Sam looked over at a worried looking Cat, not feeling all that sympathetic to her plight. She knew it was Frankie's fault that she was unhappy, that something had happened between them. She just wanted to make her happy, and Frankie was here messing up her shot at it. She knew that Frankie was staying, and she knew that it had something to do with Cat. She also knew that the shorter woman had been happier before Frankie had come back into her life, and that she was ruining her chance.
"What are you thinking about?" Cat asked quietly.
"You." She responded with a smirk.
"Hmm, sure. Beats what I'm thinking about."
"What's wrong?" She asked, concerned, even though she had a vague idea. She had decided to come clean.
"I haven't been quite honest with you. When I was supposed to be at the bar with you, with the flimsy excuse of comforting my younger brother I was-"
"With Frankie. I know."
"I'm a detective. Of course I know. Also, you're actually ridiculously bad at lying." She smiled wryly.
"Erm, I, I slept with her." She blurted out, her large eyes wide in panic, but she was also glad to get the secrets out now.
"I guessed. I wasn't completely sure, but I knew that something happened, enough to make her stay, and she obviously got what she wanted."
"Are you angry?" The Detective sighed.
"No. I am hurt though."
"I love you. Really. But I miss my best friend, and she's not letting what could have been go. I still love her, but I love you more. I love her as a best friend."
"I know. If it happens again then, well, I don't know what I'll do. But once is an accident, twice is an affair."
"I know. And I'll tell you, I promise. But it won't happen. It really won't."
"Good." She smiled and leant over, kissing her softly on the lips.