DISCLAIMER: None of the characters belong to me. (Oh, how I wish they did!) They belong to Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS Worldwide Inc.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: okay, this is my first fan fic. If you could email me and tell me what you think. Because if you think it sucks beyond reason feel free to tell me! Thanks!
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Dreams Do Come True
By Everybody's Fool


A woman stands in the snow, wearing nothing but her pajamas, and getting kissed breathless. The kiss was perfect. A kiss every woman wants to have at least once in her life, and this was hers. She tried to take control of the kiss she was in, but her partner wouldn't allow that. Then there was a faint ringing. She ignored it, but it got louder and louder she soon gathered the idea that it was a cell phone. She reached down to turn it off and her eyes groggily opened. Sara Sidle found herself tangled in her bed sheets and gripping tightly to her feather pillow. She sighed and tried to go back to sleep and have that wonderful dream about the kiss with… Sara couldn't remember who she was kissing. She remembered the feel of hair in her hands and soft lips on hers, but she couldn't remember who it was.

She tried to fall asleep again and was starting to drift off when she heard a cell phone ringing again. She reached over on her night stand and flipped open the cell and said, "Sidle."

"Sara? It's Catherine. I need you… at a crime scene. I need some help and the guys are on other cases, I hate to call you on your day off but I really need your help." Catherine tried not to sound desperate, but failed miserably.

"No, it's okay. Don't worry about it, I was just, um, making some coffee." Sara said looking at the mess that was her room.

"Come on Sara. You always were a bad liar." She chuckled. Sara suddenly found herself grateful that Catherine couldn't see her, she blushed a deep red at Catherine's chuckle. "Can you come and help a girl out?"

"Yeah, sure." She was trying desperately to get herself untangled from her bed sheets.

Catherine, hearing that Sara's voice seemed a little distracted, asked, "Are you sure? Cause if you don't want to help, I can ask Grissom."

"What's the address Cath?" Sara asked smiling at Catherine's hospitality.

"762 Park Lane."

"Okay, give me half an hour, and I'll be there." Sara said setting the piece of paper with the address on it on the nightstand next to the alarm clock that was supposed to wake her up an hour and a half ago.

"Okay. Oh, and Sara?"



"Any time Cat." Sara said and ended the call. It was right then when she realized she called Catherine by the name she hated the most. But it sounded so natural. With that she got busy getting ready.

Half an hour later Sara was pulling up to the giant mansion that was 762 Park Lane. She saw no numbers any where but she knew this was the place because there were a lot of police cars out front. She parked her Tahoe as close to the yellow tape as she could and went to the trunk, pulled out her forensics bag and her vest. She put on the vest, because she was a little cold, and walked toward the yellow tape that she was already getting annoyed with. I wish the tape could be different colors. The bright yellow is getting kind of old. Bright blue would be great. Brass was there getting witness statements. He saw her coming his way and walked toward her meeting her halfway.

"Hey Sara. Isn't this your day off?" He asked.

"Yeah, but Catherine called and said she needed some assistance with the crime scene." Sara said with a shrug and a small blush.

"Ah, so what do you know?" Brass pulled out his note pad.

"Nothing. Catherine just asked me to come, she didn't tell me anything about it. Weird now that I think about it. Hm." Sara looked away from Brass as she spoke, "Why don't you fill me in?"

"Okay, vic's name is Amanda Bradly, 34, lives with her husband and 8 year old daughter. Husband says he came home from work with the girl and found the misses dead on the bed." Brass looked at Sara.

"Where does the husband work?" Sara asked.

"Uh…" Brass flipped through his note pad. "A law firm about half an hour away. Miller & Bradly law."

"Okay, I'm gonna go check in with Cath. Let me know if you find out anything else."

Brass nodded his head and Sara passed by him. She walked into the house and called out to Catherine, "Cath?! Where are you?" She listened for the blonde.

She heard a faint, "Upstairs, in the bedroom! Follow the hallway!" Sara knew that was Catherine.

She saw a staircase on her left, and went up and followed the hallway, past 5 doors on her right and 6 on her left, all the way to a door that was open at the end of the hall. She walked in and instantly wished she was asleep in her bed dreaming of that kiss again. Catherine was taking a picture of the woman on the bed wearing only a black laced bra and matching panties. Then she saw Sara in the doorway and brought the camera down from her face to her shoulders and smiled.

