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Chapter Seventeen
One Week Later

"You ready to go, Sara?" Catherine called down the hall. "Your appointment is in an hour."

"Can you, oof, help me?" Sara's voice came from the guest room. "My sweatshirt is stuck."

"What?" Catherine shook her head and walked into Sara's room. "What did you do?" She couldn't help but laugh at the sight before her. Sara had a CSI hoodie pulled over her head with one arm in its' sleeve and the hood up and twisted, covering half of her face, hair skewed.

"I can't get my arm through the sleeve." Sara huffed, spitting hair out of her mouth. "Stupid cast."

"Okay, here. I'll hold the sweatshirt and you slide your arm through."

"Thanks." Sara slid her arm through the pulled the hood down, brushing her hair out of her face.

"Didn't I just put your sweatshirt in the wash this morning?" Catherine asked.

"It's Nick's. I borrowed it last month when it started down pouring on us at a scene."

"And you haven't given it back, why?"

"I keep forgetting?" Sara suggested with a smirk.

"Liar." Catherine stated.

"What? I like it."

"Uh huh. Have you talked to him yet?"

"No... I don't know what to say." Sara replied. "Besides, we're never really alone."

"Go out somewhere. See if he wants to get dinner before shift tonight."

"I don't know…"

"Sara!" Catherine exclaimed. "Where's your phone?" She dove onto the bed and grabbed Sara's cell phone off of the bedside table.

"Catherine!"

"Stokes…Stokes…Stokes…" Catherine scrolled through the phone book. "Oh, it's ringing."

"Catherine!" Sara tried again.

"Stokes."

"Nicky! It's Catherine."

"Catherine? Why are you calling from Sara's phone?"

"Not important. Are you on tonight?"

"No, I'm off actually."

"Oh, really?"

Frowning, Sara simply sat on Catherine's back and whacked her on the back of the head.

"Oof! Sara, what have you been eating?" Catherine groaned.

"What is going on over there?"

"Sorry, Nick. Sara just sat on me."

"What? She sat on you?"

"Yeah, here, talk to her." Catherine handed the phone to Sara, who simple shook her head. "Sara, take the phone."

"No."

"Sara Ann Sidle. Take the phone right now."

"No."

"Sara!" Catherine was getting frustrated now.

Nick was just listening to the two girls bicker. "Catherine?"

"Oh, sorry, Nick. Sara's being a baby."

"Am not." She replied, crossing her arms across her chest. Well, as best she could with her cast.

"Was there a purpose for calling me?"

"Yeah, Sara wanted to ask you something but now she's refuses."

"Right. Can I talk to her?"

"Sara, Nick wants to talk to you." Catherine said in a sing-song voice.

"I hate you." Sara groaned, taking the phone from her. "Hey, Nick."

"What's going on?"

"Uh, nothing."

"Right… What did you want to ask me?"

Sara looked down at Catherine, who was watching intently. "Do you wanna getdinnertonight?"

"What?"

"Do you wanna get dinner tonight?" Sara spoke slower this time.

"Oh, sure. I'll pick you up at seven."

"Okay."

"I'll see you then."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Sara hung up the phone and turned to Catherine. "I hate you." She climbed off the bed and frowned at the closet. "I don't have anything to wear."

"C'mon, let's get to your appointment. We'll find something afterwards." Catherine got off the bed. "Jeez, I think you broke my back."

"Don't exaggerate." Sara smirked and walked out of the room. "You deserved it."