Title: The Abduction
Author: Ann
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
Fandoms: CSI
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own no one.
Spoiler: Brief mention of the final scene in "Way to Go".
Summary: An assigned case takes an unexpected turn for Sara and life as she knows it is forever changed.

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Part 1

I awake from my dream bathed in sweat and gasping for breath. Shaking my head, I try to dispel the image of Grissom in my bed. What the fuck was that all about? Grissom is old news. In fact, he is prehistoric news. Now, Sofia is definitely another story. Hell, I wouldn't even care if she had on the same god awful shirt Grissom was wearing in my dream as long as she was in my bed. Of course, if I had my way, she wouldn't have it on for long.

Tossing and turning for the next few hours, I find I can't sleep for more than fifteen minutes at a time. Every time I drift off, Sofia's face keeps morphing into Grissom's. Just the thought of Grissom in my bed is enough to give me the heebie-jeebies.

Realizing sleep is not an option; I get up and put on my running clothes. I always feel so much better after I exercise. Maybe I can exorcise my Grissom dream as well.

A few hours later, I am somewhat rejuvenated and ready for work. Hopefully, I won't be paired with Grissom tonight. The memories of the dream are just too fresh, and I certainly don't welcome of any feelings they invoke. Maybe I can request to work with Greg. After all, it has been awhile since we last worked together, and he is so much more fun to be around.

The team assembles in the break room waiting for Grissom to grace us with his presence. The mood is light and carefree as the news of Brass' improved prognosis has cheered everyone up. It's hard to believe that just yesterday his life was hanging in the balance and all we could do was pray. At least we had each other to lean on for support, but I wonder who was there for Sofia. Did she have to go through the ordeal alone?

Grissom's arrival interrupts my musings as he begins to hand out the night's assignments. As luck would have it, I do indeed draw Greg. Grissom gives me one of those weird looks when I smile at the pairing. I really wish he would quit looking at me like that. My dreams certainly don't need any more Grissom fodder.

I glance at the slip on the way to the Denali. Damn it, a child abduction. This type of case has a tendency to work its way into my heart and soul. I just hope I can keep my perspective, but mostly my control. I pick up my pace and encourage Greg to do the same.

We arrive at the Bellagio and take the elevator to the penthouse floor. As the doors slide open, we find Sofia pacing back and forth. She instructs Greg to go inside and asks me to wait behind. I guess there must be some vital information I need to know about the case. Too bad this talk is not under better circumstances or because she is just happy to see me.

As we stand in the corridor, Sofia opens and closes her mouth a few times without saying a word. If her expression is any indication of the news she has to impart, then something catastrophic is definitely heading my way. When she reaches down to take my hand, I know for certain the world as I know it is about to rotate off its axis. Sofia is not a touchy-feely type of person. At least, she has never laid a finger on me, not that I would have minded.

Taking a deep breath, she lightly squeezes my hand and says "Sara, an eight year old girl has been abducted. As you can imagine, the mother, Linda Silverton, is very distraught. A man somehow gained access to her suite and took the little girl from her bed. The mother was asleep in the other room and woke after the child had already been taken. I have one of the patrolmen checking to see if video surveillance picked up anything. I figured you would want to take a copy back for Archie to study."

Okay, I don't get it. This is routine information. Why is Sofia so nervous about relating the specifics of this case? Granted, she knows the abduction of a child is definitely the type of case I take personally, but I don't usually come unglued until the middle or end of one of these cases. Why the kid glove treatment? It can't be someone I know. The only person I can think of who has a child is Catherine. Besides, Sofia said the mother's name was Linda something or other.

My questions are placed on hold as Greg comes back into the hall with what can only be described as a stunned expression. He barely makes eye contact with me as he says "Sara, er . . . I'm going to run back to the truck to get something . . . um . . . I'll be back in a few minutes." He quickly turns on his heels and heads for the elevator leaving Sofia holding my hand in the hallway. What in the world is going on? Looking for answers, I turn to the person who is clasping my hand tightly.

Sofia watches Greg go, but still has not given any indication as to why I am being left in the dark about something obviously significant. Judging from Greg's reaction, I'd say the answer lies in the penthouse. I immediately release Sofia's hand and make my way toward the door. As I step across the threshold, I hear Sofia calling "Sara, wait." Bullshit, I'm not waiting any longer. I'm getting to the bottom of this once and for all.

The woman on the couch has her head buried in her hands when I walk in. She seems very familiar, but how can that be? I study her physical characteristics and determine we are roughly the same build. We even have the same coloring as well as the same dark hair.

What did Sofia say her name was? Linda Silverman … no … Silverton, that's it. I step forward to introduce myself. "Mrs. Silverton, my name is Sara Sidle, and I work for the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I'd like to ask you a few questions, if I may."

Mrs. Silverton hesitates a few minutes before wiping the tears from her face. As she looks up at me with chocolate colored eyes, I reflexively take two steps back. Holy shit, it's as if I am looking into a mirror. Linda Silverton could be my twin.

 

Part 2

The two of us continue to stare at each other spellbound. If I didn't already know who I was, I would swear that was me sitting on the couch. This definitely ranks way up there on the weird and eerie meter. My doppelganger must think so too as she falls sideways on the couch in a dead faint.

Several nearby officers race to her side to render assistance while I stand stock-still observing the action. Talk about surreal; it's as if I am watching one man roll me onto my back, and another place a wet washcloth on my head.

I am barely aware of Sofia's presence next to me as she whispers softly in my ear, "Sara, let's go into the other room." She once again takes me by the hand, and with an arm around my waist, ushers me from the room. I glance back over my shoulder for one last look at the figure on the couch.

When we reach the bedroom, Sofia veers toward the sitting area and encourages me to take a seat on the small divan. Wordlessly, I comply with her instructions. She kneels down in front of me and says "Sara, I am so sorry I let you walk into this situation without warning. I just didn't quite know how to go about explaining to you that your twin was the victim's mother. I know how obsessed you get with these cases, and I wasn't sure how you would react to a relative's abduction. I didn't even know you had a twin."

What is she talking about? Surely, she doesn't think . . . Taking note of the serious expression on Sofia's face, I realize exactly what is going through her mind. I would probably think the same thing too if I wasn't already aware of my birth and subsequent miserable life.

"Sofia, I don't have a twin. I've never seen that woman before in my life. Though, I do have to admit the resemblance is uncanny." Sofia immediately blurts out "Uncanny? Sara, you look exactly like her right down to the birthmark on the inside of your upper left arm."

She has got to be kidding; that mark is barely visible. Sofia would have to be seriously checking me out to notice such a small detail. Has she been checking me out? Could she possibly be interested in me?

Get a grip, Sidle, there is no way she would ever think of you as girlfriend material. Get your head out of your ass and concentrate on the case.

As I start to reply to Sofia's ridiculous assumption, Catherine's voice filters in from the outer room saying "We'll just see about that." She appears in the doorway and addresses Sofia effectively ignoring me. "Sofia, Sara is playing games with me. She says she's not Sara. Did she hit her head or something?"

How can I possibly be playing games with her if we haven't exchanged more than two words since shift began? We argue often enough as it is. I certainly don't need her to conjure up some imaginary confrontation. I look to Sofia for some help with the hallucinating Catherine.

Sofia doesn't say a word. She merely stands and moves out of the way so that Catherine has an unobstructed view of me. Surprised, Catherine looks at me and then back to the den area. Her jaw drops to the floor as she mutters "Sara?"

Now I get it, she must have had an argument with my clone. I smile as I realize this must be Catherine's worse nightmare, two Sara Sidles.

Sofia explains that she had paged Catherine and asked for assistance during her initial meeting with Mrs. Silverton. Sofia did not go into any details and evidently Catherine missed Greg downstairs. Like me, she walked into the scene totally unprepared for what she would find.

After discussing the specifics of the case, I decide to let Catherine take the lead. Together, we return to the room, and Catherine begins to question Mrs. Silverton.

Mother and daughter arrived back in the room around 10:00 p.m. They had been to the Treasure Island hotel to watch the Cirque du Soleil presentation, Mystère. The daughter, Natalie, was exhausted from the day's events and went straight to bed. Linda Silverton watched TV for about thirty minutes and then also retired for the night after checking in on Natalie. She heard a noise around 11:30 p.m. and went to investigate. The door to the penthouse was wide open, and Natalie was nowhere to be found.

My presence seems to unnerve Mrs. Silverton so I offer to process the child's room hoping the old adage 'out of sight, out of mind' holds true for both of us. Greg agrees to assist me, and I have to wonder if he wasn't sent by Catherine to keep an eye on me.

I dust for fingerprints while Greg checks the bed for fibers. Working near the headboard, I find myself drawn to the picture on the nightstand. I carefully dust it and only then do take note of the subjects in the photo, two women and a little girl. I lean closer to get a better view.

There I am . . . I mean Mrs. Silverton is with her arms wrapped around a petite redhead. The child is nestled in the lap of the redhead, and all three appear to be very happy. I get a sense of a family-type atmosphere when I look at the three together.

After avoiding the inevitable for as long as I can, I finally zero in on the little girl. She looks exactly like her mother which in turn means she looks exactly like me. I swallow and hold the tears at bay as I realize if I had a daughter, she could very well resemble this child, this child who has been taken from her mother and could be in a great deal of danger.

The sound of a voice being cleared interrupts my thought process. I look up to find Catherine, Sofia, and Greg watching me or rather staring at me. I can't tell who is more unbalanced by the recent turn of events, me or them. Sofia steps forward, and it becomes apparent by her atypical fidgeting, she has been nominated the spokesperson for the other two. I guess Greg is too close to me, and Catherine is afraid she'll say something to piss me off.

"Sara, the three of us would like for you to consider something you will probably think is a bit radical. It is clear neither you nor Mrs. Silverton knew of each other until today, but it is also obvious you two must be related in some way. How would you feel about testing your DNA against hers?"

Stunned, I respond the only way I know how by vehemently striking out at the three of them. "How can you people be considering such a ludicrous idea when there is a little girl somewhere out there whose life is in danger? Time is of the essence; we can't afford to be fooling around playing science games. We have to find her. We have to find her!" Tears are streaming down my face as I end my tirade. The three exchange worried glances before Greg and Catherine leave the room closing the door behind them.

Sofia steps toward me and softly says "Sara, we believe the father is the one who has her. Video picked up a man wearing a ski mask entering the penthouse and leaving with the girl who appeared to be sound asleep. An officer immediately brought it to the lab to be processed and studied. Archie says he is the same size and build of the father. The two have been divorced for almost a year, and Mrs. Silverton believes he has taken Natalie in order to receive money he thinks he is entitled to. She says he won't harm the girl, and Brass already has a solid lead on the guy."

I completely lose it and break down as Sofia pulls me into an embrace. What is wrong with me? Why do I feel such a strong connection to this kid? I hold on tightly to Sofia and let it all out. I can be embarrassed later. Right now, I'm just thankful for the strong arms encircling me; making me feel safe.

 

Part 3

My tear ducts have finally dried up and my breathing has returned to normal, but I can't quite bring myself to release Sofia. Never before have I been comforted by the physical touch of another. In the past, I was left to my own devices to deal with any pain or anguish. I honestly didn't realize what I was missing until this very moment.

How am I going to explain my extreme reaction? I don't think 'Sorry, Sofia, but I guess I'm just a big titty baby' would be very appropriate seeing as how mine happen to be currently smashed against hers, and they feel oh so good by the way. I selfishly hold for a tit, I mean, a bit longer.

Keeping my head down, I am finally able to pull away and quietly apologize for my meltdown. Sofia places her hand under my chin and gently raises my head. When our eyes meet, she says "Sara, don't be embarrassed. You are under a great deal of stress. It's not everyday you walk into a scene where your tw… um … look alike is the victim. Catherine should have dismissed you from the case."

I start to protest, but Sofia places her hand over my lips. God, her fingers are so soft. I almost miss her next words as I revel in her touch. "Sara, I think you should go through with the testing. If we just take a swab, we can find out if the two of you are related. Aren't you in the least bit curious?"

There is a distinct difference between curiosity and fear. Of course, I'm curious as to how someone can look so much like me, but at the same time, I am afraid to find out the reason. I've managed just fine all these years on my own with my convicted mother as my only relative. I'm not so sure I want to know if there are any more of us out there.

After lightly knocking on the door, Catherine walks in and apologizes for the interruption. She informs us that Mrs. Silverton is more than curious about me and would like to go ahead with the DNA testing if I am agreeable to the idea. I hesitate before nodding my assent.

Catherine steps forward and carefully swabs my mouth. I can't help but notice a slight tremor in her hand. What is she nervous about? I'm the one who should be scared shitless. I glance over to see Sofia glaring at Catherine almost daring her to say something inappropriate. Ah, so that explains the shakes. Catherine closes the lid over the swab and quietly leaves the room.

Hmm, I wonder if I can talk Sofia into being my permanent bodyguard. It would definitely be a full time job keeping Catherine in line. Personally, I would be most agreeable to Sofia guarding my body any time she gets the urge.

As Sofia and I exit the bedroom, a uniformed officer swiftly approaches us. He informs Sofia that Brass has the father in custody. He was picked up at the airport near the Swiss Air ticket counter, but the girl was not with him. The manifest of the last flight out from the terminal listed ten children. Two of them were eight year old girls, Jane Adams and Amy Martin. Both were accompanied by their parents.

The plane was already ninety minutes into the flight, and since there was not sufficient evidence that the girl was on board, the airline would not recall the flight. The big question remains as to why the father wasn't on board.

It seems Nick came across his name, Terry Silverton, on one of the later flights. No other passengers were listed with him, so evidently he was scheduled to fly out alone. What could he have possibly done with his daughter? There has to be an accomplice or two involved in his scheme. Hopefully, all will be revealed in the interrogation.