"Hey, Sara. Thanks for coming on such short notice."

"No problem. Whoa. That's a lot of blood." Sara said getting right down to business.

"Yeah, probably bled out from the deep gash on the back of her head." Catherine pointed out.

Sara looked closer and noticed that it was a deep gash right above her hair line and suddenly Sara's mind went into gear, putting together the why and how. But Sara had too many blanks not filled in yet and she needed them to be filled before she could put together any ideas.

"Hey Cath?" Sara asked looking up from the gash.

"Yeah?" Catherine was dusting for fingerprints on the nightstand across the room.

"Did you get a sample of this silver substance in the wound?"

"What substance?" Catherine gave up her quest for fingerprints for the moment and walked over to see what her younger colleague was talking about.

"This, right here." Sara pointed to the sliver specs around and in the deep cut.

"Well, I'll be damned." Catherine said softly enough so that only Sara could hear it. She went back to her tool kit, got out her tweezers and a container, and walked back to the body, of which Sara was still trying to figure out what kind of object could do this kind of damage and leave behind these silver specs. Catherine put six pieces of the silver specs into the container and closed it tight. She took off a label and wrote something on it and stuck it back into her bag. "So what do you think did it?" Catherine couldn't think of any reason at the moment. She was a little preoccupied with Sara. She stepped closer to her and pretended like she was looking at the body when she was really just trying to be close to the brunette.

"I don't know." Sara sighed. "Cheesy hammer maybe… old knife… who knows." Sara could feel herself getting a little bit more nervous when she noticed that Catherine was kneeling not more 5 inches from herself. She drew in a breath and let it out so slowly that she was sure Catherine didn't notice.

Three hours, and many fingerprints, later Catherine stood up from her spot on the floor and said, "Okay, well, I think we've done everything we can for now. We should get back to the lab and process the evidence."

"What evidence? We didn't find anything." Sara looked at Catherine and sat back on her heels.

"Well, we found that silver substance." Catherine said as she packed up her bag.

"Yeah, but those could be just from the weapon… I mean it could also be from anything." Sara stood up and went for her tool kit too. She started packing it up when she felt the stare of someone on her back. She subtly turned her gaze to Catherine. But it wasn't Catherine who was looking at her… she couldn't figure out who it was, she felt a chill go up her spine and she stood up. "Cath?"

Catherine turned to Sara, "Yeah?" She drew in her eyebrows and slightly cocked her head. If Sara wasn't so paranoid, she would have thought this a very cute face. "Sara, what's up?"

"I don't know. I just feel… I don't know, like someone's…" She paused and looked Catherine in the eyes. "…watching us."

"Sara are you sure…" She took a step toward Sara. "it's not.." but before she could finish her sentence, she and Sara heard a gun shot and a bullet come through the window and ricochet off the floor. Catherine and Sara both dropped to the floor and rolled to either side of the window. "What the hell is going on?!" Catherine yelled to no one in particular. She didn't have to wait for an answer because Brass and two armed police officers came barging into the room, weapons out, ready to shoot anything that wasn't currently Sara or Catherine.

Once they saw that there was no one else in the room, they all remoistened their weapons and Brass asked, "What happened? Is every one okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sara, are you okay?" Catherine looked at Sara.

Sara looked at Catherine and dropped her hand from her shoulder, gave Catherine a pleading look and said, "Damn." She fell to the floor, unconscious.

"Sara!" Catherine ran to Sara and put pressure on her shoulder wound. "Brass! Don't just stand there! Call for an ambulance!" Catherine was just as capable of calling for an ambulance as Brass was, but she had to worry about Sara right now, she had to stop the bleeding.

Brass just stared at Sara when Catherine told him to call for the ambulance, he jolted out of his momentary paralization. "Right, sorry." He grabbed the walkie- talkie from one of the armed officers and walked out of the room.

Catherine could hear the rumbling of Brass's voice out in the hall, but all she could think about was getting Sara to a hospital. She whispered so only she and Sara could hear, "Come on, baby. Don't leave me. I need you. I haven't even told you how much I need you. Don't leave. Please." She leaned down and kissed Sara lightly on the forehead. She heard the whining of the sirens she had become so accustomed to over the years as a CSI.

The paramedics came in the room and Catherine didn't move, so they had to go to the opposite side of Sara to try to stop the bleeding. Catherine couldn't leave Sara's side. She just couldn't, although she knew she had to at some point. Just not right now, right?

