It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried. There was Hank…and hell she had even pursued Grissom. What a disaster that had turned out to be. No. It always led back to a strawberry blond and two blindingly piercing blue eyes.

She hated her. She really did. She hated that no matter how much she tried she couldn’t hate her. No matter how many times the claws came out and left her with the overwhelming urge to crawl into the bottom of the bottle, she couldn’t hate her.

“Earth to Sara.” Speak of the devil,

“Yes Catherine?” Turning around from the evidence she had been ignoring she confronted the woman. Her mouth went dry as she watched the buttons of Catherine’s shirt stretch during each inhale. Catherine, oblivious as ever plowed on,

“Have you found anything on the pictures from the crime scene?” Sara whirled quickly back to the “work” she had been doing before Catherine had walked in. Oops. She quickly went through the case in her head.

Woman found dead in her apartment. She lived alone…peculiar scene. She had been raped and left clad in only a sheet. She was on the floor of the living room, placed in a bowing position. Around the body, there were pictures. All of the pictures in the house had been laid gently down on the carpet. As if she was surrounded by her loved ones after death.

This was the third women of her type found in this manner in the last two months. The victim was always a workaholic, ages ranged from mid-twenties to the early 40’s. The victims had all received a rose on their doorstep about week before. Sometime after that they would get a letter; it would be an excerpt from a work of Shakespeare. Then they were found dead.

“No prints…but I did find traces of baby powder.” Catherine bit down on her lower lip in thought,

“That can be used to make putting on latex gloves easier.” Sara nodded but said nothing. Luckily she was saved from doing so, as Grissom popped into the lab.

“Another body from the scrapbook killer.” That had become the killer’s nickname. Catherine nodded and waited for more information. Grissom, being Grissom did not comply.

“Who has process?” Catherine glanced at Sara gratefully for bringing their anomalous boss back to the present.

“You and Catherine…here’s the address.” Handing the address to Cat he wandered out of the room to…probably to look at bugs.

“I’m driving.” Sara opened her mouth to protest, she hated Catherine’s driving. She drove like she dated men, fast and dangerous. Cat held up the address with a smirk,

“Who has the address?” Sara’s mouth promptly shut as she grabbed her kit, she hated losing…she hated not hating her. Catherine was far too chipper; it put Sara on the edge. Although she liked seeing this other side in Cat she was half expecting one of the smiles Cat shot at her would contain fangs. She hated being a pessimist but life hadn’t proven her philosophy incorrect.

“What’s up?” Sara was shaken from her reverie,

“Part of the sky I suppose.” Cat turned from the road to look at Sara, a very dangerous move,

“Part?”

“Well the “sky” is above the earth anywhere in the world. The sky for Australians is below us Americans in the Northern Hemisphere. So yes only part.” Cat shook her started to chuckle against her will.

Sara’s heart soared at the fact that she elicited this beautiful sound from the woman. She couldn’t help joining in.

“Smart ass.” Just as her spirits were starting to rise, the car pulled up to the curb.

“We’re here.” And the moment was gone. They were collogues processing a scene. Another horrible death of some poor woman. The professional façade encompassed both of them before their feet hit the pavement.