A/N: From what was supposed to be a few scenes to its own freakin' long chapter … I hope you enjoy this one!

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I don't own CSI. This chapter was inspired by episode 214, "The Finger."

Date, Interrupted

"Okay, Warrick, I'm out of here. I'll see you tomorrow."

Warrick raised his eyebrows. "Is your friend coming in from out of town again?"

Sara looked at him in confusion. "No. Why would you think that?"

"Because you're leaving on time," he said.

Sara shrugged. "Maybe I'm just excited to start my day off."

Warrick shook his head. "Oh, no, not you, girl. You never leave on time unless you have plans."

She gave him a smile. "Well, maybe I have plans."

"There's my girl!" Warrick laughed. "What are you up to?"

"Sleep first. But, I'm going out for dinner."

"No way! Where?"

"To this diner that Catherine took me to the other day."

"She's a good one to go to for restaurant picks," Warrick nodded. "I think she's tried out every restaurant in Vegas. I've lived in this town my entire life, and she's always telling me new places to go."

"Yeah, she's a wealth of information."

"So-o," Warrick drawled, "who are you going with?"

"That's terrible."

"What, I'm not allowed to know?"

Sara slammed her locker shut. "Until you can form a sentence using proper English grammar, no."

Warrick stared at her as though she had grown a second head. "What?"

Giving him a wide smile, she brushed past him. "And don't tell anyone where I'm going!" she called as she left.

"Do you know how unsafe it is not to let people know where you are?" Warrick yelled after her.

Laughing, Sara waved as she turned the corner to leave the building.

Warrick was still shaking his head when Grissom walked into the locker room.

"You okay, Warrick?"

"Sara just told me that I don't use proper English grammar."

Grissom frowned. "What did you say to her?"

"'Who are you going with?'"

"With whom are you going?" Grissom corrected.

Warrick rolled his eyes. "I hate her. She's worse than my grandmother – and that woman beats me up about my grammar all the time."

"Where is she going?" Grissom asked.

"Out for dinner. I just wanted to know –"

"Right, with whom," Grissom interrupted. "Very Catherine."

"She's going with Catherine?" Warrick asked with a frown.

"No … well, she might be. But, I meant that Catherine would ask something like that." He slammed his own locker. "Don't make it your business to know everyone else's business, Warrick."

"I thought our job was to know everyone's business!" Warrick called as Grissom left the locker room.

Grissom just shook his head, chuckling to himself as he walked away. He couldn't help feeling relieved by the news that Sara was going out for dinner. She was making friends and finding activities to do outside of work. Apparently, he and Catherine had managed to get through to her.

"Hey," Nick said as he entered the locker room. "Why is Grissom laughing?"

"Oh, he was just in here telling me that I'm being nosy," Warrick replied.

"Why?" Nick smiled.

Warrick sighed. "Sara just told me that she's going out for dinner, but she won't tell me with whom."

Nick gave him a look. "What's with the grammar, Shakespeare?"

"See, this is what I'm screaming," Warrick laughed.

"Where's Sara going for dinner?"

"Some diner that Catherine recommended."

Nick nodded. "If Catherine recommended it, it's gotta be good."

"What about me?" Catherine asked as she entered the room.

"Sara's going out for dinner tonight," Nick said. "She told Warrick that she's going to some diner that you recommended."

"Must be that one I took her to the other day," Catherine nodded. "I'm glad she liked it." She paused. "Who's she going with?"

"Don't know," Nick and Warrick said together.

Catherine's eyes took on a shine. "Good girl," she murmured.

"We could go spy on her," Nick suggested with a laugh.

"Oh, no," Catherine said. "You are not Sara's big brothers, and it is not your job to keep an eye on her. She's a big girl, and she can take care of herself. If she doesn't want to share, that's her business, not yours."

"Grissom just said that you'd go looking for the gossip," Warrick said.

Catherine shook her head. "Not this time. You two have got to stop believing every word that Grissom says!"

"Fine, we'll leave Sara alone," Nick sighed.

"Hey, if you guys could do me a favor …" Warrick began.

"What?" Nick asked.

"Don't tell Sara that I told you what's she's doing. She sorta told me to keep it quiet."

"Ugh!" Catherine exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. "What am I going to do with you two?"

She stalked out of the locker room, leaving Nick and Warrick laughing behind her.

Not for the first time, Sara had a hard time sleeping. Once she could finally justify getting out of bed, she made her way into the bathroom for a shower. She had a feeling that getting ready for her date was going to take quite a bit of time.