"Catherine, you need to let the paramedics take over from here. You can ride in the ambulance on its way to the hospital. I'll make sure the cars get to where they need to be. Okay?" Brass pulled Catherine to her feet and she followed the gurney to the ambulance.

"Thanks, Brass." It was all Catherine could say. She was speechless. Then the ambulance shut the doors and was off.

Sara woke up the strange beep beep beep of her heart monitor. She looked around and slowly it all came back to her, her dream, her call, the crime scene, the gun shot, and her shoulder. She looked at her left arm and noticed it was all bandaged and in a sling. She looked to her right and saw Catherine sleeping in what appeared to be an awkward position. She had a jacket draped over her front and one leg was on the arm of the chair while the other was slightly touching the floor. Sara shifted uncomfortably in her bed and saw Catherine stir. She mentally kicked herself for her stupidity. But was completely forgotten when those half asleep baby blue eyes met her smiling chocolate brown ones.

"Hey, you. How long you been there?" Sara asked.

"Since they brought you back from surgery." Catherine yawned and leaned forward so she was in distance of Sara's right hand. "How's the arm?"

Sara looked at her arm, "Uh, I don't know. I can't really feel it. Must be all those pain killers." She looked back to Catherine and smiled.

"Listen, Sara. I just wanted to say, I'm really sorry about…" Catherine started but was cut off by Sara's finger on Catherine's lips.

"Don't. It's not your fault." She brought her hand down to her stomach. "Don't blame yourself."

"But it is my fault. Don't you see?" A tear ran down her cheek. "If I hadn't called you to come help me, you wouldn't be here with a hole in your shoulder." Now the tears were flowing freely. "I just don't feel like I should be forgiven so soon." She said between sobs.

Sara sat up and raised Catherine's chin so she was looking into her eyes. "Catherine. I want you to listen and listen well. This was not your fault. No matter what you think. It wasn't anybody's fault. I don't think any less of you." Sara smiled. "I never could." She said this so softly that Catherine barely heard her. When she finally understood what Sara said her tears stopped and Sara dropped her hand from Catherine's chin.

"You never could what?" Catherine wanted to make sure she really heard what Sara said. Sara just looked away. She wasn't ready to admit to Catherine what she really felt quite yet. "Sara? You never could what?"

At the question in Catherine's voice, Sara looked back to Catherine and into her eyes. Looking for the little reassurance that if she told what she really felt, she wouldn't get rejected. She found what she was looking for. "I could never blame you for anything. No matter what." Now's as good a time as ever. She thought. "I love you too much to do that."

Catherine's eyes softened even more when she heard Sara say those words. These past few months she had come to see how much she cared for the younger CSI. And exactly two weeks ago she found out that she was in love with Sara. She just knew it. But she had no idea if Sara felt the same way. Which is why she was too scared to say anything. The only other person she loved cheated on her and took advantage of her, she didn't want that again.

"Oh, Sara. I love you too." More tears. But instead of guilty tears, they were happy tears.

"Yeah?" Sara smiled.

"Yeah." Catherine half laughed. She leaned down and slowly their lips met. It was everything a first kiss was supposed to be; slow, passionate, and wonderful.


Catherine was very startled by that simple declaration of presence. She broke the kiss and blushed as deep as a dark red rose. As did Sara. The doctor just smiled. She knew something was going on between those two. She was happy for them, they were a cute couple.

"Excuse me. I didn't mean to interrupt anything. I came to tell you that I am giving you leave to go home. I just need you to sign some forms and then you are ready to get out of here." She smiled.

"Thank you Doctor. I just have one question. Did you get the bullet?" Sara asked. Catherine softly grabbed Sara's hand after she asked the question.

"Actually there was no bullet. The bullet passed through your arm missing the bone by just a few centimeters. You'll need a little bit of physical therapy, but not a lot. Just to make sure you get full range of your shoulder as it heals. Other than that, you were very lucky." The Doctor smiled.

"Okay." Sara sighed. "Thank you doctor, again, for everything. Um, when can I go home? No offense, but I hate Hospitals."

"None taken. Not many CSI's do." She laughed. "I have some paperwork for you and we need to get your medications in order but I'm sure I can get you out of here in a couple days. I want to keep you here over night for observations, of course." The doctor looked at Catherine as she said this.

