Why didn't she wake me up? I haven't missed a single appointment."
"I don't know, Mom. I can't read her mind. But I'd say that by the look on her face and the fact that you slept on the couch, you two had a fight and she didn't feel like being trapped in a car with you."
"She's pissed about something and I don't know what. All she has to do is talk to me. We always talk."
Lindsey poured a cup of coffee for her mom and handed it to her as she sat on a stool at the bar. Her eyes went wide as she looked at her mom. "Uh, Mom?"
"What Lindsey?"
"Have you and Sara started acting like a pair of teenagers again?"
"I'm too tired for your games this morning. What are you talking about?"
"Go look at your neck. You have a hickey—right side of your neck."
Catherine's hand went to her neck immediately and she blushed. "Fuck!" she exclaimed as she got up from the bar and went upstairs to shower and get ready for work.
An hour later, she pulled up at CSI headquarters and headed inside. So, Sara saw the mark on my neck. What does she think happened?
"Hey, Catherine. Is this Sara's jacket? She came back in last night looking for it. She went to the 'coat room' but came out empty handed. Must've been on the bottom of the pile," Nick said to Catherine.
Catherine went white at Nick's revelation that Sara had been to the coat room the previous night."Yeah, that's her coat," Catherine said. Oh. My. Fucking. God.