After a long, hot, somewhat-calming shower, Sara began to go through her clothes. She had to choose carefully. She smiled, thinking of her college days, when she and Mary would go through both of their wardrobes to put together a first-date outfit. As she picked through the hangers in her closet, she wished she still had Mary's wardrobe to supplement her own. Mary always had more pretty skirts than she did.

Sara finally settled on a red collared shirt that plunged into what was for her wardrobe a fairly deep v-neck and a pair of black pants. She took her time with her hair, flipping the ends up. She was just finishing her lipstick when a knock sounded on her door. She gasped and dropped her lipstick. Shaking her head, she picked up the tube and tossed it into her purse. She rushed across her apartment to open the door.

Hank stood on her doorstep, smiling nervously at her.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," she said with a nervous smile of her own. "Just let me grab my coat, and I'll be ready to go."

"Great," he smiled.

Sara tossed her jacket on and they were off.

"Have you been here before?" Hank asked after they had placed their orders at the diner.

"Once," Sara replied. "Catherine, one of my coworkers, brought me here."

"It's nice," he smiled.

"They have a good vegetarian selection," she said, remembering the hook Catherine had used to win her over.

"Are you a vegetarian?" Hank asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yes."

He nodded. "Good for you. I couldn't do it. I'm too much of a 'meat and potatoes' kind of guy."

She laughed. "That's what everyone thinks until they try it. It's not as hard as you'd think."

"What made you decide to go meatless?'

Sara smiled. "Too many experiments on pigs."

Hank held up his hands and laughed. "Enough said."

Their food arrived, and they continued their conversation as they ate. Sara learned that Hank had lived in Las Vegas his entire life, and that he had two older brothers. He spoke of them in a way that suggested that he had spent a lifetime trying to keep up with them, but hadn't quite succeeded. He, like Sara, had been something of a science geek in high school.

"My family always thought that I'd be a doctor," he smiled. "I think that, to them, saving lives in the field is a little less prestigious than saving lives in a hospital. They're dealing, though."

Sara smiled. "They should be proud of you. Not many people could do what you do."

"I'd say even less could do what you do," Hank grinned as their desserts were placed in front of them. He gave a theatrical shiver. "All those dead bodies …"

"Yeah, well, someone's gotta do it."

He smiled. "I can't believe that I finally got you out of work."

Sara smiled back. "This is nice," she said.

Hank kept talking, but Sara found herself hard-pressed to keep up. She had just noticed Catherine getting out of the driver's seat of a very expensive sports car, in the company of a man she had never seen before. To Sara's surprise, they walked into the diner. Catherine passed Sara without even looking at her.

"Isn't that one of your coworkers?" Hank asked.

"Yeah," Sara said slowly. She shrugged. "Not very social tonight, is she?"

"That's okay," Hank smiled. "Call me selfish, but I'd rather keep you to myself."

Sara smiled, feeling a slight blush color her cheeks. "I'd like that, too."

Seeing her slight embarrassment, Hank smiled and looked down at his pie. He looked up again to see Sara absorbed in her own dessert. "So, I was thinking … do you want to go see a movie when we're done with dessert?"

"Sure," Sara said with a bright smile.

"There's a cinema right around the corner – one of my favorites." He grinned. "When I was in high school, my best friend worked there. I didn't pay to see a movie for years."

Sara laughed. "Does he still work there?"

"No. But, I think I can afford to pay tonight." He paused. "Is there any particular movie you wanted to see?"

Sara thought for a minute, but drew a blank. "Nothing special. Why don't we see what's starting when we get there?"

"Good plan. I can't think of any –"

Hank's sentence was cut off by Catherine. Again, she passed their table, this time on her way out. Without saying a word or even looking at Sara, she put a glass down on the table in front of her. Sara and Hank both looked at it in shock, staring at the contents.

"Is that a finger?" Hank asked in horror.

Sara looked away from the finger surrounded by ice in the glass to meet Hank's eyes. "Would you excuse me for a minute?"

"Sure," he said.

Sara jumped up from the table and followed Catherine out of the diner. By the time she reached the sidewalk, she could see her coworker driving away. She looked back down at the glass that was clutched in her hand.

"What the hell, Catherine?" she muttered.

She walked slowly back inside. Hank was sitting at their table, waiting for her. Hating what she had to do, she slid back into the booth. He took some of the pressure off her with his immediate question.