"Of course. That's quite alright." Catherine answered.

"I'll be right back with that paperwork." The doctor turned and left the room.

Once she was gone, Catherine turned to Sara and said, "See? You're my little Lucky Duck." She smiled.

" 'Lucky Duck'? Where did that come from?" Sara said with a laugh.

"It's just something Lindsey has been saying about absolutely everything. Don't worry about it." Catherine remembered. "Okay, you rest, I'm gonna go see if I can fill out the proper paperwork to get you out of here." She stood up.

"Wait, don't leave yet." Sara pleads quietly.

"Why not, baby? What's wrong?" Catherine suddenly seems worried.

"Nothing's wrong. It's just… I don't want to wake up." Sara looks away from Catherine. Knowing that tears are about to fall.

"What do you mean…?" Then Catherine got it. She softly took hold of Sara's face with both hands so that Sara was looking in her eyes. "Honey, this isn't a dream. You're awake."

"How do you know? I mean this could never happen in real life. It's too good to be true. I don't believe it." Sara said quietly still staring into Catherine's deep blue eyes. She was looking for something there; conformation that she was correct, perhaps.

Catherine immediately felt tears stinging her eyes. She let only a single tear fall from her eye. "This is no dream. I love you, Sara Sidle. Believe it."

Sara wiped the tear away from Catherine's cheek, and looked into her eyes once more; that's when she saw what she was looking for; love. Pure love. "I do now." Was all she said and pulled Catherine into the most passionate kiss either of them has ever had. They only broke away when oxygen was becoming an issue. No sooner than their lips drew apart there was a knock at the door.

Catherine planted one more tiny, quick kiss on Sara's lips before saying, "Come in." She sat down and grabbed Sara's hand as the door opened. Sara quickly wiped away a few tears that she hadn't even noticed she had shed.

Sara's doctor walked in and walked to the edge of Sara's bed. "I just thought I'd knock this time. Since last time it looked like I had interrupted something." She smiled.

Sara blushed that deep red that Catherine adored so much. "Good idea." She mumbled under her breath.

Catherine laughed and said, "Thank you doctor. So are those all the forms?"

"Yes. Now although you may be signing all these forms, we're still going to keep Miss Sidle until tomorrow. These are just so you don't have so much to do tomorrow." The doctor reminded them.

"I remember." Catherine smiled as she took the papers and pen.

The doctor turned to go and was at the door when she turned around, forgetting to tell them something. "Oh, by the way, Miss Willows, visiting hours are over at 8." She turned and left the room.

Catherine looked down at her watch and realized that it was 7:58. "Damn." She mumbled.

"What?" Sara didn't know what time it was, she didn't have a watch on

"It's 7:58." Catherine looked up at Sara and Sara looked at Catherine.

"It's okay. I understand. Go. Figure out who the hell shot me." Sara said.

"Are you sure, baby. I mean I can ask if I can stay with you."

"I'm sure. I'll be alright. I mean, I'll miss you, but I'll be alright."

"Okay then." Catherine stood up and leaned in close to Sara so that their lips were not more that an inch apart. "I'll be back tomorrow as soon as I can." Catherine whispered.

"You promise?" She whispered back.

"I do." She kissed Sara ever so sweetly. Then whispered, "Damn, I could get used to this." All Sara could do was nod. That kiss left her speechless. "Okay, baby. I've got go. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you, Sara." She pulled away and headed toward the door, paperwork in hand.

"I love you, too, Cat." Sara smiled, trying out the nickname everyone at CSI knew Catherine hated.

This stopped Catherine in her tracks. "You know, I hate that name… but coming from you… God, it sounds so sweet. See you tomorrow… my Sara." With a smile, she was gone, heading home to get some sleep for the night.

After Catherine left, Sara felt alone again. Then the last thing Catherine said finally hit her. '… my Sara.' "My Sara." She said aloud to herself. "My Catherine." Suddenly she wasn't quite so alone anymore, just really really tired. She snuggled down into the hospital bed and fell asleep with a smile on her face, thinking of Catherine, of course.

The next day, back at the lab, Catherine, Grissom, Nick, Warrick, and Greg all sat in the break room discussing their cases.

"Cath, I want you to tell us everything you have about your case. I've already informed the guys about as much of it as I can. As of now all cases are to be hauled and the Bradley murder case is to be top priority. All others can wait." Grissom told everyone. "So, Catherine, what have you got on that case."