An officer stays behind with Mrs. Silverton while the rest of us head back to the lab. Greg is going to personally run the DNA samples while Sofia and Catherine go over to the police station for the interrogation of Terry Silverton. I get the distinct impression I am about to be left out of the loop.

In a totally out of character move, I plead with Catherine and Sofia to take me with them. Catherine adamantly refuses while Sofia appears to give the plea some thought. I immediately turn all my attention to the one person who is somewhat on my side. "Sofia, I just want to listen. I promise to stay behind the glass. You can even handcuff me to the table."

Her eyebrow rises at my last suggestion, and there is a flicker of something in her eyes before she takes on her usual stoic expression. I store that bit of information away for later as I pull out all stops by using the one word foreign to my vocabulary. "Please, Sofia."

I walk into the viewing room with a huge smile on my face. Catherine and Sofia exchanged words concerning my presence, but Sofia finally prevailed. I might actually win a few more arguments with Catherine if Sofia were around more often.

I move closer to the window awaiting the arrival of Terry Silverton. The door behind me opens, and I turn to greet the visitor. Sofia is leaning against the door facing with a pair of handcuffs dangling from her finger.

With a smirk on her face, she asks "Am I going to need these or are you going to behave yourself?" Oh my God, the images this particular scenario provokes has me clamping my legs together tightly. I have to keep myself from glancing at the table surface in question. Swallowing, I squeak out "I promise to be good." Inwardly, I want to ask what she plans to do with me if I did misbehave.

Smiling, Sofia answers "I'm going to hold you to it" before pushing off from the facing and leaving the room. As she shuts the door behind her, I release the breath I didn't even realize I was holding.

This latest encounter keeps replaying in my head as I pace around the room keeping my distance from the sturdy table in the center. Every now and then I study it and keep coming to the same conclusion. It can definitely withstand our combined weight. Arrgggh, why did Sofia have to go and put those thoughts in my head?

My libidinous notions will have to wait for another day as I notice movement in the interrogation room. Turning on the audio monitor, I step up to the glass as Catherine takes a seat at the table. Sofia enters next followed by two seemingly arrogant men in business suits. Sofia moves to the chair next to Catherine as the two men sit on the other side of the table.

Sofia begins the questioning with "Mr. Silverton, would you mind telling us exactly what you are doing in Las Vegas?" One of the men smiles as he says "Mr. Silverton will be more than happy to answer all of your questions after her has had the opportunity to speak to his ex-wife alone. No one can be present in the adjacent viewing room either. He wants complete and total privacy."

Catherine explains it may take some time to arrange such a meeting. She smiles as she adds "We know you are the one who abducted the child. Fibers and fingerprints from your car confirm the child was with you. I'm sure a judge would show a little leniency if you would tell us where the child is." The bastard just smiles and shakes his head no.

A uniformed officer escorts Terry Silverton from the interrogation room back to a holding cell. The lawyer leaves his cell number and demands to be contacted when the meeting takes place. He wants to ensure no one is listening in the viewing room. The shyster hands Sofia his card and exits the room as well.

Sofia glances at the mirror and shakes her head. She and Catherine leave the room to points unknown while I sit down in a nearby chair and try to make sense of Silverton's strategy. Why would he want to talk to his ex? Is he somehow trying for a ransom of some kind?

A hand on my shoulder almost causes me to fall from the chair. Looking up, I meet Sofia's blue eyes. "Shit, Sofia. Give me a little warning next time. You almost gave me a heart attack."

Sofia smiles and replies "Sara, I called your name several times, and you didn't respond. I'm sorry I frightened you. Um . . . listen, . . . um . . . Greg has the results of the DNA tests, and he wants me to bring you to Catherine's office."

Glancing at my watch, I note several hours have past since we split up. Damn that was fast. Well, I guess Greg did say he was going to process the tests himself. I may as well get up and face the music. Now, if I can only get my legs to cooperate.

As I make the attempt to stand, I realize I'm about to get some potentially earth shattering news while in the presence of Sofia, Greg, and Catherine. I really don't care to have Catherine witness another potential meltdown, and I certainly don't need her to have any more ammunition against me. I wonder who else was invited to the unveiling.

Sitting back down, I turn to Sofia and ask "Why Catherine's office?" She calmly answers "Because she is on her way to talk to Mrs. Silverton and Greg thought we would have more privacy." How very thoughtful of my friend, Greg, who conveniently vanished the last time I got upset.

Making up my mind to remain in this very spot, I say "Sofia, if you know the results I would rather you tell me right here and right now. I want to hear it from you." She softly asks "Are you sure?" I answer with a resounding yes as my inner self strongly disagrees.

Never breaking eye contact, Sofia kneels down on one knee before me. I can think of another reason why I would want her on bended knee, but unfortunately this is not the case. Instead, I am afraid she is about rock my world and not in a good way.

Taking a steadying breath, she says "Sara, you and Linda Silverton have the same genotype. You are identical twins. There is no mistake. Greg went over everything twice with a fine toothed comb. Your DNA is identical."

How can that be? I would know if I had a twin, wouldn't I? Surely my parents would have said something even if it was just one of the hurtful barbs they always threw my way. I know I favor both of them so they have to be my natural parents. That would mean Linda was what? Adopted, given away, or . . . oh shit . . . sold?

The air in the room suddenly becomes too thin as I find myself gasping for breath. Sofia immediately stands and pushes my head between my knees. She gently rubs my back and says "Sara, slow down. Take deep breaths. C'mon now, you can do it. Relax, that's it, just relax."

I close my eyes tightly and try not to throw up. Instead, I concentrate on Sofia's soothing voice. Combined with the process of inhaling and exhaling deeply, my breathing cadence finally approaches normal. After several more minutes, I am able to lift my head while I rest my elbows on my thighs.

Sitting quietly, I try to wrap my mind around this double whammy with emphasis on the double. Could we be looking at a cold case abduction? How ironic would it be for both mother and daughter to have been abducted?

Okay, Sara, first things first. We have to find Natalie then we can investigate how Linda and I came to be separated. I need to put all my efforts into finding the niece I didn't even know I had.

Sofia breaks through my thoughts by asking "Are you okay?" Exhaling loudly, I jokingly say "Yeah, but there's no way we're auditioning for one of those Doublemint commercials." After a brief pause, Sofia's laughter fills the room as I can't help but join in. Greg walks in as we are both doubled over in uncontrollable laughter.

Greg turns toward Sofia and says "Sofia, you were supposed to bring Sara to Catherine's office." She looks at Greg and says "I know" as she continues with her laughing fit. Disgusted, Greg walks over to me and says "Sara, I completed the DNA test."

Trying to regain control, I reply "I know. I hear I get to celebrate Twin Day this year." I lose my straight face as I break up once again. Greg watches the two of us before he starts to smile. Several minutes later, all three of us have lost total control.

There's nothing like a good laugh to break the intensity of a situation and give you some much needed perspective. I think I'm going to need all the help I can get to deal with my very complicated situation.

 

Part 4

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I watch as my two laughing cohorts do the same. I have always heard a good scream is the ideal cathartic release of emotion, but for me, laughter seems to be the best medicine. It's even more rewarding when it is experienced with friends. Greg has always been considered a friend, but Sofia is inching her way into becoming a true confidante.

The three of us leave the viewing room back in full control following our little trip into 'uncontrollable laughter land.' Since the case is at a temporary standstill, Greg and I decide to go back to the lab. Maybe we can dig up some more dirt on Terry Silverton. At the very least, we should be able to put together a list of possible co-conspirators.

As we are on our way out of the building, Sofia calls out to us. She has received a phone call from Catherine requesting our immediate presence at the hotel. Before I can respond, Sofia takes my hand and leads me out the door. I decide not to protest and follow wherever she leads. Carole King definitely had the right idea with that song of hers.

Twenty minutes later, we meet Catherine outside the penthouse suite. She informs us Linda's partner has arrived, and the two of them have quite the story to tell. In a rare act of intimacy, Catherine reaches out and puts her hand on my forearm as she says "Sara, I didn't tell her the results of the test. I thought you should be the one to give her the news." I nod my thanks as she gives my arm a light squeeze.

Composing myself, I knock on the door and enter as Catherine and Sofia follow; apparently allowing me to take the lead. The three of us walk into the den area where Linda and her partner are sitting close together on the couch. Linda sucks in her breath when she sees me alerting her partner to my presence. The redhead turns toward me and blurts out "Holy Mary, Mother of God." I barely catch myself from answering "no, not even close."

Introductions are made, and the five of us take a seat. The redhead now has a name, Lucy O'Connor. She has begun to weave the tale of their story, and I am given a temporary reprieve in delivering my message to my twin.

Linda and Lucy met in college and fell in love, but Linda didn't want to disappoint or embarrass her mom and dad since the elder Silverton's were quite wealthy and very well known in the LA social circle. Putting their heads together, the two hatched a scheme whereby they would find someone to marry Linda, and Lucy would be hired as her personal assistant. Terry Silverton became the perfect choice.

Terry was a local playboy from a rich family. He had no intention of getting married, but his father was threatening to cut him off if he didn't settle down. A pact was made between the three and they lived happily, separately ever after until Terry's family lost most of their money in a bad investment. Terry blackmailed Linda into giving him spending money, and once again, things were going well for the most part.

The main exception being the one night Terry came home drunk when Lucy was out of town. He began to tease and taunt Linda about being gay, telling her if she was ever fucked by a real man, she would jump the fence without ever looking back. She tried to walk out, but he grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall, eventually raping her with Natalie being the end result. Terry continued to verbally abuse her throughout the marriage, but he never physically touched her again. Of course, Lucy did threaten to kill him if he ever laid another hand on Linda.

Terry still accompanied Linda to the obligatory public appearances, but Lucy was always waiting in the wings. As far as the child was concerned, he completely ignored Natalie and was content for Linda and Lucy to raise the child. As long as he received his spending allowance, he stayed out of their way.

Eighteen months ago, Linda's parents were killed in a private plane crash. Linda inherited the entire family fortune, and Terry decided to up the ante on his blackmail scheme. He made one major miscalculation; Linda didn't care what other people thought of her relationship with Lucy. She was only protecting her parents so when Terry came to her with his new proposal, she filed both divorce papers and a restraining order.

With no prenuptial agreement, poor Terry was left out in the cold; however, Linda decided to give him a two million dollar lump sum to dissuade him from causing any trouble. It seemed to work as he didn't even bother trying to get custody of Natalie because he never wanted her in the first place. The two haven't heard from him since the divorce became final.

Lucy winds down by adding "Linda is intimidated by Terry. Ever since the rape, she has a difficult time being alone with him. I don't want her anywhere near that man."

Linda sits up and quietly says "If it means finding Natalie, I can do it. I have to do it."

Taking Linda's hand, Lucy softly replies "What if he says something that triggers a bad memory? You know how adept he is at pushing all your buttons. I don't want you hurt. There's got to be another way."

As I watch the two of them, I can't help but feel a little envy. What I wouldn't give to have someone look at me with such love and devotion. Turning my head toward my colleagues, I find two sets of twinkling eyes on me. Instinctively I look down to see if there is something wrong with my clothes. Nope, so what's with the looks?

Grinning, Catherine decides to reveal the secret first as she says "What if Sara went to talk to Terry instead of Linda?" My jaw drops at her suggestion. Is she nuts? I don't even know the guy. How in the world could I pull something like that off?

I look to Sofia for help only to find her sporting an identical grin. Looking over at Lucy and Linda, I find Lucy grinning as well, but Linda is as surprised as I am. I guess we must be related seeing as we're the only sane people in this room.

The three crazy people adjourn to the other room to talk strategy leaving us 'twins' alone to discuss the results of the DNA test. I have to say it is very uncomfortable sitting across from 'me.' I wonder how long it will take to get used to this mirror image thing.

After a few moments of awkward silence, I finally begin to outline the results of the test by first explaining the process involved and how the number of common alleles determine how closely two people are related. I also point out that no two people can have the exact DNA unless they are identical twins.

Linda doesn't wait for me to finish as she says "We have the same DNA, don't we?" I nod my head and answer yes as well giving us both double confirmation of what we subconsciously already knew. Well actually, I guess we were consciously aware of the fact the minute we laid eyes on each other.

Neither of us remembers our parents ever making mention of another child, and poor Linda didn't even know she was adopted. The only thing our lives seem to have in common was that we grew up in the same state.

Both of us agree to concentrate on Natalie's return before delving into the reason for our separation. We do, however, plan to dig and dig until we find the answers to our many questions. Curious, Linda asks if I could just tell her a few things about my childhood.

After a few questions, I skillfully steer the conversation away from our parents. I don't think now is a good time for Linda to find out what mother did to dear ol' dad, and she definitely doesn't need to hear about my abusive childhood. Instead, we discuss her life with Terry in case this harebrained scheme of me posing as Linda comes to fruition.

 

Part 5

Standing in front of the mirror, I can hardly believe the image being reflected nor get over how well everything fits. This damn Armani suit coupled with these Prada shoes cost more than all the car parts I need to purchase to restore my Jeep. At least I'm not being made to wear one of Linda's many skirts. I would have had to sneak home and shave my legs if that were the case.

I sure hope the powers that be know what they are doing. Personally, I think this is a form of entrapment, but the DA has signed off on it. At least everyone is more concerned about getting Natalie back than building a case against Terry Silverton. It's refreshing to see priorities are being set straight for once.

Now it's up to me to pull off this charade. I'll have to be on my best behavior that's for sure because I'm fairly certain Linda's normal reaction would not include jumping over the table and throttling the guy. In fact, I'm a little surprised at how very different we seem to be.

Sofia walks in to give me some last minute instructions, but not before looking me over and letting out a wolf whistle. Whoa, if I had known I would get this kind of reaction from her, I would let my Jeep sit under the tarp for the rest of the year and spend my hard earned money on one of these outfits instead. After all, my Jeep has been neglected for quite some time as it is. It would be worth the extra delay if I were to receive this kind of attention from Sofia more often.

