Catherine lay in bed, a slender arm draped over her eyes. She had been tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable position, and the moment she had she realized she still couldn't sleep. The gears in her mind were still spinning away furiously.

Why do I even care? She wondered to herself when she found herself thinking about Grissom and Sara. It's not like I didn't see this coming. And it's not like I have a right to get territorial. If I wanted to get involved with Gil I should have done something myself.

But there was another voice in her head fighting the first one. Pleeeease. Of course you want him. You've only been friends for the longest time. That feeling in your gut you have right now that's telling you to go to Sara and rip her face off? It's because you want Gil but you're too much of a coward to do anything.

Oh no, Catherine argued silently to herself. I'm not a coward. I would definitely rip Sara's face off.

And you can't even tell your best friend of twenty years that you love him. Even admitting that you like him more than just a friend would be something.

Not liking where the little voices in her mind were leading her, Catherine sat up and switched on the TV in her room and the news until her eyes finally drooped shut and she fell asleep.

"You look terrible."

Catherine looked across the kitchen counter at Lindsey, who was eating a bowl of cereal.

"Thanks." Catherine replied sarcastically, looking through her purse for her car keys. "You going to eat something else for dinner? I'll order you a pizza if you like."

"No, I'm good." Lindsey protested. "I wanna lose three pounds anyway."

"Lindsey!" Catherine exclaimed. "Going anorexic is not the way to lose weight! Besides, you look fine."

Lindsey rolled her eyes. "I'm not anorexic, Mom. Look. I'm eating cereal."

Catherine finally found her keys at the bottom of her purse and walked around the counter to kiss her daughter on the forehead. "Whatever. But tomorrow night I'm making a pot roast for dinner and you'll eat it."

Lindsey smirked as her mother left the house and drove off.