"Well before Sara got…" She paused trying not to cry. "… uh, she found a silver substance in Amanda's wound. I sent it off to trace this morning and if all other cases are postponed, it should be done soon. Um, I still have to go see Doc Robbins about the autopsy. He hasn't paged me yet to tell me he's done, so that's all I've really got. I'm sorry Grissom; it's just with Sara in the hospital and me wanting to be there for her…" Catherine could feel those tears threatening again, so she had to stop. Luckily Grissom interjected.

"It's okay, Catherine. We're all a worried about Sara. How is she doing, by the way?" Grissom asked.

"Uh, she's doing really well. They said that the bullet was a through and through and that the worst she'd have to go through is a little bit of physical therapy. The doctor said I could possibly be taking her home today, so…" She looked at the guys and they all were looking at her strange. Well, all except Warrick. He had a smile on his face that told her she just said way too much. 'Oh well.' She thought. 'Now's as good as ever.' "Okay, there's something I have to tell you guys." She took a deep breath and paused. "I'm in love with Sara." She looked at all her 'boys' and they all started laughing. "What's so funny?"

"We were wondering when you were going to tell us!" Nick said. "Come 'ere!" He got out of his seat and gave Catherine a big bear hug.

"I swear Cath, I never said a word. They figured it out for themselves!" Warrick got up and gave Catherine a hug, too.

"You knew this whole time?" Nick asked Warrick in disbelief.

"Yeah, Catherine here told me a few weeks ago." Warrick smiled at Catherine.

"What? You knew this whole time and you didn't tell us? You suck, dude." Greg said as he got out of his chair. He walked over and fake punched Warrick in the arm. "Congrats Cath. I always knew there was something going on between you two. The way you fought all the time, probably just lovers quarrels, right?" he said to Catherine as he hugged her.

She laughed. "Actually, no. I just told her yesterday how I felt about her." That got everyone's attention.

"What'd she say?" This was the first thing Grissom had said to her.

"I told her I love her… and she told me she loves me too. She said she had from the first day she met me. It's the same for me. Grissom, I know you don't approve of relationships in the workplace but…"

"Nonsense! Congratulations Catherine. I hope you two will be happy." He stood up and hugged Catherine. "Just promise me that this won't get in the way of your work." He said once he had released her.

"Oh, I promise!" Catherine said enthusiastically. She was happy that her 'family' was okay with this.

"Good. Okay, everybody. Nick and Warrick, I want you two to head over to the Bradley's place. Talk with the husband and check out anything that the girls could have missed. And try to find that bullet that hit Sara. Greg, you come with me. We're going to go see Doc Robbins to find out about the autopsy and then we're going to trace to see if anything came back on the silver substance Sara found." Grissom said, getting down to business.

"Okay, boss." Nick said as he and Warrick left. As they passed Catherine, Warrick hugged her one last time and said, "Give that to Sara for me when you see her." Catherine nodded.

"Let's go Greg." Grissom turned to leave but Catherine put her hand on his arm.

"Wait, what about me?" Catherine was curious why Grissom had left her out of the plans.

"What? You're not working. You've got to go take care of your girl." He said with a smile and a wink.

"You mean I can go home?" Catherine perked right up. 'Although home isn't where I want to go, right now.' She thought.

"Yes. Go on. Give Sara a hug for me?"

"Yeah. Of course."

Grissom winked and exited the break room. Greg gave Catherine a kiss on the cheek on his way out to follow his boss. "Let me know what you find out!" Catherine called after them. Greg turned around and waved to show that he heard her. "Cool. I guess I'm out of here." She said to herself. Catherine got out her cell phone and dialed the number for the hospital.

"Sidle. Err, sorry. Hello?" Sara was having the best dream in the world. Just when it was getting to the good part, the phone rights.

"Hey, baby. Were you sleeping? Did I wake you?" Catherine asked as she started her Tahoe.

"Actually I was sleeping, but its okay, I don't mind waking up to your voice." Sara tried her best to get that last part of the sentence to sound sexy.

"Mmmm, really. Are you sure it's only my voice you want to wake up to?" Catherine decided that if Sara was going to play dirty, so is she.

"Oh, you wait until I can use my arm, and I'll take full advantage to that."