I am taken by surprise when she steps into my space and proceeds to straighten my collar. Making the attempt to look nonchalant, I put my hands in my pants pockets before they can position themselves on her hips. Sofia finishes adjusting my collar and says "You look very nice, Sara. If you can control that temper of yours, I think you will be able to pull this thing off." My reply comes in the form of a snort.

In a seemingly natural move, Sofia reaches down and takes both of my hands before replying "Okay, no hands in the pockets. Linda is quite a bit more femme than you so I don't think she would ever strike that particular pose. It's more of a butch position, don't you agree?"

Is that some kind of rhetorical question? I certainly hope so because I have no intention of answering it. Besides, she now has piqued my curiosity as to why she is comparing me to a butch. Could it be wishful thinking on her part? If so, I can just whip out my butch card and put an end to the question once and for all.

Speaking of questions, why is still holding my hands and better yet, why is she stroking her thumb across the backs of them? I don't think she is even aware of what she is doing.

Looking into her eyes, I am surprised by what I find. There is a definite gleam of desire, and I take the opportunity to step closer to her. Testing the waters, I lean my head forward. She tilts her head and closes her eyes to accommodate me. As our lips are millimeters from each other, the door to the locker room opens, and the two of us spring apart as if shocked by an electrical current.

Lucy strides into the room totally unaware she has interrupted our intimate moment. If I could find a soundproof room, I would test that cathartic scream theory because laughter is not even close to the best medicine in this case. In fact, I think I would deck anyway who thought this was remotely funny.

Walking up to us, Lucy says "I really wish I could go in there with you, Sara. Between the two of us, we'd have Terry singing like a canary." She laughs as she adds "Of course, he would only be able to hit the high chirps after we'd finished with him."

Sofia nervously laughs before saying "Um, I should leave the two of you to finalize your strategy. I'll be waiting for you over at the station." She strides out without making eye contact or uttering another word. Crap, what have I done?

Lucy and I go over Linda's typical behavior around Terry one more time, and she once again cautions me to avoid eye contact with him as much as possible. As we leave the locker room, Lucy says "As much as I would enjoy it, try not to punch him out, okay?"

We make our way over to the police station and stand outside the interrogation room. Everyone agreed Terry would suspect something if Lucy didn't accompany Linda to the station, and naturally, Lucy can't wait to confront the bastard. She points out it would be out of character if she said nothing. No shit, this woman definitely speaks her mind.

I glance down the corridor in time to see Sofia coming around the corner with Terry and his asshole lawyer. Lucy immediately grabs my hand pulling me close, and I have to keep myself from jerking my hand back. Funny, I don't have the same reflexive reaction whenever Sofia takes my hand.

Terry begins to smirk as soon as he notices me. Following my coaching tips, I go against my natural instinct to stare back, and instead, duck my head to avoid eye contact.

Lucy immediately strikes out at him when they draw near. "You, son of a bitch, what have you done with Natalie?" Sofia steps between the two and cautions Lucy to settle down. Terry laughs, but doesn't say a word. The lawyer laughs as well as he walks down the hall and enters the adjacent viewing room.

Sofia opens the door to the nearby interrogation room and motions for Terry and me to enter. He smiles and says "Ladies, first." I clench my fists to keep myself from knocking that cocky grin off his face. Staying in character, I take a tentative step toward the room.

As I take a second step, Lucy pulls me back toward her and embraces me. Releasing me, she takes my face in her hands and gently kisses my lips. Stunned, I turn back toward the room, but not before catching the expression on Sofia's face. A very jealous expression I might add.

Before the door closes behind us, Lucy says "Don't worry, baby. I'll be right here waiting for you." I barely pick up a muttered "me too" from Sofia. Maybe there's hope for me yet.

Concentrating on the task on hand, I walk to the table and take a seat waiting for Terry to unveil the reason for this meeting. He struts to the other side and plops down in the chair. Putting his feet up on the table top, he says "Okay, bitch. Here's the plan."

 

Part 6

My hands are clenched so tightly that my short fingernails are cutting into my palms. How am I going to sit here and listen passively to this dickhead? As I glance to the mirror and remember who is on the other side, I force myself to relax my hands just in case the scumbag lawyer picks up on my body language.

Evidently I am spot on with Linda's lack of response because Terry doesn't even falter as he lays out the plan. I listen to each and every word of his scheme, and it seems he has definitely done his homework.

Terry is asking for twenty five million dollars to be wired to a Swiss bank account. He is well aware of the fact that Linda set up specific guidelines when a significant amount of money is to be transferred. The main one being she must be present at the sending end of the transfer.

The procedure can only be changed with a request in writing by Linda, and then the change would be made after a ten day waiting period, no matter the reason. As a precautionary measure, Terry has an accomplice who will be closely monitoring the activity to be sure no changes are made to the initial guidelines.

Since Terry's family has had some serious banking problems in the past, he purposely set up the receiving account to require either he or Linda be present at the exchange. With Linda's name on the account, the bank had no problems approving any transfers.

After outlining the plan, Terry adds "When the money has been successfully wired, you will be sent a message by another one of my colleagues informing you of Natalie's whereabouts. By the way, this second colleague will be monitoring the Swiss bank's activities. If the exchange is not made by four o'clock PDT tomorrow, you will never see Natalie again."

Folding his arms over his chest, he cockily says "Pretty ingenious, huh? There's no way you can be in two places at one time, so you'll have to use your connections to get me out of here. I need to be in Switzerland in time for the exchange to take place."

Terry rises from his chair and moves toward the mirror. Smiling into the glass, he says "My attorney will be expecting your call. I'd say you have a couple of hours to get the ball rolling." Walking toward the door, he pauses with his hand on the knob and adds "I'll be waiting." He opens the door and tells Sofia he's ready to go back to his holding cell.

Lucy immediately enters the room and says "Sar …" I quickly jump from the chair and pretend to cry as I hug her close. I whisper in her ear "The lawyer may still be in the other room. Let's wait until we're sure he's gone before saying anything." She must understand because she holds me tight and offers reassuring words.

Thirty minutes later, Catherine, Sofia, and I join Lucy and Linda back at the penthouse suite. We have to figure out what we're going to do with this latest demand. Several minutes of silence pass as we each try to come up with a game plan.

With the growling of Lucy's stomach, Linda moves to the phone to order room service. She insists we will think better if we have a bite to eat. I'd rather have a stiff drink, but I hold my tongue for now.

I surreptitiously watch her as she picks up the phone to place the order. I guess I was so focused on our similarities I haven't taken the time to look at our differences. She exudes a sense of style and grace whereas I am about as far from chic as you can get and certainly less refined.

I take note of her hands as she talks on the phone to the room service operator. They are the same size as mine, but hers appear to be soft and callous free. Her fingers are manicured and sport several rings.

Glancing at my rough and calloused hands, I view my short fingernails and unadorned fingers. I smile as I think about the times these hands have been covered in grease and motor oil. I have a feeling Linda wouldn't be caught dead under the hood of a car.

My musings are brought to a halt as Sofia and Catherine have come up with some sort of plan in which Lucy seems to be in favor of. I zoom into the conversation that more than likely revolves around Linda and me. When this is all over with, I am keeping the three of them away from each other for the sake of both Linda and my sanity.

Lucy jumps up and leaves the room while Catherine jots down a timeline of sorts. Linda and I take a seat and await the manifestation of the plan. Sofia leans forward and begins to outline the details.

My eyes take on a mind of their own as soon as they realize Sofia's top buttons are undone. I am presented with an absolutely lovely view of a low cut silky bra. I force my eyes away from the sight as my imagination can take it just fine from here.

Now Linda is nodding at the plan. Damn it, I really need to pay attention. As Lucy runs back into the room with a passport in her hand, I focus in on the timeline. The light finally goes on in my head as I realize what the four of them have in mind. Thinking back to my conversation with Terry, I find he was terribly mistaken. Linda can indeed be in two places at one time.

We finally decide Linda needs to be the one at this end of the transfer since the accomplice may somehow work for the bank. The way Terry spoke of him leads me to believe he would actually view the transfer in person. The second guy was mentioned as checking to see if the transfer took place. I believe he is somehow using a computer to monitor the activity. Let's just hope I'm right.

I am apparently not allowed to travel alone since Sofia has insisted she accompany me. Linda wants us to take her private jet, but Catherine is worried it might raise suspicion. Instead, she charters another jet using Lucy's name. I don't think she is being watched closely enough for someone to pick up on the second jet.

After our quick meal, Linda escorts me to her bedroom to pick out some appropriate clothes for me to wear. I sure hope I don't get used to these designer digs because I am pretty sure they would clash with my overalls.

Thirty minutes and three outfits later, Linda and I return to the den. It's time for Sofia and me to pack a few other things before heading to the airport. Catherine is going to contact all the appropriate personnel to inform them of the plan. She will also coordinate the timetable, and we will all check in with her at each phase of the plan. We say our goodbyes and step into the elevator.

Halfway down, Sofia utters "Oh shit." Catherine and I both turn to her as she explains "Terry will know something is up when he doesn't get released. We will be able to keep him under wraps, but what about the lawyer? How will we keep him in line?"

Catherine gives one of her shit eating trademark smiles and says "Leave the lawyer to me."

 

Part 7

Sofia and I arrive at the airport in Linda's private limo. The driver takes us right up to the plane where we are met by the pilots and flight attendant. Each greets us and insists on carrying our bags on board. We both grudgingly agree and follow the two up the steps to the plane. As I reach the top step, I turn to find the seats. Holy shit, we're not in Kansas anymore, Toto.

The inside of the Gulfstream IV looks very much like a narrow version of the den area in the penthouse. There are comfortable looking chairs and a couple of couches along with a few tables. The small area located in the back of the plane is setup for the flight attendant, and the front of the cabin is set off from the rear by a partition. I'm normally not too keen on flying, but I think this trip is going to be quite bearable especially with Sofia as my flight buddy.

Our flight attendant, Aaron, stows our luggage and asks if we would like anything before departure. We both decline as we sit in the chairs designated for takeoff. He promises to check back with us once more before takeoff.

Lucy checked on all the recently opened accounts in Linda's name and found the account in question at the Swiss National Bank in Zürich. Now we know our specific destination, and in a mere nine or ten hours, we will arrive.

Let's see that will put us at the Hotel Baur Au Lac Zürich around 10:00 a.m. CEST. Since Las Vegas is nine hours behind Zürich, we will need to be at the bank at 5:00 p.m. for the transfer. That should give us plenty of time to check in and rest for awhile. I just hope my body is able to adapt quickly to this time change.

My thoughts are placed on hold as Sofia says "Damn, Sara. Can you imagine living like this all the time? Staying in penthouse suites, jetting around the world in this type of luxury, wearing designer clothes, and basically, have the ability to do anything you desire." Grinning widely, she adds "I'm going to enjoy every minute of this trip."

Hmm, I could go for the bit about doing anything you desire that's for sure; however, I think I would like to go one step further with 'do anyone you desire.' I wonder what Sofia's feelings are on the subject since neither one of us has spoken of the 'almost' kiss episode.

We really do need to talk about it. Maybe I can broach the subject when we are at 45,000 feet, then I won't have to be embarrassed the rest of my life if she rejects me. I can just jump out of the plane.

Aaron comes back to tell us we will takeoff in a few minutes. He reminds us to buckle our seatbelts and to stay in our seats until the captain gives the all clear signal. We thank him as he once again moves to the rear of the plane. I can't help but wonder what this trip has in store for the two of us.

Several minutes later, the captain informs us we have been cleared for takeoff. I pop a piece of gum in my mouth and close my eyes. I really hate takeoffs.

When I am absolutely certain we are airborne, I crack one eye open and glance over at Sofia. Here eyes are shut tightly, and it appears as if she is experiencing some pain. I quickly open my other eye to get a better look. Damn, how can she be so beautiful even with a grimace on her face?

Even though we haven't been given the go ahead, I unbuckle my seatbelt and kneel next to Sofia. As I touch her hand, her eyes snap open, and she probably would have jumped out of her seat if her seatbelt wasn't keeping her in place. "Hey, it's okay. I didn't mean to frighten you, but I was worried about you. Are you feeling okay?"

She attempts to smile through the pain as she says "I have a horrible earache. I guess the pressure built up too fast." I take her hand and instruct her to hold her nose with her free hand while inhaling deeply and exhaling by blowing out a few times.

After a few exhalations, she squeezes my hand and offers her thanks. I smile and return to my seat. My twisted mind immediately fills with images of me blowing the air into Sofia's mouth for her. Sort of like a CPR only with the victim alive and kicking. I wonder if I could use my tongue to help clear her airway.

Now it's my turn to be startled as Aaron arrives on the scene and asks if we'd like some refreshments. I never saw him until he was right in front of me. I guess I was too focused on my daydream. Sofia laughs and orders a beer for both of us with hopes it will settle our nerves.

We take our beers and move to the small couches located directly across from each other. Settling down, we enjoy a few sips before slipping into conversation about the case. Sofia feels Natalie is being held somewhere near Las Vegas since Terry indicated Linda would be able to go get her. I point out Linda has the means to go anywhere at anytime so Natalie could be held in any number of places.

It's nice to have a discussion with someone where tempers don't flair when there is a disagreement over something. Everyone else I have had a difference of opinion with always takes it personally and begins an argument. I truly enjoy the relationship I have with Sofia. I just wish it were a little more on the personal side.

Sofia laughs as she talks about Lucy. My sister certainly has her hands full with that one. I can't wait to get to know more about both of them. Hopefully, it will be under happier circumstances.

Shaking my head, I agree wholeheartedly with Sofia's assessment of Lucy. She definitely is a loving and loyal partner not to mention highly protective of Linda.

Taking the last swig of my beer, I add "You have to admit she is damn smart too. I would never have thought of booking Terry on the next flight out in case one of his accomplices is monitoring the airlines, and Linda's pretty sharp as well by using her contacts to list Terry on the flight manifest. These two would be hard to beat if they ever turned to a life of crime."

