This is slash. If you do not like two females getting together, then please do not read. This is Cath/Sara - or at least it will be. As this is my first Cath/Sara and CSI fic (and only my second attempt at writing fanfiction) please review, so I know whether or not to continue. English is not my first language and I dont have a beta, so any mistakes are my fault. If you would like to beta my story, please contact me. Other than that I hope you do enjoy the story.

Oh! I don't own the caracters or the show - I just like it a lot. I do kinda own the caracters that are not on the show since they came from my imagination.

Blast from the past

She couldn't remember the last time they had had a conversation without the snide remarks. A conversation without fighting over who was the alpha-female. Everything turned into a competition between them, the only exception being working on a case; both knowing that solving the case was bigger than both of them. And most cases they worked together was solved, because they were good – an unbeatable team. Maybe it was working on such a case she realized it. She couldn't remember, but it had changed everything. The proverbial IT, that was love. She was in love with Catherine Willows. The one thing she did remember though, was her first thought after realizing IT: Hell has just frozen over!

"Hey Sara?"

"Huh?" Sara was startled, but hid it well. She had been lost in thoughts about her very secret crush again. Crush was such a small word for her feelings; inadequate really, but it was her word of choice, because she knew that her feelings would never come out in the open. It was just a crush.

"Sara? You with the living?"

A hand was waved in front of her face.

"Huh?" Why couldn't she form a simple sentence? She rubbed her eyes. "Yeah, sorry Greg. What's up?" She looked at the new CSI.

"Nothing much. It's been a slow night." He looked at the evidence bags on the table. Pointing at them he asked: "What's you working on?"

"Just going over an old case. I'm going to court with it soon, so I just wanna go in fully prepared." 'If only I could get a certain blonde somebody out of my head.' She added in thought. She looked up at Greg wondering why he was really in her lab. She knew he wanted to learn as much as possible, and she was more than happy to teach him. But right now he seemed more nervous than his usual eager self.

"Oh." He looked at the bags again playing with the corner of one of them. "Look Sara, I was thinking…"

'Please don't ask me out on a date!' The thought screamed across her mind. She concentrated on Greg again keeping her fingers crossed.

"You wanna go out for breakfast and celebrate?" He looked at her expectantly.

"Celebrate? Celebrate what?" She asked fearing that she might have missed something.

"I don't know. Life? Love? Friendship? Just something. You know just go out and celebrate something and have fun? What do you say?"

Sara was touched in way by what her younger colleague had just said. But she wasn't sure what her answer was going to be. What did she have to celebrate anyway?

"Look Greg." She started.

"No! I wont take no for an answer." He interrupted her. When she was about to speak again, he held up a hand stopping her. "The guys already accepted and I promised that I would make you come along for the fun."

"But…"

"No, they told me to bring you. Even if I had to drag you there kicking and screaming." He paused sizing her up. "Do I have to do that?"

"No." she said vehemently. "But…"

"I will drag you kicking and screaming!" Greg interrupted her again. "I don't wanna hear no or but or anything!"

"Greg…" She held up her hand when she saw that he was about to interrupt her again. "Let me speak?" She paused to find out if he would let her. When he just nodded she continued. "I'm not the most social person."

"I know. But going out once with us hardly qualifies as social." He grinned at her. "Come on! What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger."

She felt tempted; she could use a beer to relax her. She wasn't an alcoholic, but sometimes you just need something to get you back down to earth in a job like hers. She looked back up at Greg who was looking at her expectantly.

"Please Sara!" He pleaded as a last resort. "I'll never hear the end of it, if I cant get you to come with me."

"Ok."

"Ok?"

"Ok."

"Yes!" Greg exclaimed and started dancing a little victory dance.

"Where are we going?" She asked trying to suppress a laugh.

"This new place off the strip." He stopped his little dance and turned towards her again. "It just opened a couple of weeks ago. I hear they have live music there."

"Live music at a breakfast restaurant?"

"Well, yeah, it turns into some kind of bar/café/something at night. I don't really get the concept, but it should be fun." Greg shrugged.

"Ok. Give me the address and I'll meet you there when I finish here."

"Oh no!" Greg started gathering the evidence bags from the table.

"What are you doing?" Sara's mood changed from happy to pissed in seconds. "Stop that!"

