Catherine was sat at her desk staring at her ever-growing mountain of paperwork when Sara poked her head around the door. "Hey, Grissom's looking for you." Catherine lifted her head and nodded, noting Sara's bag and leather jacket slung over her shoulder.

"You heading out?" she asked.

"Yeah, closed my case, I'm heading home for some sleep."

"Lucky for some eh?" Cath smiled softly. Sara turned to leave but the older woman's voice called her back. "Sara, I meant what I said earlier; if you need to talk you know where to find me." Sara paused for a second before nodding her understanding and slipping out quietly.

Catherine sighed, she had hoped that maybe Sara was willing to tell her what was bothering her but alas no luck. At least she was going to sleep, that could never be a bad thing. Throwing her pen on the desk she hoisted herself up ad went in search of the bugman.

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The following night Catherine had tried and failed to find Sara, if for nothing else than to see if she was willing to talk now. But it had been a busy night with everyone out. Grissom and Catherine were still working their double homicide, Nick and Warrick were at a scene of their own case and Sara was working solo. Cath had escaped Grissom for a while to sneak a few minutes peace in the locker room and what do you know, there she found the elusive brunette sitting quietly on the floor against her locker. "Something wrong with the bench?" Cath joked, but her smile vanished when Sara looked up at her with unshed tears glistening in her chocolate brown eyes. The woman moved from her spot in the doorway to crouch down next to her colleague. "Hey, what's wrong honey?" Sara just shook her head. Cath reached out to tuck a stubborn strand of hair behind her ear and gently stroked her face, wiping away the tears with her thumb. "Come on Hon, you can tell me. What's wrong?"

Sara's phone, laid on the floor next to her, began to ring and the girl jumped and stared at it in shock. Catherine watched her curiously. "You going to answer that?" Sara didn't appear to have heard her so the blonde reached across her and picked up the vibrating machine, flicking it open. Jake Mobile flashed on the small screen as it continued to trill helplessly until Cath snapped it shut again. "Who's Jake?" she asked calmly. No response. "Sara, who's Jake?" she asked again, more forcefully this time. She did not like sounding so harsh since Sara was obviously distressed by something but she had come to learn that sometimes that was the only way to make her open up.

The young CSI looked at the floor as she mumbled her answer.

"He's my husband."

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Surprised? Sorry its short but will update asap x