Aaron returns with some chips and salsa along with new bottles of beer. This guy is quickly becoming one of my favorite people. He places the refreshments on the small table between us and takes his leave. Sofia and I immediately lean forward and dig in. I don't allow my eyes the opportunity to take in Sofia's lovely assets and instead focus on the salsa.

Sufficiently full, we lean back and finish our beer in silence. I don't think I'm going to last much longer without sleep. After this beer, I'll suggest we try to get some shut-eye.

I take the last swig just as Sofia asks "Sara, if Lucy hadn't come into the locker room, would you have kissed me?"

I promptly spew beer all over myself. Good thing I chose to wear my own clothes on the flight over because I wouldn't know the first thing about removing beer stains from Armani.

 

Part 8

Sofia quickly leaps from her couch and moves to my side where she immediately starts daubing my shirt and pants with napkins. Thank God the beer is cold because Sofia pushing against different body parts is causing a heated reaction. In fact, I'm surprised there isn't steam coming off me.

Aaron saves the day when he arrives with a towel. He refrains from mimicking Sofia's actions and simply hands over the towel. Before excusing himself, he points me toward the restroom area and tells me to yell if I need anything else. I squeak out a quick thanks to him as Sofia applies a little too much pressure on my nipple area.

Giving her a glare, I grab her hands before they can cause any more damage. I really don't want to test my theory of spontaneous combustion at this time. Besides, she was getting dangerously close to finding my nipple ring.

I hand Sofia the towel to wipe up the surrounding area while I go to find Aaron. There is no way I am going to last another eight hours smelling like a brewery. He shows me to the restroom area which is equipped with a sink and small shower. Pointing out the linen closet, he leaves to retrieve my small carryon.

Placing the lid down on the toilet, I take a seat and await Aaron's return. A few minutes later, there is a knock on the door and my luggage is slipped through a small crack. I close the door and lock it before removing my shoes and peeling off my clothes. Turning on the shower, I step into the cold spray, the very cold spray. I don't plan to fly in a somewhat horny state either.

Clean and outfitted in fresh jeans and shirt, I leave the restroom area. Aaron must have been watching for me because he offers to take my luggage and soiled clothing. I once again thank him as I head back to the scene of the beer spill.

I find the lights have been turned down low in the cabin, and Sofia is stretched out on one of the couches sound asleep. The refreshment tray has been removed, and the area has been cleaned leaving behind no evidence of my mishap. Thankful that I have been given a temporary pardon in answering Sofia's earlier question, I crawl on the couch across from her and immediately fall asleep.

Two hours later, we are roused by Aaron to take our seats. The Gulfstream doesn't quite have the fuel capacity to fly non-stop to Zürich so we need to refuel in New York. We grumpily get up and move to the belted seats.

Linda must have called ahead and arranged the fuel transfer because we are in and out of LaGuardia in record time. As we taxi to the runway, I reach out to hand Sofia a piece of gum, and she smiles her thanks. Woohoo, only seven hours to go.

The captain comes over the speakers informing us we can now move about the cabin. We both unfasten our seatbelts and head back to the couches. Aaron has evidently anticipated our move as the lights have been turned down once more. We crawl onto our respective couches and are elated to find pillows and blankets. I really love Aaron.

I toss and turn for over an hour before I give up and stare at the ceiling. Damn it, I was sleeping so soundly earlier that I can't get back to sleep now. My body thinks it's time to get ready for work. Frustrated, I turn on my side.

My eyes adjust to the low lighting as I look across at Sofia. She is turned on her side facing me and is apparently not having the same problem sleeping as I am. I take this perfect opportunity to study her. My God, she is so beautiful with her shimmering skin and long golden hair. What I wouldn't give to make her mine.

I allow myself to drink in her beauty for several minutes before forcing myself to turn away. Why do I punish myself like this? First, it was Grissom who I was infatuated with, and I thank God everyday that nothing came from that. Then, there was Catherine.

We got along about the same as oil and vinegar, but I tell you one thing you couldn't cut through our sexual tension with a heavy duty chain saw. I came very close to casting everything aside on several occasions to kiss the ever-loving daylights out of that mouth of hers just to shut her up. Again, I am thankful we never gave into the attraction. We are finally getting along a little better and that would have never happened if we had any type of sexual relationship.

Geez Sara, there's nothing like a little morbid reminiscing to put things into perspective. I continue to berate myself at my poor choices when a voice cuts through my inner ranting. "Sara, what's the matter? What are you mumbling about?"

Damn it all to hell, have I been talking aloud? Please, please say it ain't so. I sneak a peek in Sofia's direction to see her looking directly at me. I decide to test the waters by saying "Um, nothing's wrong. I'm sorry if I woke you. I don't usually talk to myself." She sleepily responds "You didn't wake me, and you weren't talking so much as mumbling. I just knew something was wrong. I don't have a clue what you were mumbling about."

Refraining from jumping up and screaming YES, I reply "Well, my mumbling probably did wake you so I'll try to keep it to a minimum. Why don't you try to get some more sleep?" Her inquisitive mind needs to know as she asks "Why aren't you sleeping?" I explain how I've not been able to get comfortable so I just gave up. Hopefully, she will leave it at that.

A few minutes of silence follow as I begin to relax. At least she didn't pursue the reason for my mumbling. Satisfied that I have been let off the hook, I begin another round of tossing and turning.

As I land on my back, Sofia asks "Sara?" I close my eyes replying "What?"

I hear a thumping sound and turn toward her. She pats her couch and says "Come here." Well, I know what the thumping sound is, and now it has some accompaniment as my heart begins to pound in my chest. What does she mean by 'come here?'

Sofia pats the couch once more and says "Come over here." I slowly stand and make my way to her couch. I stop a step or two from her as she moves back against the hull of the plane. She pats the couch again and says "Now, lie down." Is she friggin' kidding me? There's barely room enough for her much less both of us.

By the look on her face, she is deadly serious, and I don't believe her demand is open for debate. I sit down and turn toward the aisle as I lower my body to the edge of the couch. As soon as I am stretched out, Sofia pulls me back against her. She softly strokes my hair and says "You need to sleep. Just relax."

I'm lying with her spooning me from behind, and she wants me to relax. Is she out of her mind? This is my ultimate fantasy, and I can promise you, sleeping is not involved. I guess maybe it is after I make passionate love to her, but definitely not before.

Sofia continues to softly stroke my hair while speaking in low tones. Her voice is so soothing that I find myself drifting. Right before I drift off, I mumble "This is not the way it's supposed to happen."

Aaron arrives to rouse us from sleep for our second landing. I don't believe it; I slept the entire time without a nightmare. Usually, if I sleep for more than four hours, something from the past or from one of my cases slips into my dreams. Maybe Sofia has the ability to ward off my demons. Just one of the many reasons I wish I could keep her.

I extricate myself from her arms and stand to stretch. She sleepily stands as well only she leans against me. Together, we walk to our seats, and I take the time to buckle her in before moving to my chair. Without thinking, I lean over and softly kiss her lips. I am buckled into my own seat before I realize what I just did. Hopefully, she is still too groggy to comprehend what happened. Just in case, I close my eyes to keep from seeing her reaction.

 

Part 9

After a few minutes of taxiing, we finally come to a stop. I quickly jump up and head for the door leaving a bewildered Sofia behind. We're going to be alone in the limo soon enough as it is, and I really need to get my bearings not to mention work on my apology.

I find Aaron at the rear of the plane where he is in the process of opening the door. He efficiently swings it back and secures the steps to the inside of the plane. I step out to find our limo driver waiting patiently at the bottom of the stairs. He instructs me to deplane, and he will take care of our luggage. It's at this point I realize Sofia is not behind me. Where the hell is she?

Stepping back into the plane, I walk back toward our seats. Sofia is standing in the middle of the aisle with her hands on her hips, and she has her classic pissed off face on letting me know that I have screwed up royally. Before I can say a word, she says "Sara Sidle, don't you ever run away from me like that again. Get your ass over here." Damn, she's sexy, a little bossy, but definitely sexy.

Moving slowly toward Sofia, I stop several paces from her. She tilts her head and raises her eyebrow so I take another step and another and another until I'm toe to toe with her.

She smiles and wraps one arm around me pulling me close while she places her hand behind my neck. I put my hands on her hips, and she shows no sign of hesitation as she leans forward and kisses me. I hold on tightly to keep from passing out from shock.

Seconds later, I relax and let Sofia control the kiss. This moment can only be described as pure bliss. Sofia doesn't hurry, but merely allows each of us to revel in the contact. Keeping the kiss sweet and gentle, she slowly pulls away and says "Mm, that was nice, and we needed to get it out of the way. Maybe we can concentrate on both the case and each other for here on out. What do you say?"

I say this is the best moment of my life, and I had better not wake up to find out this has all been a dream. Aloud, I reply "I think it's a great idea." She smiles her agreement.

Wordlessly, I reach for her hand as the two of us walk toward the exit. This was more than I could have ever hoped for. Best of all, I won't have to come up with an apology now.

Aaron is grinning from ear to ear as watches us approach. He offers his goodbyes and informs us he'll be ready for the return flight. Patting me on the back, he whispers "way to go, Sara, way to go." Turning red, I descend the steps with Sofia in the lead. Looking down, I watch Sofia's blue-jeaned clad ass as she sashays down the steps. Oh yeah, way to go indeed.

Our limo driver secures our luggage in the trunk and opens the door for us to climb in. I motion Sofia to enter first, and I take the seat directly across from her. The driver tells us where the refreshments are located and then closes the privacy partition.

Aaron had said the drive to the hotel should take about thirty minutes. I worriedly begin to wonder if there is going to be an awkward silence between the two of us.

My fears are relieved when Sofia moves over next to me and cuddles into my side. I put my arm around her and grin like a Cheshire cat. The rest of the ride is filled with discussions and conjectures of the case and how I'm going to pull off my role. I'm just thankful no one at the bank has ever met Linda.

Arriving at the hotel, we are expeditiously greeted by the manager. He fawns all over us and personally escorts us to his best suite where he gives us an in-depth tour of the facilities. Sofia diplomatically gets rid of him by promising to personally contact him if there is a problem.

I am so very grateful for her intervention because I'm relatively sure I wouldn't have done much for Linda's reputation by telling him to 'please fuck off,' but, jeez, for awhile there, I thought he was going to room with us.

Plopping down on the couch, I lean my head back and look up at the ceiling. Exhaling loudly, I say "How does Linda do this all the time? It has to be frustrated to have people groveling at your feet. I don't think I could stand it."

Sofia takes a seat next to me and replies "She's probably used to it by now. Besides, I'm sure she's quite adept at getting out of these types of situations." Pausing, she adds "Hey, don't you think you better give Catherine a call to let her know we got here safe and sound?"

Glancing at my watch, I mentally do the math. Eleven o'clock here means two a.m. in Vegas. I grab the phone hoping Catherine didn't take time off to get some sleep. Oh well, I'm too far away for her to come after me so I think I'll give it a try. I'm relieved when she picks up on the first ring.

"Hey, Cath. We just got in and thought we'd see how things are going on your end. I hope I didn't wake you." She laughs on the other end and replies "You better be damn glad you didn't wake me, Sidle. Paybacks can be such a bitch. Okay, here's what's happening back here. Linda has made arrangements to meet with her banker at 7:45 a.m. Lucy will accompany her, and Brass will follow them keeping his distance. He will be on the lookout for any possible accomplices."

Catherine maps out a few more details before promising to check back later. She still won't tell me how she took care of the lawyer. She just said everything was a go, and he would not pose any problems.

All I know is that I don't ever want to get on Catherine's bad side if she has connections that can make people temporarily disappear. Hey, I wonder if she could find someone to take Ecklie away for awhile.

 

Part 10

Sofia finally talks me into taking advantage of Linda's generosity by ordering from the room service menu. I have always wondered what kind of people would pay the prices and extra fees for these meals, and now I know. Never in a million years would I have believed I would be included amongst the group.

In my defense, I feel its use is justified this time since Sofia prefers we not leave the room until it's time to go to the bank. Even though everyone is ninety-nine percent certain there is not an accomplice in Zürich, she said she would feel better staying in the suite unless it's absolutely necessary to get out. I wholeheartedly agree with her assessment especially if it means we will have more time alone together.

Perusing the menu, I decide on the fresh fruit and salad while Sofia goes with a sandwich and chips. We have a short discussion on vegetarianism, but Sofia could only promise to avoid red meat when with me adding she had to have her white meat. I glance down at my fair skin and grin lasciviously which earns me a slap on the arm as well as a reminder to get my mind out of the gutter.

Fed and somewhat sated, Sofia suggests we rest up before getting ready for our bank visit. She lightly kisses me before heading for one of the three bedrooms. When she closes the door behind her, I realize she really does mean rest. Shuffling my feet, I walk to the nearby bedroom disappointed that my thirst for her will not be quenched, at least not for today.

Slipping off my jeans, I crawl into bed alone; however, thoughts of Sofia quickly ward off my loneliness, and I can't help but smile at how well we seem to fit together. I know she's right about not jumping into bed together, but my attraction for her grows every second I'm with her. It's just that I have never felt so strongly about someone so . . . well . . . quickly.

Now I've got to concentrate on taking it slow, and somehow talk my body into cooperating. It looks like there may be a plethora of cold showers in my future or maybe I can conjure up some less than desirable images. Hmm, Grissom in that horrendous shirt, Hodges in a speedo, Ecklie nude, or the ultimate 'ew' vision of a ménage à trois between the three of them. I think I'll use that last one only in case of emergencies for fear that it will scar me for life. I begin to nod off as I clear my thoughts of the scary images.

Sofia awakens me a few hours later to shower and dress. The suite has three bathrooms so we don't have to share, damn it. I grumpily get out of bed and head to my bathroom when Sofia closes my door. Armani and Prada, here I come.