"You need to go to work, don't you?"

She sighed. "Yeah. I'm so sorry, Hank, but this finger …"

"Yeah, I know," he sighed. "Evidence."

"Evidence of something," she said. "I really, really am sorry."

"It's okay," he said, giving her a falsely bright smile. "There's always next time, right?"

"Right," she said with an enthusiasm she didn't feel.

"Do you want me to take you home or to the lab?"

"To the lab," she said. "I don't want this to melt before I can get it to the morgue."

Hank made a face. "Right." He paused. "Will you be able to get home?"

"Someone will take me," she said.

"All right," he said, throwing down the money to cover their bill. "Let's go."

Sara arrived at the lab to discover a very stressed-out Grissom, Nick and Warrick. They filled her in on what she had missed: a suspect had been brought into police custody with bloody hands and a briefcase full of a million dollars. Grissom and Catherine had processed him until his lawyer had shown up, screaming about violation of rights. The man had been released. Catherine had followed him into the parking lot to return his sunglasses on her own way out. Grissom had seen Catherine drive off with the suspect, leaving her purse, keys, phone, gun, and evidence kit behind. They were completely at a loss at to what had happened. The iced finger that Sara brought in and her less-than-verbal contact with Catherine only served to make them more confused.

"She really did seem okay," Sara said for what felt like the hundredth time.

They were seated in the conference room, trying to piece together the very small amount of evidence they had. Grissom rubbed his hands over his eyes.

"Catherine was supposed to go to Lindsey's school play tonight. If she's been doing the bidding of this kidnapper, she couldn't go."

"Right," Nick said slowly, a lingering question in his voice.

"One of us has to go get Lindsey."

"What?" Sara asked. "Isn't Eddie going to the play?"

"Don't go there," Warrick said. "After the way that he's been filing complaints about her parenting skills, he'd have Linds for sure if Catherine missed her play."

"Right," Grissom said. "So, who wants to volunteer to pick up Lindsey?"

Everyone turned to look at Sara. Her eyes widened.

"Oh, no," she said. "We are not doing this again. I should not be in charge of the kid just because I have a uterus!"

"Oh, come on," Nick cajoled. "You had a great time with that little Collins girl."

"Yes, Nick, because taking care of a child who's been sexually abused by her father and just seen her entire family stabbed to death is so great," Sara said sarcastically.

"Look, Sara, someone needs to get her. Do it for Catherine," Grissom said. He looked at the other two. "Take Warrick along for the ride."

"All right, then," Warrick said. "Let's go, Sara."

Sara made a face, then followed him out of Grissom's office.

"She's a good kid, Sara," Warrick said as they walked out into the parking lot.

"I know," Sara replied. "It's more the attitude that I'm the automatic babysitter just because I'm a woman that bothers me."

Warrick grinned. "Believe me, girl, we are all more than aware of the fact that you can hang in with the guys. You don't need to prove it."

Somewhat mollified, Sara smiled. "Do you know where Lindsey's school is?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Good. Then you can drive."

Warrick smiled. "If we hurry, we'll be able to see the end of the play."

Sara rolled her eyes. "Is that supposed to be some kind of treat?" she asked in disbelief.

Warrick only laughed.

Warrick was right; they made to the school in time to see the end of the play. In spite of her reservations about seeing an elementary school nursery rhyme play, Sara couldn't help but smile at Lindsey's glowing face. She made a lovely girl in the moon.

The play ended to thunderous applause; Sara and Warrick joined in enthusiastically. The students disappeared off the stage as the curtain closed.

"Where did she go?" Sara asked.

"Backstage," Warrick grinned. "Weren't you ever in a play when you were a little girl?"

Sara shook her head. "I was always too shy. Even in kindergarten, my teachers could never get me to say my lines. I was always the girl who made sets."

Warrick grinned. "Well, their teacher will get them cleaned up and dressed in their street clothes. Then, she'll send them out to us."

"Where do we have to go to find her?"

He shrugged. "Let's just follow the parents."

Sara nodded her agreement; they followed the parents into the school cafeteria. Several long tables were laden with snacks and drinks. Parents stood behind them, passing out cookies and punch.

"Would you like a cookie?" a smiling woman asked Sara.

"Oh, no thank you," she smiled.

The woman's smile faltered a bit. "Who is your child? I don't remember seeing you at any of our functions before."

"We're here for our niece," Warrick said, rescuing Sara. "Lindsey Willows."