"Shift was over 10 minutes ago. You need to get this back in lock-up. And we need to get going the others already left." He looked up from the table and saw how furious she was. He knew not to mess with Sara Sidle's evidence, but he also knew that if he let her stay alone with it and left without her, she would stay in the labs until their next shift started. So for once he tried bravery. "Come on, Foxy's waiting."

"Foxy?" Sara's mood changed back to happy.

"Yeah, that's the name of the place we're going to."

"Foxy." Sara stated and to Greg's big surprise she quickly but carefully put away the rest of the evidence, and motioned for him to go out the door.

At Foxy Nick, Warrick, Brass, Sofia, Brass and Catherine was waiting for Greg and Sara. It was a nice place with a comfortable atmosphere. It had a stage in one end for the musicians, and a couple of people was preparing for a band.

"You think he'll get her to come?" Nick asked no one in particular.

"Hope not." Catherine answered. "He's buying me breakfast if she doesn't." She looked at the others and realized how she could be misunderstood. "Not that I don't want Sara here." She tried to smooth over her previous statement. Not very successfully.

"Sure." Warrick laughed out and Brass nodded his head in agreement with the sarcasm. Nick just looked at his glass, because in all honesty Catherine scared him a little.

"What?" Catherine shot back. "I do want Sara here."

"Prove it." Warrick said.

"What?"

"Come on, Catherine." Sofia interjected. "Even the PD knows you two are like cat and dog. No pun intended."

Catherine stared at her in disbelief.

"Don't start a fight with her when she gets here." Warrick said and when she was about to interrupt, he held up a hand stopping her. "Just give the girl a chance and try to get to know her; that's all I'm saying."

Catherine thought about it a little before looking back at Warrick.

"Fine." Was all she had a chance to say before a piano started playing. They all looked towards the stage and saw a young woman sitting by the piano. She started talking over the music.

"Hi everybody. Or good morning I guess. Welcome to Foxy." She smiled at the people in the restaurant. "The band that is supposed to be up here playing are running a bit late, but don't worry they'll get here. Until then my brother has talked me into playing a couple of numbers for you. My name is Veronica and I hope you enjoy your breakfast and the music. This is you've got a friend."

Catherine stayed quiet listening to the music with a contemplating look on her face. She knew that everybody thought that she didn't like Sara. Most thought that it was because she had closed Eddie's case, but that wasn't it really. Sure she had been pissed at the time, but not because it was Sara; she would have done the same had it been any of the guys. She hadn't apologized to Sara though, but that had an entirely different reason. Catherine was getting older, she knew that. Granted, she did have a better body than most women her age, but the lines on her face was getting deeper and her body wasn't as firm as it used to be. Having Sara close by only reminded her of that. Catherine sometimes needed the attention men gave her when she walked up to them or past them. The appreciative glances boosted her confidence. It was a need she had had for as long as she could remember; a leftover from her dancing days.

Sara was young, gorgeous, intense and intelligent. Catherine knew that Sara was smarter than her, so Catherine had to be the most beautiful. She knew that her reasoning was far from well reasonable, but she was vain, that was her only excuse. She would do as Warrick had suggested, though. She would be nice to Sara today, and at least try to get to know more about her. She would try to bury the hatchet and not in Sara's back this time.

She turned back to the table and saw Sara and Greg standing by the entrance. She was just about to wave them over, when she saw the look on Sara's face. She was frozen in place staring at the lone figure on the stage and seemed lost in time. Slowly a smile spread across her face and Catherine watched in awe; that smile could light up a room. Sara mouthed a single word that Catherine couldn't quite get and just kept looking at the woman onstage and smiling.

Sara had heard her before she saw her. She would never forget that voice as long as she lived. Her and Greg was standing just inside the restaurant. Greg was looking around trying to locate their co-workers, but all she could do was stare at the stage. Slowly a smile formed on her face, she knew that she must be looking silly, but she didn't care much. She hadn't seen the other woman in ten years. The single word was out of her mouth before she even knew she had spoken it. "Foxy." And she smiled again, she had missed her.

Greg had finally seen the others and grabbed Sara by the arm shaking her out of her reverie. Catherine frowned at that, Sara had looked happy for once – and about something other than work for once. Couldn't he have let her have that a little longer?