I have to admit this black suit looks pretty damn good on me. Linda had added a silk scarf to the ensemble when we were deciding what I should wear. The green color truly makes a tremendous difference when added to the black. I still can't get over how well everything fits. You would think at this age; we would be different sizes.

I finish putting on a bit of makeup and slip on my shoes. Satisfied with my appearance, I leave the room with the intent of finding Sofia. Lucy had brought in some clothes in a hanging bag right before we left. She said Sofia needed to dress the part as well. I can't wait to see how she looks.

When I round the corner, I am met with a vision of loveliness. Sofia is dressed in a charcoal grey suit that fits her like a glove. She makes her way toward me as I step into the room. Lucy, in her infinite wisdom, chose a skirt for Sofia. My eyes immediately go to her legs, her legs that go on forever. The same legs I can just imagine wrapped around me and . . . Oh, God. I quickly shut my eyes and visualize the Ecklie, Hodges, Grissom ménage à trois. This definitely constitutes an emergency.

Somehow, I am able to keep the drool to a minimum so as not to mess up the Armani. Sofia calls down for the car while I make a phone call to Catherine. Satisfied all is going well, Sofia and I make our way to the lobby where the brown-nosing manager is there to greet us and walk us to the door. Thankfully, the limo has arrived so we don't have to make small talk with him.

We receive the VIP treatment when we reach the bank. News of our arrival has spread like wildfire as we are quickly greeted by the president of the bank and ushered into a posh lounge area. Hell, I'm lucky if I can get the attention of the teller at my bank.

The bank president thanks me over and over again for choosing his bank for the transfer. I graciously accept his thanks and ask if we could move on to the transfer. He nods his head and says "Oh yes, everything is in order. I have been in contact with your bank; we have just been waiting for your arrival to meet the requirements set forth. If you will follow me, we can get underway."

Twenty five million dollars is transferred in the blink of an eye. I try not to show any astonishment as I thank the president for taking care of matters so efficiently. Sofia immediately says "Honey, we need to be back at the hotel for that conference call in about thirty minutes." My eyebrow rises at "honey," but I maintain my stoic expression.

Within twenty minutes, we are on our way back to the hotel. I still can't get over how fast and easy this was. Hopefully, the accomplices are taking note as well and will give Linda the much anticipated call.

The phone in the room is blinking as we walk in. Sofia goes over and punches in the necessary sequence to retrieve the message. She listens for a few minutes before smiling widely. Turning towards me, she says "Natalie is with her grandparents in San Francisco. Linda is on her way there as we speak. She had her jet ready to go at a moment's notice. Catherine doesn't think the grandparents have any idea what is going on."

She adds "There was a vice president of the bank taken in for questioning. The president met Linda and Lucy, and the three were interrupted when Tom, the vice president, came into the building. The president remarked how unusual it was for Tom to be in so early. He just shrugged it off and moved the two ladies into his office. After the transfer, Linda and Lucy informed Brass of the unusual behavior."

Sitting on the couch, I reply "That's not much to go on. How did Brass talk the guy into going down to the station?" Sofia takes a seat next to me and says "The dumbass never saw Brass walk into his office because he was talking to Linda at the time informing her of the whereabouts of Natalie. Brass overheard the entire conversation. Catherine said she'd call back with more details later."

Un-fucking believable how this plan came together. I was hoping it would be this easy, but I thought surely there would be problems along the way. Don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic with the results; however, things don't usually go this well for me.

Sofia reaches over and rubs my neck saying "Hey, what's got you so tense? Everything has worked out fine. Linda and Lucy will have Natalie back in their arms in no time."

I lean into her touch and answer "Yeah, you're right. I am happy Natalie is safe, and I can't wait to meet her."

Pausing, I add "Hey, guess what, I'm an aunt. Now all that's left to do is figure out how Linda and I got separated."

 

Part 11

Sofia continues to lovingly stroke the back of my neck, but her expression belies her seemingly calm movements. I bask in the attention for several more minutes before saying "You seem a bit preoccupied. Is there some piece of information I'm not privy to?" Jokingly, I add "You're not bored with me already are you?"

Angling towards me, Sofia bends her knee so she can move closer. She moves her hand down to mine and says "I hope you won't be upset with me, but earlier when you were sleeping, I called one of LVPD's top computer operators and asked her to conduct a little research on your birth. Within the hour, Melissa had called back with some interesting news. She checked the hospital records and found the record of your birth, and there was no mention of you being a twin. However, there was another birth recorded on the same day. The birth mother's name was June Cleaver, and she was listed as delivering a baby girl."

June Cleaver, as in Beaver Cleaver's mother? Before I can ask the obvious question, Sofia continues with "Yes, the father's name was listed as Ward, and Melissa can not find any piece of information proving the two ever existed. The records of the baby were sealed because, get this, she was put up for adoption. Melissa was also able to find out the names of your mother's attending doctor and nurse."

This whole thing is just too weird. I wonder if we can locate the doctor and nurse. I would really like to speak to them especially if I can avoid talking to my mother.

Curious, I ask "Did Melissa say anything else?" Sofia answers "Just that the doctor is deceased, and the nurse is a patient in a health care facility specializing in Alzheimer's."

Well damn, there goes my chance of talking to either of them. I guess we're back to square one, and a visit to my wonderful mother is in my future. Maybe Linda can use her clout to find out a few things.

We are interrupted by a persistent knock at the door, and Sofia graciously offers to answer it as I continue to work through the different reasons for the possible separation. Someone at that hospital has to know what happened; we just have to keep looking until we find them.

Glancing at the doorway, I see Sofia engaged in conversation with . . . son of a bitch. What is he doing here, and why does he appear to be flirting with Sofia? I rise from the couch and walk toward the hotel manager and Sofia. All this time, I thought he was sucking up to me and my 'money' when it was Sofia he was interested in.

I catch a few words here and there on my way to the pair. He is blatantly flirting while Sofia is doing her best to ward him off. This dude has just lost any hope of a tip. Now, he'll have to settle for another kind of tip, one which involves showing him the error of his ways.

Wrapping my arms possessively around Sofia's middle, I pull her so tightly to me that a ray of light would be forced to bend around us. I nip the side of her neck and say "I thought we were going to check out the Jacuzzi in the main bath. What seems to be the hold up? Is there something wrong?" The manager takes one look at the way I am stroking Sofia's midsection and instantly turns red. He fumbles at the door knob and offers a mumbled goodbye. The door shuts on my whispered "good riddance" reply.

Sofia turns toward me as my arms slide around her back. Grinning, she says "Why Sara, I do believe you have a little jealousy thing going on." I start to deny her allegations, but the obvious flattered look on her face keeps me in check. Instead, I lean forward and kiss her. Judging from the return kiss, I decide jealousy can be a good thing.

Catherine calls back some time later with wonderful news. Natalie has been reunited with Linda and Lucy. The three of them are going to fly back to Vegas and stay until all charges against Terry Silverton have been filed. Linda also said she wanted to be sure the case is a slam dunk before she flies back home.

As the conversation comes to a close, we inform Catherine of our plan to fly out in the morning. Before she hangs up, she says "Listen, Linda would appreciate it if you could swing back by the bank on your way out. She wants you to authorize the money transfer back to the states."

Promising to take care of the problem, I remember to ask about the lawyer. Laughing, Catherine answers "Funny thing about that. Thirty minutes after Linda and Lucy retrieved Natalie, he showed up at the police station claiming he had been kidnapped." Her laughter is silenced as she hangs up the phone. After a chuckle or two, I do the same.

After another visit from room service, Sofia and I decide to call it a night. I've called the number supplied by the bank president and requested an 8:00 a.m. appointment. He was most gracious in granting my request. I wonder how accommodating he'll be once he finds out what I have planned.

Aaron and the pilots have also been called. The plane will be ready for departure at 9:00 a.m. It's amazing how quickly things come together when you've got money or in this case, pretend you have money. I guess the saying 'money talks, people listen' is spot on.

After a lengthy make-out session, Sofia and I retire to our rooms, plural. I just hope I'm able to get some sleep between craving Sofia's touch and obsessing with how my twin was taken from me. I can't help but wonder if my life would have been different if I would have had Linda by my side. I think the two of us may have made an unbeatable team.

Morning comes much too quickly as I have only slept a few hours. My mind just wouldn't shut down no matter what I tried. I vacillated from images of a naked Sofia to Linda and me playing together as small children. I just hope I won't need a shrink before this is all over.

Showering and dressing, I make my way into the main part of the suite. Sofia is lounging on the couch comfortably dressed in a pair of jeans and a long sleeve cotton shirt. She takes one look at me dressed in full Armani attire and says "Sara, change out of those clothes. As much as I love seeing you dressed to the nines, you don't need to impress anyone anymore." I don't need to be told twice as I turn on my heel and head back to the bedroom.

We arrive at the bank at 8:00 a.m. sharp. Mr. Merryweather greets us at the door and once again ushers us into the VIP lounge. He doesn't even bat an eye at my casual attire. I'm sure he'll change his tune the minute I make my request known.

Twenty minutes later, we walk out of the bank. Laughing, Sofia remarks "He sure turned into Mr. Stormyweather when you made the transfer. I loved your parting remark about telling all your friends how well you were treated on the second transfer as opposed to the first one. I didn't know a person could turn so white without actually passing out."

I take her hand as we stroll down the sidewalk to the limo. The driver opens the door as we climb into the car. Closing it behind us, he moves to the driver's seat. Sofia leans into me as we pull away from the curb. I could really get used to this.

 

Part 12

Our flight takes off around 10:00 a.m. which should put us into Vegas at roughly the same time. I guess I will get the opportunity to live out my own "Groundhog Day." The nice thing about my version is Sofia will be with me the entire time, and we will both carry the memories into the repeated time frame.

I truly need to take this time to sit back, relax, and enjoy the company on this return flight because I have the feeling my stamina is about to be put to the test both physically and emotionally. Now that Natalie is safe and sound, all attention will shift to the 'twin situation.'

Grissom will probably pass out when I tell him I plan to take some of my never used vacation time effective immediately. I just wish Sofia were able to take time off with me, but there's no way I'd ask that of her.

Two hours into the flight, Aaron serves us a pasta salad and tea. He asks if we'd like to see a movie after lunch, and we both agree leaving the movie choice up to him. I'm a bit afraid of what he will come up with, but Sofia assures me it will be okay.

Aaron sets us up with soda and popcorn before starting the movie. As the credits begin to roll, I glance around to comment on his movie choice, but he is nowhere to be found. I'm sure he is quite proud of himself. I settle back in my seat for the beginning of "Better Than Chocolate." I have to wonder if there is a copy of "Bound" lying around here too.

It's amazing how comfortable and spacious these chairs are. Good thing since Sofia decided to 'share' mine half-way into the movie. The love scenes have definitely gotten a little more interesting especially when I discovered Sofia, much to my surprise, has turned out to be quite the snuggler.

Finally, the two characters kiss in the middle of the street signaling the end of the movie. Neither one of us see the credits roll by since we are engaged in a kiss of our very own. We don't even notice Aaron turn off the DVD and leave the area. The tray of cookies on the table is the only evidence of his presence.

The rest of the flight goes by quickly, and before we know it, we are on approach to the Las Vegas airport. We took advantage of the return trip to discover more about each other. I found out Sofia likes hiking, camping, walks on the beach, and lazing around watching movies. My workaholic nature was confirmed when I could only list researching cold cases and listening to police scanners as my pastimes. Appalled, Sofia vowed to teach me how to have a good time. I can't wait for my first lesson.

We are met at the hangar by Greg, and I find myself pleased by the gesture. Don't get me wrong; all this VIP treatment has been nice, but it's time I get back to my everyday life. Greg smiles and reaches out to hug me as we approach the Denali. He seems to know exactly when I need friendly reassurance. I smile when he whispers "You're looking good, Sara, and from the way Sofia is looking at us, I'd say you and I have plenty to talk about."

I release Greg and turn to find the blue eyes of my girlfriend have taken on a bit of a green tint. I wonder how long it will take us to get over these minor bouts with jealousy. Taking into account both of our personalities, I have a sneaking suspicion never is the answer to that particular question.

After another heartfelt thanks to Aaron, we are on our way. Greg will drop Sofia off at the police station to get her car and then take me to pick up mine at CSI headquarters. Sofia and I have been practically joined at the hip for the past few days, and I am not looking forward to our separation. Sighing, I watch the familiar sights as we drive into the city.

Sofia jumps out of the SUV and retrieves her luggage before I can get my door open. She promises to call me later this afternoon as she winks and walks toward the parking lot. Sulking, I climb back into the vehicle. As we pull away from the curb, I realize she doesn't even have my number. Greg begins the rapid fire questions before I have time to put on a good pout.

When we arrive at the lab, I grab my bag and throw it into my nearby car. I thank Greg with another hug before heading to Grissom's office to leave a note about my time off. If I do this face to face, he'll probably say something to talk me out of it. This way he'll have to call me if there's a problem.

I finally arrive at my apartment around noon. Checking my messages, I find one from Linda. She would like for Sofia and me to join her family for brunch tomorrow at 11:00 a.m. If she doesn't hear from me, she will assume I will be there. I pick up the phone to call Sofia and immediately put it back down. Great, I've already got a major case of the insecurities.

Spending the afternoon cleaning house and washing clothes, I am amazed to find it is already six o'clock. My pleasure at keeping myself occupied vanishes immediately as I realize Sofia hasn't called. I glance at the phone to see if perhaps she left a message when I was vacuuming. I slump down on the couch when my eyes do not detect a blinking light.

Crap. I don't have time for this moping around stuff. I need to channel my energies into Linda's abduction, and it has to be an abduction case because I don't think I could handle knowing my parents may have sold her.

The knocking at my door pulls me to my feet. I shuffle over and peer through the peephole to find a glorious sight. Sofia is leaning against the wall with a pizza box in one hand and a six pack of beer in the other. As I open the door, my gloomy thoughts flee the moment Sofia turns her full wattage smile at me.