Sara looked at him in surprise, but quickly recovered. "Wasn't she great as the girl in the moon?"

The cookie woman's smile returned. "Oh, yes, Lindsey is just charming." She looked at Sara again. "Are you related to her mother or father?"

"Mother," Sara said quickly. "I'm her younger sister."

"How lovely. And this is your … husband?"

"Yes," Sara smiled.

Warrick, who was taller and could easily see over Sara's head, suddenly grabbed her hand. "Come on, sugar, I see Lindsey coming now."

"It was nice to meet you," Sara said kindly.

"And you," the cookie woman replied.

Warrick held Sara's hand tightly as he led her across the cafeteria. "Nosy, wasn't she?"

"Sounds like someone else I know," Sara said wryly. She paused to give him a look. "Honestly, Warrick – sugar?"

"Sorry," he laughed. "It was the first term of endearment I could think of."

Sara shook her head.

"Uncle Warrick!"

Warrick grinned and dropped Sara's hand to catch Lindsey in his arms, lifting her off the ground. "Hey, peanut," he smiled, hugging her tightly.

"Did you see me? My whole face was glowing in the dark! I can't believe you're here! Mommy didn't tell me you were coming!"

"Well, we wanted to surprise you," Warrick smiled.

Lindsey looked over Warrick's shoulder to see Sara standing next to him. "Hi, Sara," she said in a little voice.

"Hi, Linds," Sara smiled. She and Lindsey had never spent much quality time together; in that moment, she vowed to rectify that mistake. Much as she had never really liked children, she wondered what it would be like to feel this little girl jump into her arms.

Lindsey continued to look around. "Where's Mommy?"

"Um … Mommy's busy with some stuff at work. She had to leave," Warrick said. "But, she wanted us to take you to the lab. Would you like that?"

"Sure," Lindsey smiled.

"Great. Are you ready?"

"Yup."

Warrick set Lindsey back on the ground and took her hand. "Let's go, then."

Sara smiled down at her, and reached out for her other hand. The last thing they needed to do was to lose Catherine's little girl. Lindsey considered her for a moment, then took her hand.

"Did you bring the big car?"

"We did," Sara affirmed.

"With the lights and the siren?"

"Yeah," Warrick chuckled.

"Can we play it on the way there?"

Warrick laughed. "We'll see."

They took Lindsey out to the car, and made sure that she was securely buckled in. Sara couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about how easily they had managed to take someone else's child out of the school.

"They didn't ask to see our ID or anything," she said to Warrick in disbelief. "We could have walked off with any kid in that building, and no one would have known!"

"School security," he sighed, shaking his head. "They just assume that nothing can go wrong with all those parents there."

"If I were Catherine, I'd have some choice words for them."

"Hey, we're taking her kid for the best of reasons."

"I know," Sara sighed. "But, still …"

Warrick shook his head and climbed into the driver's seat. "Come on. Let's go."

Sara climbed in behind him, and turned to look at Lindsey. "Are you hungry, sweetie?"

"Yeah," Lindsey said.

Thinking back to what Catherine had said during their breakfast, Sara smiled. "How about we stop at McDonald's to get something to eat?"

"Yeah!" Lindsey exclaimed. "Can we? I want a Happy Meal with chicken nuggets!"

Warrick looked at Sara in disbelief. "Miss Vegetarian wants McDonald's?"

"Miss Vegetarian wants Lindsey to have a Happy Meal," Sara grinned. "I'll get a salad."

Warrick nodded. "We'd better get stuff for everyone. There will be hell to pay if the three of us walk into that lab with less than about ten hamburgers."

Sara laughed. "Well, then, driver, take us to McDonald's."

When they arrived back at the lab, Sara took Lindsey into the break room to set out the feast they had brought, while Warrick went to find their coworkers. Lindsey loved the task of organizing the food on the room's longest table.

"We should put all the sandwiches together right here at the end of the table," she said. "Like a buffet line in the hotels."

"That makes sense," Sara smiled. "Where should we put the fries?"

"Over here," Lindsey said, indicating an open space beside the sandwiches.

"That looks great," Sara smiled.

Lindsey grinned. "And we'll put the desserts at the other end."

"Makes sense," Sara said, sliding the boxed apples pies they had brought to the opposite end of the table. "Should we stack them up?"

"Yeah!" Lindsey agreed. "Like a pyramid."

"I think we can handle that."

