Thanks for this Chapter go to EmmaB13- you really gave me the motivation for this chapter.

Catherine was asleep by the time Sara came in. The hot Vegas sun had become too hot too bear, so she'd decided to try and get some sleep before shift started.

As she slid herself into the bed, with some difficulty to avoid waking Catherine and get her ever growing body atop what appeared to be the squeakiest mattress in Nevada, she wondered why she'd even worried about telling Catherine the truth. She knew she could trust her, but some instinct she'd developed in childhood prevented her from talking.

As darkness bloomed over Vegas, Catherine shook Sara, who was mumbling incomprehensibly, awake. She'd prepared breakfast and got Lindsay off to her Grandma's. Poor girl hadn't seen much of Catherine or Sara since they'd gotten together, they'd both been doing extra shifts to deal with this case.

She decided to leave the breakfast on the night stand, while Sara woke up from her bleary eyed daze. Shedding her clothes, she stepped into the en-suite and switched on the shower. As she stepped in she realised she hadn't picked up her clean clothes or a towel.

"Fuck" She muttered under her breath. The warm water was already cascading over her- she'd have to deal with the problem when it came to it.

Sara had woken up, staring at the ceiling. She hated her job sometimes. This case was turning out to be one of her worst. It had seemed like a simple murder-suicide, until Greg had text her to notify her of the most recent change. Blunt force trauma to the back of his head, a place he couldn't have reached by himself.

Foul play. Her favourite. Whilst Sara wished she could pin this on the obviously abusive husband (god knows he deserves it), she knew it would be stupid. Aside from risking her job, someone would be getting away with murder, and that was never okay.

Her stomach made a grumbling noise, and she realised she was ravenous. As she heaved herself up with great difficulty, she noticed a tray of breakfast. Catherine must have made it for her. She smiled at how thoughtful the woman was being. This was shaping up to be the most stable relationship she'd ever had.

"Sar?" Catherine shouted "Sara! There's a towel on the end of the bed and some clothes, can you bring them in for me?"

Sara smiled mischievously. Those clothes looked really rather conservative next to some of the other items of clothing she'd seen in Catherine's wardrobe. Well, that just wouldn't do. She'd have to do something to change that, wouldn't she?

"Sure thing, sweetie, just gimme a sec." Sara shouted back, unable to keep from giggling like a 12 year old girl. She opened the wardrobe as quietly as possible, and rifled through the clothes. Not two minutes in, she had the perfect outfit chosen. She grabbed the towel and placed it over the clothes, effectively hiding the outfit from sight, and opened the bathroom door.

She'd somehow managed to compose herself, and put them on the chair by the door.

"There you go, Cath. Will you be long in there?" She asked.

Catherine smiled at he sound of Sara's voice, you could really tell she was smiling. "No, not long, should be roughly 10 minutes. I want to re-shampoo my hair." She wondered what could have cheered Sara up so drastically in under 4 hours.

Sara, for her part, had an entire plan, and ten minutes would be plenty of time to put it to effect. She shut the door and waddled to the wardrobe, sniggering at what she was about to do. She took as many of the clothes from her wardrobe and hid them in Lindsay's room, under her bed. It took her about 5 trips; 10 if you included shoes. She was done in roughly 8 minutes- just in time, she thought, as she heard Catherine shut off the shower and lay back down on the bed.

She waited patiently for the realisation, which she was sure would come as soon as Catherine lifted the towel. Sure enough, 30 seconds later an loud groan came from the en-suite.

"Sara! You bring my real clothes in here right now!" Catherine said, though she couldn't hide the smile in her voice.

"Honestly, Cath, I don't know what you're talking about" Sara said, as innocently as possible.

Catherine stood staring at the clothes, for a second, before-

"Sara... I swear to god, get your ass in here with those clothes right now. I am not wearing this!"

Sara laughed. "I don't know what you mean. Those were the clothes laid out."

Catherine reluctantly put on the outfit that Sara had oh-so-lovingly picked out for her. She groaned as she looked in the mirror. There was no way in hell she was wearing this to work.

She stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a tiny, latex RedCats! Cheer leading dress, sides cut out. She was staring at her toes intently. It appeared to be from her dancing days.

"Don't forget the shoes" Sara grinned at her, holding a pair of Mary-Janes out. Catherine snatched them.

"Alright, Sar, game's up." she mumbled.

"What game?" Sara put on her best confused face.

Catherine walked to the wardrobe, and, swinging it open, she gasped.

"Saaaraaa!" She moaned. "Where are my clothes?"

Sara shrugged, and heaved herself up again. "I don't know Cath. Guess you'll have to wear that." She snickered.

Catherine was horrified. "Are you serious right now? I know you hid them! I can't wear this to work!"

"Must be the baby brain. I might have hid them, but... I just can't remember. You have a spare set in the locker room, anyway." Sara shrugged again, the mischief twinkling in her eyes.

With only half an hour till work, Catherine set about looking for her clothes while Sara hopped in the shower, being sure to make a big deal about picking up her clothes.

"Oh, that reminds me, doesn't Nick quite like Cheer Leaders?" She laughed, shutting the door. Catherine's eyes widened.

Oh, Sara was going to pay for this.

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