Stuffed to the gill on vegetarian pizza and beer, the two of us relax against the back of the couch with our feet on the coffee table. I relay Linda's invitation to brunch, and Sofia agrees to accompany me. She also casually mentions she has taken off the next two weeks to assist me in any way even if it's only to offer moral support.

I offer my thanks in the form of a kiss. I do believe I love this woman.

 

Part 13

Around midnight, I wake up slightly disoriented. I know I'm on the couch in my apartment, but apparently I am not alone as I seem to be wrapped around someone. Taking stock of our positions, it is difficult to distinguish between the two of us. With me against the back of the couch and her in front, our arms, legs, and torsos fit together perfectly.

Inhaling deeply, I smile as I am able to identify the unique scent of Sofia. We must have fallen asleep watching TV, but I certainly don't remember turning it off. I glance down to see the remote still clutched in Sofia's hand. Gently, I remove it and pull her close. Within minutes, I am back in the land of dreamless sleep.

In the morning, we both awaken at the same time. Sofia stretches that glorious body of hers and then relaxes back against me. I think I may have found a new reason to get up in the morning as long as Sofia is part of the awakening process.

We are both surprised to find it's nearing 9:00 a.m. Sofia untangles herself from my body and rises from the couch. Looking around for her shoes, she apologetically says "Sara, I'm so sorry I fell asleep. I should have gotten up when I realized you had dozed off. I didn't mean to stay the night." She locates the missing shoes and nervously begins to put them on.

Sofia is always so cool and in control that I am a bit amused by her uncharacteristic skittish behavior. I sit up on the couch as I watch her continue to fumble with her shoes. "Hey, why don't you come sit down to put those on? You don't have to be in such a rush to get out of here. We have plenty of time before we have to be at the penthouse, and for the record, I am not the least bit upset you stayed over last night."

Hell, I'm beyond ecstatic and hope this will be an activity that will be repeated several times a week. Daily would be even better.

I suggest she wait here while I jump in the shower and get dressed. Afterward, we can head over to her place for her to change before driving over to meet Linda, Lucy, and Natalie for brunch. Sofia seems to like the idea so I walk to the bedroom before she changes her mind. Too bad we're not in any hurry, showering together would definitely save some time. On second thought, it would probably make us very late.

We manage to both shower and dress before driving to the hotel with time to spare. Sofia suggests dropping off our borrowed wardrobe at the hotel's laundry, and then the freshly cleaned items can be returned to Linda. I don't dare mention that the clothes Lucy purchased for her to wear probably won't fit Linda and definitely will be too large for Lucy.

As I knock on the penthouse door, I hear the patter of running feet approach from the other side. The door swings open to reveal a dark haired, brown eyed little person, in other words, a mini me. Before I can introduce myself, I am engulfed in a bear hug around my legs. I lean down and return the hug as best I can.

The child's voice shouts out "Hi, Aunt Sara. Maman said you look just like mommy, and she was right. You are both beautiful."

Oh God, I'm not ready for this. I clamp down on my jaw tightly to try to keep control of my emotions. Falling apart in front of Natalie is definitely not the first impression I want to make. Sofia moves next to me and lightly rubs my back as I continue to hug my niece.

After a few moments, I have regained my composure thanks in a large part to Sofia as her touch has a grounding effect on me. I kiss Natalie on the top of the head and kneel down to her level. Smiling, I say "Thank you for the compliment, but you are the one who is beautiful."

Her response is interrupted by the arrival of Linda and Lucy. The two of them are absolutely glowing especially when Natalie rushes over to give them each a hug. Sofia takes my hand as we watch the reunited family interact.

The conversation during brunch is kept light due to Natalie's presence. There is no discussion of Terry Silverton or Linda's obvious relation to me. Instead, Natalie regales us with stories of her 'vacation.'

Apparently, neither Linda nor her in-laws have told Natalie the truth behind the visit. She truly seems to believe Linda and Lucy were aware of the trip because her Uncle David took her to visit her grandparents. I need to ask Catherine about this Uncle David.

I certainly hope someone fills Natalie in on the details in the very near future. This kid is too smart not to figure it out, and I have a feeling it will be sooner rather than later.

As we move to the den area, a buzzer sounds signaling another visitor. I look to Sofia and shrug my shoulders as we take a seat on the couch. Lucy moves to the door and looks through the peephole. Smiling, she opens it to reveal Catherine and her daughter, Lindsey. I guess the talk Linda and I need to have is going to be put on the back burner once again.

Natalie runs over and excitedly joins the group. Conversation is exchanged before Catherine, Lindsey, and Natalie walk out the door. After saying their goodbyes, Lucy and Linda move over to sit on the love seat across from Sofia and me. I think I may have been setup with this strategic move.

Looking over at the couple, I ask "Where's Natalie off to?" Lucy leans back and places her arm behind Linda as she says "Catherine offered to take her to see 'Over the Hedge.' I think Lindsey wanted to see it too, but she needed a good excuse to be seen in the theater. Natalie supplied the perfect reason."

Oh, I get it. Lucy and Catherine probably got together and came up with this particular stratagem. I make a second mental note to keep the two of them apart from now on. There is no telling what possibilities they can come up with

Although, this time I am grateful they managed to create some time for Linda and I to discuss things. I am also thankful for the presence of both Sofia and Lucy. I think Linda and I are going to need all the moral support we can get. Besides, I don't want to have to relate this story again.

Now that we're finally alone, I find myself speechless. How can I tell Linda about our parents? She has accepted me with open arms, but I wonder how she will feel when she learns the truth.

Vague may be the way to go. I could just say our father was an abusive drunk and mother wasn't much better; however, the murder is a different story. I don't think there is any way I can gloss over that particular item.

Linda evidently picks up on my dilemma as she moves over and sits next to me on the couch. Before I can try to explain the situation with our parents, Linda says "Sara, I have done a bit of research. I know all about the abuse and subsequent murder of our father. I am so sorry you had to go through such a horrible experience on your own."

Pausing, she adds "Knowing what you went through, I am a little hesitant to tell you what I have planned, but Lucy insists you need to be apprised of my intentions. Tomorrow morning, I plan to fly out to visit our mother at the state prison in San Francisco. If at all possible, I would like for you to come with me."

 

Part 14

Funny thing about hyperventilation; one minute you are breathing like a perfectly normal person, and the next, you couldn't catch a breath if your life depended on it. As I sit here gasping, I suddenly realize my life does indeed depend upon it.

Closing my eyes, I allow myself to be guided to the classic head between the knees position. I focus all concentration on my breathing cadence to try to gain back control of my runaway breath. In the background, I can barely make out Sofia's voice urging me to relax.

A feeling of déjà vu surrounds me as I realize this is the second time Sofia has helped me through this type of emotional reaction. Next time we are alone, I need to let her know only earth shattering news or thoughts of a face to face with my mother elicit this kind of response. Normally, I just take things in stride until I can have some time alone to deal with the situation.

Finally feeling comfortable enough to look up, I find Lucy standing in front of me with a huge paper bag. She shifts nervously from foot to foot and asks "Are you okay? Do you need to breathe in this bag?" I smile my thanks and assure her I'm okay.

Unless she planned to put that monstrosity over my head, I don't think it would have done me much good because there is no way I could have cinched it tight enough to try to blow into, and I definitely would have passed out if I had to fill the entire thing. Oh well, it's the thought that counts.

Sofia continues to soothe me by rubbing small circles on my back. Although it's not necessary anymore, the contact is much appreciated. Turning my attention to Linda, I say "What exactly do you hope to find out from mommy dearest? She's not exactly the kind of person to divulge any kind of helpful information unless she stands to profit from it. The minute she finds out how much money you have; she will tell you anything, most of which will not be true."

Linda calmly sits back against the love seat and replies "I don't plan to tell her who I am, at least not in the beginning." Wrinkling my brow, I attempt to decipher her meaning. Mother doesn't talk to people she doesn't know. She merely . . . oh, oh, . . . no, no, no. Mother will tear her to shreds.

Shaking my head back and forth, I forcefully remark "This is not the same as when I took on your role. Mother is the devil incarnate. She gets off on other people's misery. There is no way I'm letting you go into the room alone with her. If anyone questions her, it should be me." All eyes turn toward me, and you could hear a pin drop from the next room.

After what seems like an eternity of silence, Sofia very quietly says "Sara, I want you to listen to me for just a second without replying. Can you do that?" I pause before answering yes. I just hope I can follow through.

She turns slightly so that she is face to face with me before saying "Just the thought of seeing your mother made you so upset you hyperventilated to the point of almost passing out. What's going to happen when you actually see her? She seems to have such a hold on you, and her power comes from that knowledge. Linda will have the advantage in the encounter. She may even be able to trick her into revealing something about the birth."

These people don't get it. My mother always has the advantage. She will just think Linda is me and berate her like she's done to me my entire life. As for the story of being twins, she won't believe a word Linda says. She'll chalk it up to storytelling, the mechanism I used growing up to try to get out of trouble.

What we need is the element of surprise or something to shock her right away. Something that will get her attention and that she will notice immediately. Something like the two of us walking in together, side by side, unannounced. Grinning maniacally, I visualize the initial encounter between mother and her two girls. Now, that just might work.

About an hour later, I have convinced the others of my plan. We should at least be able to tell if dear old mom knows something by her reaction at seeing the two of us. Maybe then we can negotiate with her.

Linda is somewhat surprised when Sofia mentions she will be accompanying us to the facility. Lucy, on the other hand, is absolutely ecstatic. She will be staying behind with Natalie and was worried about Linda and me going on our own. I also think having a member of law enforcement will make things run more smoothly. Oh hell, who am I kidding? I don't need a reason to be glad she's going.

We finalize our plans before Sofia and I take our leave. The meeting at the prison is scheduled for 10:30 a.m. so we need to depart by 7:30 a.m. The flight will take just over an hour and a half, and we need to plan for traveling time to the prison. I'd also like to get there a little early to familiarize myself with the facility.

Sofia and I inform Linda that we will meet her at the hanger at 7:00 a.m. We say our goodbyes and get last minute instructions from Lucy. Well, actually she gave us last minute ultimatums. Suffice it to say, Linda better be well protected or our ass is grass.

As we head for my apartment, I can't help but notice Sofia is taking the long route. Looking out the side window, I try to hide my pleased expression. It's nice to know I'm not the only one who doesn't want our day together to end.

When we arrive in the parking lot, Sofia pulls into the closest space and turns off the engine. She hasn't said too much on the drive over so I have no idea what she is thinking. As I place my hand on the door release, I contemplate asking her to come in for a drink.

Before I can pose my question, she turns to me and says "Sara, I'm worried about you. I know you can handle yourself, but you have had quite a bit added to your plate these past few days. I'd like to stay with you tonight if that's okay. I just want to be near if you should need me."

Halleluiah! I do believe she is in for the long haul. I have had so many promises and subsequent disappointments in the past, but Sofia is the real deal.

Leaning over, I gently kiss her lips and reply "Sounds perfect. Why don't you go pack your things for the trip and bring them over when you're ready? I'll be waiting for you."

Sofia graces me with one of her beautiful smiles and promises to return soon. I watch her drive out of the complex as I make my way up the stairs.

Sprinting to the top, I giddily open my door. Once inside, I pump my fist in celebration.

'I've got an actual bona fide girlfriend!'

 

Part 15

Sofia returns within the hour with all her things plus a few DVD selections. I wonder how her choices will compare to Aaron's. I guess I'll have to wait to find out since she wants to discuss a game plan for tomorrow first.

We relax on the sofa facing each other with our backs against the ends. I pull my knees up to keep our feet from tangling together. It's a little too early in our upcoming discussion to be playing footsies, and I'm afraid I might be tempted to take it further. More importantly, I don't know if I can venture into the past without breaking down if Sofia is touching me.

I briefly outline my childhood leaving out the more painful memories, and Sofia is letting me get away with it for now anyway. She seems to be more interested in my mother's personality than anything else. I think she may be looking for any telltale sign mother may give during the interview. It's probably a good thing too since I'm not exactly sure how sharp my senses will be tomorrow.

As we talk about the hospital where I was born, Sofia mentions that we may want to go talk to the nurse listed in the hospital records. She says many times an Alzheimer's patient will remember things in the distant past as if they happened yesterday. Interesting, I hadn't thought of that avenue, but I think it is something we may want to pursue.

Soon afterwards, Sofia suggests we lighten things up with a little entertainment, and I am somewhat disappointed when I realize she means to watch her DVD's. I could think of a few other ways to keep us 'entertained,' but I will yield to her choice.

I settle back against the couch and wait for Sofia to insert the DVD into the player. As she bends over, I can't help but admire her nice, firm backside. Personally, I don't care what movie she has chosen for us to watch. I now have one more image I can evoke whenever the urge arises.

When she returns to the couch, she once again takes her seat on the end, but this time, she faces forward and motions for me to lie down with my head in her lap. I don't hesitate to abide by her wishes as she leans down and pecks my lips before hitting the play button. I turn to face the TV with a giant smile on my face.

The first scene opens up in some sort of hotel. I open my mouth to question the name of the movie when I hear a very British accent coming from off camera. I don't have to wait long to discover the man behind the voice as the image of John Cleese steps into view. Oh my God, it's "Fawlty Towers." I absolutely love this show. Settling in on Sofia's lap, I turn my full attention to the TV.

Sometime later, I focus in on Sophia's voice. "Sara, we need to stop this marathon for awhile and get something to eat. Aren't you in the least bit hungry?"

I force my attention away from the screen and answer "No, not really, but we can take a break when this episode is over." She sighs and returns her gaze back to the TV. Promising to make it up to her later, I turn back just as the moose-hanging sequence is about to begin.

As the episode ends, I rise from the couch chuckling and wiping the tears from my eyes. Sofia seems to be more amused at my response than she was with the show.