"Uh huh! Sounds like a plan. Was your dream good? Was I in it?"

"Starring you, baby." Sara chuckled. "So what are you doing talking to me, you should be working."

"That's my Sara. Always thinking about work first. No, I called to tell you that Grissom gave me some… vacation time. So I'm on my way to see you."

"Oh, you are, are you? I guess that means I'm going to have to clean up a little. Take a shower."

"Don't you dare. You wait for me!"


"I don't mean at the hospital. I'm taking you home tonight and I've arranged for Lindsey to stay at Nancy's. You can shower when you get back to my house." Catherine told her sternly.

"Fine, but just because I know I wont win with you."

Catherine chuckled, "Damn skippy. I have to go. I'm almost there. I love you."

"I love you, too, Cat." Sara said and hung up. She was excited! 'Yay! I get to go home… wait, Catherine said to her house. I don't have any clothes at Catherine's house. Shit! We'll have to stop by my apartment on the way to her house. I can't forget to tell her that.' And with that Sara drifted off to sleep. Dreaming once again about her Catherine.

Catherine snapped shut her cell phone and parked her Tahoe in the parking garage. As she got out, she heard the unmistakable sound of rubber burning and she turned around just in time to see a black car with tinted windows heading right for her. She jumped and rolled while the car sped by barely missing her by a couple inches. She heard someone yell, "Leave Bradly alone!" Catherine jumped up in time to catch the first three letters of the license plate – KPE.

She pulled out her cell phone and dialed Brass, "Brass… hey it's Catherine… yeah, can u get a name off a license plate for me?…no, I only have the first three letters…it's KPE… yeah, it was a black Camry, and it just tried to run me over in the hospital parking lot… yeah, I'm fine, just a couple cuts and bruises … they said "Leave Bradly alone." and drove off… okay, let me know what you find out… thanks." She snapped shut her phone and all the sudden a burning in her left shoulder came on.

"Fuck, it's dislocated!" she sighed, grabbed her shoulder and started for the hospital. When she got in, she went straight to the front desk.

"Can you page Dr. Hannah? I need to see her. Official CSI business." Catherine said to the desk clerk.

"Sure. It'll be just a moment." She said.

"Thanks" Catherine sat down in the waiting room her shoulder killing her at the moment. What little adrenaline she had running through her veins was acting like a natural pain killer. Damn, she better hurry.

At that moment Sara's doctor, Dr. Hannah, came into the room. "Ms. Willows, what can I help you with?" Then she saw that Catherine was clutching her shoulder.

"Can I speak with you in a separate room, please?" Catherine asked.

Dr. Hannah nodded and led her to another room. "Are you okay?"

"No, I was attacked in the parking lot and my shoulder is dislocated, can you relocate it right here?" Catherine pleaded.

"Yeah, I can. But what kind of an attack was it? Where you raped?" She asked as she popped Catherine's shoulder into place.

"Shit that feels much better." She drew in a deep breath and blew it back out. "No, I wasn't raped. I was almost run over. I already called my boss and its all taken care of…"

"Okay, I just wanted to make sure." Dr. Hannah went over and got a sling from a shelf on the wall. "Here, you need to wear this for a couple weeks. To make sure that shoulder doesn't get worse."

Catherine shook her head. "I can't. Sara can't know that anything happened."

"Catherine, look at your clothes, they're filthy. And you have dirt on your face. I think she's gonna know something happened. If you wear the sling, she'll know that you've seen a doctor and you're okay. And I promise I won't say anything to Sara. You can do that. Will you wear it?" Catherine nodded. "Good."

Catherine turned so that her shoulder was facing the doctor. "So how long do I have to keep this thing on for?" She asked after the doctor finished putting it on.

"A couple weeks or until you move your arm in an arc and it doesn't hurt. I want to see you in two weeks okay? Just have the receptionist page me. I just want to make sure you aren't over working it. Okay?" Catherine nodded again. "Okay, good. Now, go see Sara. She's been waiting for you. Oh, and you might want to wash the dirt from your face." Dr. Hannah said as she left.

Catherine left the room after the doctor and crossed the waiting room to the bathrooms and looked in the mirror. She had dirt on her right cheek and the left side of her forehead. And her hair was messed up. She grabbed a paper towel and ran it under the water, she scrubbed the dirt from her face as best she could with only one hand and she ran her fingers through her hair, cursing herself for not bringing a purse with a brush or makeup in it.

