Title: All I Need Author: Mini_Catherine Summary: Catherine/Sara Friendship & GSR. Sara realized that there's something wrong, and she turns to Catherine to help her, but is there really anything she can do? Grissom is also pulled into the picture, and he doesn't have a clue on what to do or say, as usual. Set: End of Season 7 - Begining of Season 8 Raiting: PG, for mild sexual references A/N: This is not all mushy-gooshy stuff. I'm trying to add some case file into it, but I may need help. PM me if you'd like to be co-story writers, as it is one of my first. Sara Sidle walked out of the bathroom again, clutching her stomach. Her hair was limply hanging in damp strings, her face was flused and sweaty, and her stomach was churning violently. This was only her thrid sick day in seven years of being with the Las Vegas Crime Lab, and she was sick enough to take it, yet, she still didn't know what was wrong. She then turned on her heel and ran back into the bathroom, emptying her stomach once again. Stepping out of the bathroom, Sara wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and walked through her deep purple livingroom that was connect with her kitchen. Actually, it was more of a "kitchen area," which she never used, any way. She stauntered over to her large desk in the corner of the room, near the seating area, and sifted through the papers and books until she came across a blue notepad. She flipped open the cover, then ran her finger along the paper until she stopped at one certin phone number. Sara picked up the phone on the desk, and punched in the numbers forcefully. The phone rang two and a half times before it was answered. "Hello," answered a fimilliar voice. "Hi," Sara responed, "it's Sara, is your mom there?" "Yeah, one sec," Sara heard the phone be laid down, "MOM! PHONE FOR YOU!" Sara waited, and finally, the phone was picked up, another one put down. "Hello," answered an almost seductive female voice. "Catherine, I have a problem." - TO BE CONTINUED - well, only if you guys like it.