Grinning, I say "Sofia, a little comic relief was exactly what I needed. I just love British humor and especially John Cleese." Pausing, I add "You deserve to be rewarded for taking my mind off tomorrow. Why don't you relax on the couch while I run to the deli down the street?"

Sofia poutingly replies "Although a sandwich does sound good, I would rather have my reward in kisses." I graciously acquiesce to her desire as I lean down and take her face in my hands.

After consuming our meal, we head back to the couch. This time Sofia lies with her head in my lap. I love this role reversal thing we have going on. It seems each of us is comfortable in any position just so long as we are touching each other.

Our conversation revolves around work this time around as Sofia enlightens me on her stint as a CSI. She was mostly content as acting supervisor of the day shift but felt there was something missing. When she was demoted for her candor and truthfulness, she admits she lost a bit of confidence in her abilities.

I push the hair from her face as she looks up at me. Smiling sadly, she says "I think I could have been happy with you guys on the night shift, but there was no way I would have been accepted. I was viewed as one of Ecklie's cronies and even though I was basically fired from my previous position, no one wanted to be friends with me. I really believe my unhappiness at the job led me to where I am today, and I am truly happy now."

Shit, she's right. We never gave her a chance because we were too busy being pissed off about the split. Catherine, Warrick, and Nick were placed on the swing shift, and I was furious at anyone and everyone.

Feeling very guilty, I try to come up with an apology for my rude behavior toward her. Sofia reaches up smoothing my wrinkled brow and says "Hey, I didn't tell you all that stuff to make you feel bad. I would have felt the same way if I had been in your shoes. Besides, we wouldn't be where we are at this moment if things hadn't worked out the way they have. Everything's wonderful so let's enjoy it."

It takes a marathon of another kind to assuage my guilt. I imagine my lips are quite swollen from our lengthy make-out session, but I am certainly not going to complain. I'll just pretend I have had a collagen injection. Now, if I can only figure out a way to get the crick out of my neck.

The sleeping arrangements are decided upon without any argument from me especially since my crick has been taken care of in the process. Sofia noticed how I was gingerly turning my head every now and then so she offered to work it out in the form of a massage.

After my wonderful masseuse completed her job, I offered to sleep on the couch and let her have the bed. Sofia maintained the two of us could share the queen size bed. I gladly accepted her counter offer.

In fact, I didn't even bat an eye when she asked if it would be okay for her to hold me while we slept. I just smiled and turned on my side so that she could cuddle from behind. I'm definitely not crazy enough to look a gift horse in the mouth.

 

Part 16

The alarm blares with the music of Five for Fighting's 'Superman.' How appropriate since it's most definitely not easy being me today. I just wish I had a red cape to fly away if the need arises.

Arms around me tighten reminding me that I am not alone in this quest of mine. With both Linda and Sofia by my side, I'm hoping the need for flight will be not be necessary. Only time will tell.

A kiss on my shoulder confirms my sleeping partner's wakefulness. Rolling over in Sofia's arms, I greet her with a soft kiss which rapidly turns into a heated exchange. She alone has the presence of mind to slow things down since we don't have time to take it any further, short of a quickie that is, and this relationship requires the first time to be slow and easy.

I offer for Sofia to take the shower first while I brew us some coffee. We are running a little late to eat breakfast so I'm hoping for Sofia's sake that Linda serves something on the plane. As for me, I'm afraid my stomach will barely be able to keep the coffee down.

We arrive at the airport with five minutes to spare. Parking our car in the nearby hanger, we grab our things and head toward the plane. Imagine our surprise when Aaron greets us at the top of the steps. It seems Sofia had told Linda about how wonderful he was to us so she hired him away from the other private airline by offering a very nice employment package. Her previous flight attendant had resigned just last week, and Linda said if Aaron was good enough for us; he was good enough for them.

As we board the airplane, we are greeted by yet another surprise. Lucy and Natalie are going along as well. Linda pulled me aside and explained Catherine has more than enough evidence to indict Terry, his brother David, and Tom, the vice-president of the bank, who as it turns out happens to be Terry's best friend from high school.

Lucy and Natalie will be dropped off at the hotel before the three of us take our trip to the prison. I know Lucy wants to go with us, but right now, she is just happy she'll be in the same city. I'm sure she'll change her tune the closer we get to the hotel.

The others are served a breakfast of French toast, coffee, and orange juice. I find that even the thought of coffee makes my stomach queasy. Politely excusing myself, I move toward the rear of the plane to lie down. It's time to gather up all my defenses in preparation for seeing my mother for the first time in over twenty years.

Aaron makes an appearance after a few minutes with a glass of sprite and a few saltine crackers. He informs me that it always settles his stomach so I might want to give it a try. I thank him as I take the glass and begin to nibble on a cracker. I slowly sip the liquid with each bite. Sitting in a nearby chair, I watch the clouds go by as I plan my strategy.

My crackers and soda are long gone by the time Sofia comes back to check on me. If I wasn't so attuned to her, I would have never known she was watching me. I allow her several minutes of 'looking after me' before turning in my chair to greet her. My smile and calm manner make her to feel comfortable enough to approach me. I value my privacy, but I don't want her to ever feel she has to stay away no matter what emotional stress or turmoil I may be in.

Returning my smile, she squats down in front of my chair. She reaches out and strokes my face asking "Hey, you doing okay?" I lean into her touch and answer as honestly as I can. "No, not really. I am dreading seeing my mother. I have put that part of my life behind me for so long in hopes it would not resurface again. A few cases here and there would cause me some turmoil, but I was always able to keep things bottled up. I'm afraid to 'uncork' this particular part of my life."

Sofia takes my hand and leads me to the nearby couch. Sitting down, she pulls me close and says "I'm here, and I won't let anything bad happen to you. I promise." I lean into her and allow myself to be strengthened by her words.

As the captain announces our approach, I find I am feeling much better. Between Aaron's remedy and Sofia's reassurance, my queasiness has disappeared. The two of us rise and head for the front of the plane to prepare for the landing. Sofia holds my hand and leads the way.

Another limousine awaits us as we deplane. Natalie runs over and hugs the driver tightly. I think this must be Linda's regular driver or else I'm going to have to have a chat with Natalie about being too friendly to strangers.

Linda introduces Jerry as her personal driver letting Natalie off the hook. He tips the bill of his cap toward us and then efficiently loads our things in the trunk. After a good-bye to Aaron, we are on our way.

I am a bit confused as Jerry takes the Interstate highway away from San Francisco instead of heading directly to a hotel. Linda explains she has a house in San Francisco since Lucy has to spend quite a bit of time here on business. She didn't say anything earlier because she was worried I would insist on staying in a hotel.

Great, I've been kidnapped by my twin. After our visit to the prison, I need to clue Linda in on my feelings about manipulation. I know she means well, but all she had to do was let me know what was going on. Truth be told, I will be much more comfortable in her house especially since there won't be any hotel managers around who can flirt with Sofia.

We arrive at Linda's house or should I say mansion in about twenty minutes. Linda informs us the prison is another twenty minutes away so we need to leave immediately. Sofia and I stay in the car while Linda steps out with Lucy and Natalie. A couple of minutes later, we are back on the road.

The ride to the prison is silent. There really is nothing left to say. Linda and I will walk in together and face our mother. What happens from there is anyone's guess. Glancing at Linda, I am pleased she chose jeans and a top similar to mine. If she had worn Armani, mom would have been able to pick me out immediately.

Upon our arrival, we are greeted at the front entrance by the warden. Sofia is not too happy about having to leave her gun at the checkpoint, but she reluctantly agrees. As we walk down the hall to the visitation area, my hands begin to slightly tremor. Sofia reaches down and takes the nearest one in hers and gives a slight squeeze.

The warden stops in front of the last door on the right and informs us that mother is already in the room. As I reach for the doorknob with my shaking hand, Sofia says "Linda, could you give us a minute? There's something I need to show Sara." Linda nods her head in assent.

Confused, I follow Sofia into the adjacent room. She takes my hand and guides me toward the viewing glass. Stepping behind me, she wraps her arms around me and whispers in my ear "Sara, in your mind you are a little girl who is afraid of the monster who is your mother. You are no longer that little girl; you are a beautiful, strong woman. Your mother isn't the powerful woman she once was."

Reaching out with her right hand, she pulls the blinds up to reveal a room with a table. A feeble looking older woman is sitting at the table with her hands folded. I focus in on her face and am surprised by what I see.

I utter a single word, "Mother."

 

Part 9

After a few minutes of taxiing, we finally come to a stop. I quickly jump up and head for the door leaving a bewildered Sofia behind. We're going to be alone in the limo soon enough as it is, and I really need to get my bearings not to mention work on my apology.

I find Aaron at the rear of the plane where he is in the process of opening the door. He efficiently swings it back and secures the steps to the inside of the plane. I step out to find our limo driver waiting patiently at the bottom of the stairs. He instructs me to deplane, and he will take care of our luggage. It's at this point I realize Sofia is not behind me. Where the hell is she?

Stepping back into the plane, I walk back toward our seats. Sofia is standing in the middle of the aisle with her hands on her hips, and she has her classic pissed off face on letting me know that I have screwed up royally. Before I can say a word, she says "Sara Sidle, don't you ever run away from me like that again. Get your ass over here." Damn, she's sexy, a little bossy, but definitely sexy.

Moving slowly toward Sofia, I stop several paces from her. She tilts her head and raises her eyebrow so I take another step and another and another until I'm toe to toe with her.

She smiles and wraps one arm around me pulling me close while she places her hand behind my neck. I put my hands on her hips, and she shows no sign of hesitation as she leans forward and kisses me. I hold on tightly to keep from passing out from shock.

Seconds later, I relax and let Sofia control the kiss. This moment can only be described as pure bliss. Sofia doesn't hurry, but merely allows each of us to revel in the contact. Keeping the kiss sweet and gentle, she slowly pulls away and says "Mm, that was nice, and we needed to get it out of the way. Maybe we can concentrate on both the case and each other for here on out. What do you say?"

I say this is the best moment of my life, and I had better not wake up to find out this has all been a dream. Aloud, I reply "I think it's a great idea." She smiles her agreement.

Wordlessly, I reach for her hand as the two of us walk toward the exit. This was more than I could have ever hoped for. Best of all, I won't have to come up with an apology now.

Aaron is grinning from ear to ear as watches us approach. He offers his goodbyes and informs us he'll be ready for the return flight. Patting me on the back, he whispers "way to go, Sara, way to go." Turning red, I descend the steps with Sofia in the lead. Looking down, I watch Sofia's blue-jeaned clad ass as she sashays down the steps. Oh yeah, way to go indeed.

Our limo driver secures our luggage in the trunk and opens the door for us to climb in. I motion Sofia to enter first, and I take the seat directly across from her. The driver tells us where the refreshments are located and then closes the privacy partition.

Aaron had said the drive to the hotel should take about thirty minutes. I worriedly begin to wonder if there is going to be an awkward silence between the two of us.

My fears are relieved when Sofia moves over next to me and cuddles into my side. I put my arm around her and grin like a Cheshire cat. The rest of the ride is filled with discussions and conjectures of the case and how I'm going to pull off my role. I'm just thankful no one at the bank has ever met Linda.

Arriving at the hotel, we are expeditiously greeted by the manager. He fawns all over us and personally escorts us to his best suite where he gives us an in-depth tour of the facilities. Sofia diplomatically gets rid of him by promising to personally contact him if there is a problem.

I am so very grateful for her intervention because I'm relatively sure I wouldn't have done much for Linda's reputation by telling him to 'please fuck off,' but, jeez, for awhile there, I thought he was going to room with us.

Plopping down on the couch, I lean my head back and look up at the ceiling. Exhaling loudly, I say "How does Linda do this all the time? It has to be frustrated to have people groveling at your feet. I don't think I could stand it."

Sofia takes a seat next to me and replies "She's probably used to it by now. Besides, I'm sure she's quite adept at getting out of these types of situations." Pausing, she adds "Hey, don't you think you better give Catherine a call to let her know we got here safe and sound?"

Glancing at my watch, I mentally do the math. Eleven o'clock here means two a.m. in Vegas. I grab the phone hoping Catherine didn't take time off to get some sleep. Oh well, I'm too far away for her to come after me so I think I'll give it a try. I'm relieved when she picks up on the first ring.

"Hey, Cath. We just got in and thought we'd see how things are going on your end. I hope I didn't wake you." She laughs on the other end and replies "You better be damn glad you didn't wake me, Sidle. Paybacks can be such a bitch. Okay, here's what's happening back here. Linda has made arrangements to meet with her banker at 7:45 a.m. Lucy will accompany her, and Brass will follow them keeping his distance. He will be on the lookout for any possible accomplices."

Catherine maps out a few more details before promising to check back later. She still won't tell me how she took care of the lawyer. She just said everything was a go, and he would not pose any problems.

All I know is that I don't ever want to get on Catherine's bad side if she has connections that can make people temporarily disappear. Hey, I wonder if she could find someone to take Ecklie away for awhile.

 

Part 10

Sofia finally talks me into taking advantage of Linda's generosity by ordering from the room service menu. I have always wondered what kind of people would pay the prices and extra fees for these meals, and now I know. Never in a million years would I have believed I would be included amongst the group.

In my defense, I feel its use is justified this time since Sofia prefers we not leave the room until it's time to go to the bank. Even though everyone is ninety-nine percent certain there is not an accomplice in Zürich, she said she would feel better staying in the suite unless it's absolutely necessary to get out. I wholeheartedly agree with her assessment especially if it means we will have more time alone together.

Perusing the menu, I decide on the fresh fruit and salad while Sofia goes with a sandwich and chips. We have a short discussion on vegetarianism, but Sofia could only promise to avoid red meat when with me adding she had to have her white meat. I glance down at my fair skin and grin lasciviously which earns me a slap on the arm as well as a reminder to get my mind out of the gutter.