They had just finished their pyramid when Nick and Greg appeared in the doorway.

"Well, look at that," Greg grinned. "Sara cooked."

Greg's words alerted Lindsey and Sara to their presence in the room. Lindsey's eyes lit up when she saw them.

"Uncle Nick! Greg!"

Laughing, Nick and Greg each took a turn to hug Lindsey. Nick looked at Sara over Lindsey's shoulder.

"You did good, Sara."

Sara shrugged. "All in a day's work, right?"

"Come and see the buffet," Lindsey said, taking Nick's hand to lead him across the room. "Sara and I set it up. We even made a pyramid of the desserts!"

"Apple pie," Greg said cheerfully. "I love those."

"You can have the top one," Lindsey directed.

Grinning, Greg took the pie at the top of the pyramid. "Thanks, girls."

"Here, Linds, why don't you grab your Happy Meal, and you can sit down and eat with Greg and Nick," Sara said.

"You'll eat with us, too, won't you, Sara?"

Sara smiled. "Of course."

The four of them had just settled themselves at a table when Grissom walked in. He watched them silently for a moment. For someone who claimed she wasn't good with children, Sara seemed to be doing a very good job with Lindsey. He watched as Sara put together the toy that came with Lindsey's meal, playing with it to make the little girl laugh. Smiling at the scene, he cleared his throat.

Lindsey looked at the sound. Pure delight crossed her face at the sight of him.

"Uncle Gil!" she exclaimed, launching herself out of her chair.

Sara stared in amazement as Grissom caught her in his arms, holding her tightly for a moment.

"Hi, sweetheart," he smiled, releasing her. "I hear you did a great job in your play tonight."

Lindsey grinned. "My whole face was glowing, Uncle Gil. You should have seen it!"

He smiled. "I wish I could have. Maybe we can make it glow another time so that I can see."

"We will," she promised. "Can we go see your butterflies?"

"In a little bit," he said. "First, let's have dinner. I heard that Sara and Warrick took you to McDonald's."

"Yeah," she grinned. "I got a Happy Meal, and Sara helped me put my toy together. Do you want to see it?"

"I'd love to see it."

Lindsey grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the table where Sara, Nick and Greg were still eating. Sara couldn't believe how much she enjoyed watching Grissom play with Catherine's little girl. She had nearly forgotten the comment that he had made during her first few days of work: that Lindsey was like a niece to him. Sara smiled as she watched them together, thinking that this man would make a wonderful father.

After their fast food dinner, everyone had to get back to work. While Nick went to process the apartment secretly owned by their suspect, and Sara, Grissom and Warrick took off to follow a lead on Catherine's whereabouts, Lindsey was sent to the lab to help Greg. Grissom felt a bit apprehensive about letting a child play in their DNA lab, but Greg assured him that he had it under control.

"I'll just let her look at things under the microscope," he said. "She'll love it, and she'll feel like she's helping. I'll make her wear gloves and goggles, and we'll put her hair in a ponytail." He smiled. "Don't worry, Grissom. I've got it under control."

Grissom nodded and left Lindsey in Greg's apparently-capable hands.

Catherine wasn't back in the lab until the next morning. It took the entire day to piece together what had happened. The suspect who had taken Catherine had killed his mistress. In an effort to cover up his crime, he asked his lawyer to help in faking her kidnapping. Catherine just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time; any law enforcement officer would have done to make the kidnapping look real.

"Are you all right?" Grissom asked her as they prepared to go home. Nick, Greg and Warrick were already gone, and Sara was floating around the lab, presumably getting ready to leave.

Catherine nodded. "It's been a strange twenty-four hours," she acknowledged. "I'm really excited to just go home."

"Take a couple days off," Grissom said. "Spend some time with Lindsey."

Catherine smiled. "All I've heard about is how much fun she had here."

"Hey, guys," Sara said as she walked into the locker room.

"Hey, Sara, you have a new fan," Catherine grinned.

Sara looked at her in confusion. "What?"

"Lindsey just loves you," she smiled. "She couldn't stop talking about the buffet you two created."

"Oh," Sara smiled. "She's a sweet kid, Catherine."

"Yeah, I think so." Catherine slammed her locker shut. "All right, guys, I'm out of here. Gil, I'm taking those two days. I'll see you Thursday."

"Enjoy, Cath," he smiled.

"Bye, Catherine."

Catherine left the locker room, and Sara looked at Grissom nervously.

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course," he replied.

