Basically a bunch of Cath/Sara drabbles, probably just one story a chapter, but that could change. :) Enjoy.

Disclaimer: So yeah, I still don't own it :|

A/N: I'm sorry it's been so long since I last updated! Stupid RL! This story is kinda fluffy and romantic and dramatic and ends nicely. Like all my fics do ;D

Enjoy :D

You don't have to be alone

Catherine's POV

Sara and I had been working this case for the last three days, and we finally solved it today. I'm glad we did, not just because we put another sick bastard away, but because it was killing Sara. We were working well, and getting along just fine until the second day. That was when the eldest daughter confessed to killing her father because she had enough of him abusing her and her younger sister. It turned out that it wasn't the eldest daughter, it was the mother. She killed her husband because she had gotten her daughter pregnant. The sick thing is, she killed him because she was jealous of her daughter! As a CSI, this didn't shock me too much, but as a mother, I was disgusted. Sara on the other hand, flew completely off the handle and stormed out of the interrogation room, smashing her hand into the wall on the way out. I turned to Brass who nodded at me to go after her. I sped out, running in the direction Sara went. I made my way to the locker room, expecting her to be there. She wasn't. I saw Nick though, and was about to ask him if he'd seen Sara until he told me she had gone to the roof. "The roof?" I asked, not sure if I had heard him correctly.

"Yeah," he replied, "She looked in a bad way Cath, what happened?" I was already on my way to the roof, and threw a casual reply over my shoulder,

"Case stuff." I heard him sigh, obviously worried about Sara and not impressed by my lying. I hated lying to people, but it was better than telling him I didn't know and having him more worried. I opened the door to the roof, and saw Sara sat by the small wall, smoking and crying. "Sara," I called out to her, I didn't want to scare her. She looked up at me, the look in her eyes made my heart clench. I care about Sara. A lot. In fact, I probably love her. She doesn't know, or at least, I hope she doesn't know. I started to walk toward her, silencing my inner monologue. I sat beside her, taking her bloody hand in mine and wincing. It looked painful, "Wanna talk about it?" She sighed, her thumb started to stroke my hand.

"Not really." I nodded, that stung. She must have noticed. "Not like that. I... I don't want to be alone,"

"Sara, I'm not going anywhere! I promise," I interjected, she laughed bitterly,

"If I tell you, Cath, you'll leave me like they all did! And I need you." I shook my head,

"I'm not like the rest." I said quietly. She looked into my eyes,

"I know," She reassured me, "I know." She sighed, "Do you really want to hear this?" I nodded, smiling because she was still holding my hand. "Okay, no interruptions though?" I nodded again. "Here we go then... My childhood wasn't fantastic. My parent's were stoners and... Abusive. My father especially. He'd beat me everyday, but in places no one would see. My mother knew about it, she didn't care. I understand he was treating her the same, but I was her daughter!" She took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Anyway, one day things... Escalated. He came into my room when I was reading, I was young but I knew what was going to happen. My mom could hear me screaming, the neighbours probably could, but no one did anything. It continued to happen every night for months." I gasped, feeling sick but remained silent, letting her continue. "Then one day, I was cleaning the kitchen when I heard them arguing. They argued every day, but this one was different. It was about me. My mom told him to stop coming into my room, and to stay in hers. She didn't like what he was doing to me because..." Sara started to cry, "Because... He never did it to her!" The last sentence was choked out around sobs, I put my arms around her and held her close against me, still not speaking. There was nothing I could say, and I guessed she had more to tell me. "My father laughed at her, and that was the last thing I heard. She stabbed him to death." I held Sara until her weeps began to subside, it was then she realised I had been crying. "Cat," She moved away from me, wiping the tears from my face. "Don't cry, baby. I'm okay," She pulled me into her arms, "I'm still here." I smiled into our embrace.

"You don't have to be alone Sara." I looked into her eyes before kissing her sweetly on the lips, "I love you." She grinned at me,

"I love you too."