She straightened her shirt, sighed and walked out of the bathroom. She walked all the way up to Sara's room thinking about the car and trying to think of why it seemed so familiar. Catherine got to Sara's room and went in to find Sara asleep in, what had to have been the cutest pose Catherine had ever seen. Sara was spread out as wide as she could in the small hospital beds and had the sheets all tangled up in her legs, her pillow was pressed tight against her chest and her mouth was wide open with a slight snore coming out. Catherine smiled; she had never seen Sara so vulnerable.

She just stood there watching Sara sleep thinking about how grateful she was to have Sara in her life and how grateful things are going to be now that they both have admitted their feelings to each other. She sighed and thought, God, I want to talk to her, but I don't want to wake her up. I'll just leave. As she turned to leave, her cell phone went off indicating that she had a text message. She cursed herself for not turning it to silent and heard the most perfect noise in the world: "Catherine?" She turned to see Sara's beautiful brown sleepy eyes looking straight into hers.

"Hey, baby. I saw you were asleep and I was going to come back later." Catherine walked over to Sara's bed, kissed her, and sat down.

Mmm. I could get used to waking up to you." Sara smiled and Catherine saw love in her eyes, then as Sara saw Catherine's sling, the love immediately turned to worry. "Oh my God, Catherine. What happened? Are you okay?"

"Shh shh, honey. I'm fine. Just a dislocated shoulder. Dr. Hannah reset it and told me to keep it in a sling for a while. It's okay. I promise." Catherine stroked Sara's cheek with her right hand.

Sara reached over and put her hand on Catherine's shoulder and a single tear fell down her cheek. "Is it because of… me?"

"What? No, baby, no." Catherine said wiping the tear away. "Some asshole in the parking garage tried to run me down, yelling something about Bradly. I was too fast for him. But my shoulder paid the price. After all, I'm no Wonder Woman." She chuckled.

"You're my Wonder Woman." Sara said gazing into Catherine's eyes. "You're my everything. I don't know what I would do if you weren't here with me right now." Catherine leaned up and slowly kissed Sara. This soon turned into a passionate kiss. One of many in our lifetime together. Catherine thought. Eventually the kiss ended and both women were fully flushed and a couple other things. Sara scooted over in her bed and patted the bed, indicating for Catherine to get into bed with her. Catherine climbed in and Sara turned on her side. Catherine wrapped her right arm around Sara and buried her face in her lover's gorgeous brown hair. Soon both women were asleep in each other's arms. The long day finally catching up with both of them.

There was a knock on the door and when there was no answer Dr. Hannah walked in. "I have just a few_'' She stopped mid-sentence and seeing Catherine and Sara asleep, she turned and walked right back out. But not before putting the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door. She then decided she was going to go call her girlfriend and see what she was up to. She hummed as she walked toward the phone.

Four hours later, Catherine was having the best dream of her life. It started as just a day at the lab, then Sara arrived and things got a little heated. It was just getting to the good part when she was woken up suddenly by a sharp beep. She looked down and realized that the text message that woke up Sara was still unread. She pulled her phone out of its holster and read the text. FROM: BRASS "CAR BELONGS TO MICHAEL HARRIS, BRADLY'S NEIGHBOR. GOING TO INTERVIEW, LET YOU KNOW IF ANYTHING COMES UP." Then it hit Catherine. She remembered where she saw that car from. It was in the next door drive way.

Sara was still sleeping so Catherine careful not to wake her, slipped out of the bed and walked to the other side. She leaned down and gave Sara a ghost of a kiss on her lips and slowly walked out of the room. She stayed just outside the door as she got out her cell phone. Just as she was dialing Brass's number Dr. Hannah came by. "Catherine. Just the woman I was coming to see."

"Dr. Hannah. What can I do for you?" Catherine snapped shut her cell phone to give her undivided attention to the doctor.

"As I told you and Sara yesterday, she can go home today. Some paperwork got done yesterday, but there's still a little bit more to do. I came by earlier to see if you could fill it out then, but you were both asleep so I decided not to bother you." Dr. Hannah told Catherine.

"Oh. Okay. Um, I was just about to make a phone call, and then I'll do what I can on my own with the paper work." Catherine added after a slight blush. "Sara's still sleeping."