"Could you drive me home? I don't have my car here."

If Grissom was surprised by her request, he didn't show it. "I'd love to."

"So, did you enjoy your time with Lindsey?" Grissom asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.

Sara smiled a bit sheepishly. "I'm sorry I was so mean about going to get her. Like I told Warrick, it's just …"

"Just what?"

She sighed. "It's not important. I guess I just haven't had much experience with kids."

"You were really great with her," Grissom replied.

"So were you," Sara said. "I can't believe how much she adores you!"

Grissom smiled slyly. "People do like me, you know. Even children."

"That's not what I meant," Sara smiled.

"I know," Grissom said, dropping his teasing manner. "Lindsey is … special to all of us. She's had a rough life, with her parents' divorce, and I just … I sort of want to make it better for her. I know what it's like to grow up without a parent."

Sara raised her eyebrows, rather hoping he would continue. When he didn't, she elected to drop the subject. She didn't want to be quizzed about her past; she decided to pay him the same respect.

"You did a good job on the case," he said, changing the topic of conversation.

"Thanks," she said. "It was really Nick who cracked it for us."

"Don't sell yourself short, Sara," he said seriously. "You're a great CSI."

She flushed. "Thanks."

They arrived at Sara's apartment building. Grissom pulled into an empty space and turned off the car. Sara looked at him questioningly.

"I'll walk you to the door," he said in answer to the silent question in her eyes.

"You don't have to do that," she said automatically.

"Humor me," he said with a smile.

Sara nodded and climbed out of the car. Grissom fell into step beside her as they walked up the stairs to the third story. Sara pulled out her keys and unlocked her door.

"Would you like to come in?" she asked out of polite habit.

"No, thank you," he smiled. "Good night, Sara. I'll see you at work tomorrow."

"Good night," she replied.

With one last smile, he disappeared into the darkness.

Sara walked slowly into her apartment and closed and locked the door. Sighing, she crossed to look down at her answering machine. The red 0 taunted her once again. Sighing again, she picked up the phone and dialed Mary's number. She picked up on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"I screwed up," Sara said.

"Sara?" Mary asked. "What on earth are you talking about?"

"I really messed up my date," Sara said.

"Oh, sweetie," Mary sighed. "What happened?"

The entire story spilled out in several long sentences. Sara told her about the diner and how well things were going until Catherine appeared, dropping a severed finger onto their table.

"So, I had to leave," Sara concluded. "I had to get to work to take care of this finger."

"What did he say?"

"He was very understanding. He drove me to the lab, but, Mary, how much can – Hang on, I've got another call."

"All right."

Sara pressed the flash button. "Hello?"

"Sara?"

"Yes?"

"Hi, it's Hank."

Sara nearly dropped the phone. "Hi," she said in surprise. "How are you?"

"Fine," he said. "Are you all right?"

"Of course," she replied.

"Everything worked out with your finger?"

Sara forced a laugh. "Yeah, we got everything straightened out. We found the rest of the body and put all the evidence together."

"Good," Hank said. "So, things are slowing down, then?"

"For now," Sara said. "Until the next crime, at least."

"Right," Hank laughed. He paused. "So … I believe you owe me a movie."

"I'm sorry?" Sara asked, hardly daring to hope that she had not misunderstood him.

"Well, until Catherine gave you that finger, we had agreed to see a movie. Now that the finger has been reunited with its body, I think we should finish our evening."

"Right now?" Sara asked, wondering how much longer she could exist on no sleep.

"No, it doesn't have to be now," Hank said with a chuckle. "Do you work tomorrow night?"

"Yeah."

"Me, too. Do you want to go tomorrow afternoon? We could catch a matinee."

"That would be great," Sara said, a true grin breaking out across her face.

"Great," Hank said. "How about I pick you up at two, and we'll go from there."

"That sounds great," Sara said.

"Excellent. I'll see you at two tomorrow."

"See you then."

"Bye, Sara."

"Bye."

Sara clicked the button to hang up, and was shocked when the phone immediately rang in her hand. She pressed the talk button again.

"Hello?"

"Did you forget about me?"

"Oh, God, Mary, I'm sorry."

Mary laughed. "It's all right. Who was it?"

Sara grinned. "Hank."

"Ha," Mary said. "You didn't scare him off."

"I guess not. We're going to the movies tomorrow."

Mary squealed. "Should I put his name on your invitation to my wedding?"

"Not yet," Sara grinned. "Not yet."