Disclaimer: If I owned CSI things would be very different... blah blah, not mine.

Catherine didn't know where she was but she kept walking. She looked around with fear in her face, everything was dark. Suddenly she felt a presence caressing her arm with a soft warm palm and fingers slowly caressed her shoulders from behind, she was no longer afraid. Catherine closed her eyes trying not to move nor even breathe in fear of ruining a perfect moment. Just when shiver started running through her spine, the mysterious presence stopped. "You are safe now." Sara spoke magical words and walked away. Catherine immediately turned and ran madly after her-

Her head hit the floor with a loud noise and Catherine woke up from her dream, the alarm clock and remote control crashed to the floor next to her.

"What the hell?" Where the first words coming out of her mouth. She stood up with difficulty and massaged her head to ease the pain until it subsided to a simple throbbing.

She threw herself back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to remember how she ended on the floor. After a few seconds she did "Sara!" Her eyes widened as suddenly there was a realization of what exactly she had dreamed about. She had dreamed about Sara's touch sending shiver through her shoulders and down the length of her back, she felt herself blush at the thought of the two of them together.

She knew -in fact everyone in the lab knew- that the two women couldn't work together because they rarely got along. The only reason they hadn't killed each another was because they avoided working together. 'Do dreams really mean something?' she wondered.

Catherine let out a deep sigh and shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Of course not." She said to herself. Realizing that those two hours were the only sleep she was going to get she walked towards the bathroom ready to immerse herself in a cold blast of water. Obviously not! . She reassured.

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"Do dreams really mean something?" Catherine entered Grissom's office without knocking and closed the door after her. Grissom adjusted his glasses and looked up staring into her blue eyes, confusion creasing his brow. He took a moment to answer.

"Freud believed that dreams were the experience of the unconscious, thing that needed to be dealt with consciously-"

"You mean that my unconscious is telling me something?" She interrupted.

Grissom continued. "Well, another long-standing theory is that dreams are how people sort through integrate daily experiences. I've also heard some say that dreams occur because the creative part of ourselves needs to be free to express itself, which it can't do adequately while we're awake. However these are all unproven speculations."

"But what do you think Grissom?" Catherine asked accentuating the 'you'.

"I think..." Grissom took off his glasses. "I think dreams are messages sent by our subconscious to guide us, feelings surfacing because you haven't figured out how to let them out. Dreams are questions we are afraid to ask ourselves. Things that we would like to do but that for different reasons we just can't do them awake." Grissom paused and studied carefully Catherine's face, there was a different shade of blue in her eyes. "I guess what I am trying to say is to follow your dreams Catherine. They might get misinterpreted sometimes but they never lie."

Catherine bit her lip and sighed heavily, then shrugged "Thanks Grissom." She said as she stood up and walked towards the exit. "I guess." She whispered as she opened the door of Grissom's office and walked out.

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She walked down the hall, her pace slowed as she neared the breakroom, stretching her neck glad her shift was almost over.

She stopped at the doorway when her eyes quickly found Sara sitting at the table staring blankly into a book in front of her, too lost in her own thoughts to notice Catherine was looking at her.

She remembered the day she met Sara Sidle and cursed herself for not looking at the stranger asking where Catherine Willows was, because she had looked at her that moment for just one second she could've noticed how beautiful Mrs. Sidle was and the cute smile she was wearing. But oh no!, she didn't bother to look up, instead she spoke defensively. 'She's out on the field'. 'How stupid was that!'. Obviously Miss Sidle didn't care about how childish and uncooperative Catherine was being because she closed the door and didn't leave, she even made a bad joke about the evidence that Catherine couldn't remember anymore.

"I didn't see you there." Sara startled Catherine, bringing her from her thoughts.

"I just came in." Catherine walked to the coffee machine.

"Oh." She watched the blonde from behind as she walked her.

"What are you doing?" Catherine asked while serving herself some coffee

Sara rolled her eyes, the answer was obvious. She pointed the book in front of her. "Uhm...Reading a book."

"Obvious question." Catherine walked slowly around the table stirring her coffee and sat next to Sara.
"'Bloodstain Pattern Analysis; A Guide to a Perfect Crime Scene Reconstruction'" Catherine read. "Sounds fun!" She sarcastically exclaimed but clearly Sara was in no mood for teasing. "Seriously why are you reading it? You already master that stuff."

'Was that a compliment?' Sara narrowed her eyes, intrigued by Catherine's sudden interest in her. The idea of just the two of them 'hanging out' in the breakrooom made Sara uncomfortable. "There's so much I don't know Catherine." She stated firmly, immersing again into her book.

"Well if that's true then you'll learn it when you need to." Catherine took a sip of her coffee and continued. "The greatest things I've learned doesn't come from books."

Catherine got no answer.

"I've been looking for ya'!" Warrick's voice came from behind the tow of them. "I'm sorry Cath but I can't take you home tonight, Grissom just told me I have to go to court after the shift. " His voice lowered. "I'm sorry."

Catherine sighed heavily and leaned back crossing her arms, she wasn't pleased. "I guess I'll figure something out."

"I'm really sorry Cath." Warrick apologized for the third time.

"Fine. It's fine. Don't worry. I'll ask someone else."

"Hey, why don't you ask Sara!" Warrick brilliantly suggested.

The only word Sara heard was her name, surprised by Warrick's voice she looked up. "Ask me what?"

"No,nothin'... nothin' really" The blonde blurted quickly with a giant volume and wide eyes.

"Catherine needs someone to take her home at the end of the shift. I have these reports to finish and after that I'm heading to court so I won't be able to do it tonight." As soon as Warrick finished explaining we winked at both women and left them alone.

"Sure." Sara looked at Catherine. "I can take you home."

Catherine smiled to herself, realizing Sara was offering to take her home. "No, no... No. It's fine...I don't want to be any-"

"It's fine." Sara interrupted and flashed Catherine one of her famous smiles.

Catherine wasn't sure what to think or say next. She had never been alone with Sara outside of work. Sure they're assigned to the same case every once in a while and sometimes they hang out in the breakroom with the guys, but never just the two of them.

All she wanted was a time alone with her, time to get to know and explore all shades of Sara Sidle, specially after... the dream. At the same time her biggest fear was to be alone with Sara Sidle after... the dream.

"Are you sure? I can ask someone else if you don't want to. Seriously it's fine, you don't have to." Catherine's hands were shaking, she wanted Sara to shut her up-.

Sara giggled at Catherine's nervousness. "I wouldn't be offering If I didn't want to." She didn't know why Catherine was acting like that, she was only taking her home. "Unless you don't want to."

"No, I want to!" She said loudly, unable to control the volume of her voice. "I mean... I don't care who takes me as long as I get home so-"

"I get it."

"Well, thank you Sara" Catherine finally gave up. For a strange reason she wanted Sara to take her home more than anyone else, there was no point in arguing anymore.

With no expression on her face she closed her book and tucked it under her left arm. "I'll wait for you by the car at the end of the shift ok?"

Catherine watched in awe as the woman walked away. "Ok." She mumbled.

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