"Okay, but just remember, the sooner you get this stuff filled out, the sooner you can get her home." Dr. Hannah put the clipboard on the table next to Catherine.

"I know. This will just take a second, I promise. Then I'll get right on it." Catherine assured her.

"Okay. Just give the papers to the lady at the desk when you're done." She turned to go.

"Wait." Dr. Hannah turned. "Thank you. Really. For everything." Catherine meant it to mean about her shoulder and her and Sara and for taking care of Sara when she couldn't be there.

"You're welcome. See you soon." She turned and disappeared down the hallway.

Catherine looked at the clipboard and pulled out her phone and dialed Brass.

"Brass." He answered.

"Hey Brass, its Catherine. Any news?"

"Yeah, actually. I was wondering when you were gonna call."

"Sorry. We fell asleep."

" 'We'?" He asked with a laugh.

"Don't ask." She shook her head. "What'd you find out?"

"Okay, we'll you know those silver specs you and Sara found in the vic's head wound? Well, it turned out to be from an old statue that used to be on the night stand." Brass filled her in while looking at his note pad.

"What old statue? I didn't see an old statue."

"That's just it. There wasn't one. The vic's husband called us last night and told us that it was missing."

"Then how'd you know the specs were from the statue if you didn't know where it was?"

"Geez, Willows, for a CSI, you really like to interrupt."

"Sorry, go ahead."

"Anyway, after you told me about that guy almost running you over, and giving us part of the license plate, we tracked it to the neighbor. We went to his house and I talked to him while Nick went through his garbage. And guess what we found? The statue. With Amanda's blood and his fingerprints all over it."

"But why did he kill Amanda? What did she do?"

"She told him that she would leave her husband and run away with him, and then she went back on her word. Since he couldn't have her, no one could."

"Great. So what's up with Sara's shooter?"

"Michael, the neighbor, told us that he hired a guy named… The Marksman to take out the husband. We're working on him right now. I'll let you know what we get on him."

"Okay. We're still at the hospital. Sara's asleep and I've got a lot of paperwork to do for her, then I can take her home."

"You know, Cath, Sara's like a daughter to me. I don't want anything to happen to her."

"I know Brass. I love her too. I'll be good to her. I promise. I won't let anything or anyone hurt her. You don't have anything to worry about.

"I know, Catherine. I was going to tell you that I couldn't think of anyone better for her than you. And I mean it."

"Thanks, Brass. That means a lot to me."

"I know. But I've got to go now, I'm gonna go see what I can find on The Marksman. Give Sara my love."

"Okay, I will. Bye."


Catherine hung up the phone and grabbed the clip board and walked back in the room. Sara was still sleeping in the same position as when she left. She smiled to herself as she crossed the room to the chair and sat down. She started on the paper work. What ever she didn't know, she left blank. After only half an hour, she had finished all four of the pages. She looked through and realized that almost every one of the pages was blank. There were only a few places here and there that had a little of Catherine's handwriting on them. Catherine then realized that she knew almost nothing about the woman she loved. Only a couple of the basics she knew, most of it she didn't. Let alone all the detailed information. She sighed and looked up at Sara to see her brown eyes staring back into hers.

"Hey. How long have you been awake?" Catherine leaned up and kissed Sara and sat back down.

"About five minutes. I see the doctor gave you the paper work."

"Yeah. And, you know Sara, I don't know any of this stuff about you."

"Come here and let me see if I can help you." Sara moved over in the bed and Catherine got in again and they got down to business on the paper work. Within another half an hour, everything was done. Catherine knew all of Sara's information. From her middle name to her hometown.

"There. That wasn't so bad after all was it?" Sara asked.

"No, I thought it would take longer." Catherine admitted.

Sara leaned up for a kiss. "That's okay, baby. Now you can get me the hell out of here."

"And what do I get for that?" Catherine pulled back from a kiss denying Sara for the moment, just playing around of course.

"You, my love, get to experience the time of your life… after my shoulder heals of course." Sara said.

"Okay, it's a deal." Catherine's lips met Sara's in a slow but quick kiss. Just enough to satisfy, until other need could be fulfilled. "I'm gonna go get these to Dr. Hannah."

"Okay. Don't be gone too long." Sara said as Catherine got up.

"I wouldn't dare." Catherine said as she walked out the door.

What do you know? Sara thought as she watched Catherine leave. Dreams do come true. She smiled to herself remembering her dream.

The End

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