Fed and somewhat sated, Sofia suggests we rest up before getting ready for our bank visit. She lightly kisses me before heading for one of the three bedrooms. When she closes the door behind her, I realize she really does mean rest. Shuffling my feet, I walk to the nearby bedroom disappointed that my thirst for her will not be quenched, at least not for today.

Slipping off my jeans, I crawl into bed alone; however, thoughts of Sofia quickly ward off my loneliness, and I can't help but smile at how well we seem to fit together. I know she's right about not jumping into bed together, but my attraction for her grows every second I'm with her. It's just that I have never felt so strongly about someone so . . . well . . . quickly.

Now I've got to concentrate on taking it slow, and somehow talk my body into cooperating. It looks like there may be a plethora of cold showers in my future or maybe I can conjure up some less than desirable images. Hmm, Grissom in that horrendous shirt, Hodges in a speedo, Ecklie nude, or the ultimate 'ew' vision of a ménage à trois between the three of them. I think I'll use that last one only in case of emergencies for fear that it will scar me for life. I begin to nod off as I clear my thoughts of the scary images.

Sofia awakens me a few hours later to shower and dress. The suite has three bathrooms so we don't have to share, damn it. I grumpily get out of bed and head to my bathroom when Sofia closes my door. Armani and Prada, here I come.

I have to admit this black suit looks pretty damn good on me. Linda had added a silk scarf to the ensemble when we were deciding what I should wear. The green color truly makes a tremendous difference when added to the black. I still can't get over how well everything fits. You would think at this age; we would be different sizes.

I finish putting on a bit of makeup and slip on my shoes. Satisfied with my appearance, I leave the room with the intent of finding Sofia. Lucy had brought in some clothes in a hanging bag right before we left. She said Sofia needed to dress the part as well. I can't wait to see how she looks.

When I round the corner, I am met with a vision of loveliness. Sofia is dressed in a charcoal grey suit that fits her like a glove. She makes her way toward me as I step into the room. Lucy, in her infinite wisdom, chose a skirt for Sofia. My eyes immediately go to her legs, her legs that go on forever. The same legs I can just imagine wrapped around me and . . . Oh, God. I quickly shut my eyes and visualize the Ecklie, Hodges, Grissom ménage à trois. This definitely constitutes an emergency.

Somehow, I am able to keep the drool to a minimum so as not to mess up the Armani. Sofia calls down for the car while I make a phone call to Catherine. Satisfied all is going well, Sofia and I make our way to the lobby where the brown-nosing manager is there to greet us and walk us to the door. Thankfully, the limo has arrived so we don't have to make small talk with him.

We receive the VIP treatment when we reach the bank. News of our arrival has spread like wildfire as we are quickly greeted by the president of the bank and ushered into a posh lounge area. Hell, I'm lucky if I can get the attention of the teller at my bank.

The bank president thanks me over and over again for choosing his bank for the transfer. I graciously accept his thanks and ask if we could move on to the transfer. He nods his head and says "Oh yes, everything is in order. I have been in contact with your bank; we have just been waiting for your arrival to meet the requirements set forth. If you will follow me, we can get underway."

Twenty five million dollars is transferred in the blink of an eye. I try not to show any astonishment as I thank the president for taking care of matters so efficiently. Sofia immediately says "Honey, we need to be back at the hotel for that conference call in about thirty minutes." My eyebrow rises at "honey," but I maintain my stoic expression.

Within twenty minutes, we are on our way back to the hotel. I still can't get over how fast and easy this was. Hopefully, the accomplices are taking note as well and will give Linda the much anticipated call.

The phone in the room is blinking as we walk in. Sofia goes over and punches in the necessary sequence to retrieve the message. She listens for a few minutes before smiling widely. Turning towards me, she says "Natalie is with her grandparents in San Francisco. Linda is on her way there as we speak. She had her jet ready to go at a moment's notice. Catherine doesn't think the grandparents have any idea what is going on."

She adds "There was a vice president of the bank taken in for questioning. The president met Linda and Lucy, and the three were interrupted when Tom, the vice president, came into the building. The president remarked how unusual it was for Tom to be in so early. He just shrugged it off and moved the two ladies into his office. After the transfer, Linda and Lucy informed Brass of the unusual behavior."

Sitting on the couch, I reply "That's not much to go on. How did Brass talk the guy into going down to the station?" Sofia takes a seat next to me and says "The dumbass never saw Brass walk into his office because he was talking to Linda at the time informing her of the whereabouts of Natalie. Brass overheard the entire conversation. Catherine said she'd call back with more details later."

Un-fucking believable how this plan came together. I was hoping it would be this easy, but I thought surely there would be problems along the way. Don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic with the results; however, things don't usually go this well for me.

Sofia reaches over and rubs my neck saying "Hey, what's got you so tense? Everything has worked out fine. Linda and Lucy will have Natalie back in their arms in no time."

I lean into her touch and answer "Yeah, you're right. I am happy Natalie is safe, and I can't wait to meet her."

Pausing, I add "Hey, guess what, I'm an aunt. Now all that's left to do is figure out how Linda and I got separated."

 

Part 11

Sofia continues to lovingly stroke the back of my neck, but her expression belies her seemingly calm movements. I bask in the attention for several more minutes before saying "You seem a bit preoccupied. Is there some piece of information I'm not privy to?" Jokingly, I add "You're not bored with me already are you?"

Angling towards me, Sofia bends her knee so she can move closer. She moves her hand down to mine and says "I hope you won't be upset with me, but earlier when you were sleeping, I called one of LVPD's top computer operators and asked her to conduct a little research on your birth. Within the hour, Melissa had called back with some interesting news. She checked the hospital records and found the record of your birth, and there was no mention of you being a twin. However, there was another birth recorded on the same day. The birth mother's name was June Cleaver, and she was listed as delivering a baby girl."

June Cleaver, as in Beaver Cleaver's mother? Before I can ask the obvious question, Sofia continues with "Yes, the father's name was listed as Ward, and Melissa can not find any piece of information proving the two ever existed. The records of the baby were sealed because, get this, she was put up for adoption. Melissa was also able to find out the names of your mother's attending doctor and nurse."

This whole thing is just too weird. I wonder if we can locate the doctor and nurse. I would really like to speak to them especially if I can avoid talking to my mother.

Curious, I ask "Did Melissa say anything else?" Sofia answers "Just that the doctor is deceased, and the nurse is a patient in a health care facility specializing in Alzheimer's."

Well damn, there goes my chance of talking to either of them. I guess we're back to square one, and a visit to my wonderful mother is in my future. Maybe Linda can use her clout to find out a few things.

We are interrupted by a persistent knock at the door, and Sofia graciously offers to answer it as I continue to work through the different reasons for the possible separation. Someone at that hospital has to know what happened; we just have to keep looking until we find them.

Glancing at the doorway, I see Sofia engaged in conversation with . . . son of a bitch. What is he doing here, and why does he appear to be flirting with Sofia? I rise from the couch and walk toward the hotel manager and Sofia. All this time, I thought he was sucking up to me and my 'money' when it was Sofia he was interested in.

I catch a few words here and there on my way to the pair. He is blatantly flirting while Sofia is doing her best to ward him off. This dude has just lost any hope of a tip. Now, he'll have to settle for another kind of tip, one which involves showing him the error of his ways.

Wrapping my arms possessively around Sofia's middle, I pull her so tightly to me that a ray of light would be forced to bend around us. I nip the side of her neck and say "I thought we were going to check out the Jacuzzi in the main bath. What seems to be the hold up? Is there something wrong?" The manager takes one look at the way I am stroking Sofia's midsection and instantly turns red. He fumbles at the door knob and offers a mumbled goodbye. The door shuts on my whispered "good riddance" reply.

Sofia turns toward me as my arms slide around her back. Grinning, she says "Why Sara, I do believe you have a little jealousy thing going on." I start to deny her allegations, but the obvious flattered look on her face keeps me in check. Instead, I lean forward and kiss her. Judging from the return kiss, I decide jealousy can be a good thing.

Catherine calls back some time later with wonderful news. Natalie has been reunited with Linda and Lucy. The three of them are going to fly back to Vegas and stay until all charges against Terry Silverton have been filed. Linda also said she wanted to be sure the case is a slam dunk before she flies back home.

As the conversation comes to a close, we inform Catherine of our plan to fly out in the morning. Before she hangs up, she says "Listen, Linda would appreciate it if you could swing back by the bank on your way out. She wants you to authorize the money transfer back to the states."

Promising to take care of the problem, I remember to ask about the lawyer. Laughing, Catherine answers "Funny thing about that. Thirty minutes after Linda and Lucy retrieved Natalie, he showed up at the police station claiming he had been kidnapped." Her laughter is silenced as she hangs up the phone. After a chuckle or two, I do the same.

After another visit from room service, Sofia and I decide to call it a night. I've called the number supplied by the bank president and requested an 8:00 a.m. appointment. He was most gracious in granting my request. I wonder how accommodating he'll be once he finds out what I have planned.

Aaron and the pilots have also been called. The plane will be ready for departure at 9:00 a.m. It's amazing how quickly things come together when you've got money or in this case, pretend you have money. I guess the saying 'money talks, people listen' is spot on.

After a lengthy make-out session, Sofia and I retire to our rooms, plural. I just hope I'm able to get some sleep between craving Sofia's touch and obsessing with how my twin was taken from me. I can't help but wonder if my life would have been different if I would have had Linda by my side. I think the two of us may have made an unbeatable team.

Morning comes much too quickly as I have only slept a few hours. My mind just wouldn't shut down no matter what I tried. I vacillated from images of a naked Sofia to Linda and me playing together as small children. I just hope I won't need a shrink before this is all over.

Showering and dressing, I make my way into the main part of the suite. Sofia is lounging on the couch comfortably dressed in a pair of jeans and a long sleeve cotton shirt. She takes one look at me dressed in full Armani attire and says "Sara, change out of those clothes. As much as I love seeing you dressed to the nines, you don't need to impress anyone anymore." I don't need to be told twice as I turn on my heel and head back to the bedroom.

We arrive at the bank at 8:00 a.m. sharp. Mr. Merryweather greets us at the door and once again ushers us into the VIP lounge. He doesn't even bat an eye at my casual attire. I'm sure he'll change his tune the minute I make my request known.

Twenty minutes later, we walk out of the bank. Laughing, Sofia remarks "He sure turned into Mr. Stormyweather when you made the transfer. I loved your parting remark about telling all your friends how well you were treated on the second transfer as opposed to the first one. I didn't know a person could turn so white without actually passing out."

I take her hand as we stroll down the sidewalk to the limo. The driver opens the door as we climb into the car. Closing it behind us, he moves to the driver's seat. Sofia leans into me as we pull away from the curb. I could really get used to this.

 

Part 12

Our flight takes off around 10:00 a.m. which should put us into Vegas at roughly the same time. I guess I will get the opportunity to live out my own "Groundhog Day." The nice thing about my version is Sofia will be with me the entire time, and we will both carry the memories into the repeated time frame.

I truly need to take this time to sit back, relax, and enjoy the company on this return flight because I have the feeling my stamina is about to be put to the test both physically and emotionally. Now that Natalie is safe and sound, all attention will shift to the 'twin situation.'

Grissom will probably pass out when I tell him I plan to take some of my never used vacation time effective immediately. I just wish Sofia were able to take time off with me, but there's no way I'd ask that of her.

Two hours into the flight, Aaron serves us a pasta salad and tea. He asks if we'd like to see a movie after lunch, and we both agree leaving the movie choice up to him. I'm a bit afraid of what he will come up with, but Sofia assures me it will be okay.

Aaron sets us up with soda and popcorn before starting the movie. As the credits begin to roll, I glance around to comment on his movie choice, but he is nowhere to be found. I'm sure he is quite proud of himself. I settle back in my seat for the beginning of "Better Than Chocolate." I have to wonder if there is a copy of "Bound" lying around here too.

It's amazing how comfortable and spacious these chairs are. Good thing since Sofia decided to 'share' mine half-way into the movie. The love scenes have definitely gotten a little more interesting especially when I discovered Sofia, much to my surprise, has turned out to be quite the snuggler.

Finally, the two characters kiss in the middle of the street signaling the end of the movie. Neither one of us see the credits roll by since we are engaged in a kiss of our very own. We don't even notice Aaron turn off the DVD and leave the area. The tray of cookies on the table is the only evidence of his presence.

The rest of the flight goes by quickly, and before we know it, we are on approach to the Las Vegas airport. We took advantage of the return trip to discover more about each other. I found out Sofia likes hiking, camping, walks on the beach, and lazing around watching movies. My workaholic nature was confirmed when I could only list researching cold cases and listening to police scanners as my pastimes. Appalled, Sofia vowed to teach me how to have a good time. I can't wait for my first lesson.

We are met at the hangar by Greg, and I find myself pleased by the gesture. Don't get me wrong; all this VIP treatment has been nice, but it's time I get back to my everyday life. Greg smiles and reaches out to hug me as we approach the Denali. He seems to know exactly when I need friendly reassurance. I smile when he whispers "You're looking good, Sara, and from the way Sofia is looking at us, I'd say you and I have plenty to talk about."

I release Greg and turn to find the blue eyes of my girlfriend have taken on a bit of a green tint. I wonder how long it will take us to get over these minor bouts with jealousy. Taking into account both of our personalities, I have a sneaking suspicion never is the answer to that particular question.

After another heartfelt thanks to Aaron, we are on our way. Greg will drop Sofia off at the police station to get her car and then take me to pick up mine at CSI headquarters. Sofia and I have been practically joined at the hip for the past few days, and I am not looking forward to our separation. Sighing, I watch the familiar sights as we drive into the city.

Sofia jumps out of the SUV and retrieves her luggage before I can get my door open. She promises to call me later this afternoon as she winks and walks toward the parking lot. Sulking, I climb back into the vehicle. As we pull away from the curb, I realize she doesn't even have my number. Greg begins the rapid fire questions before I have time to put on a good pout.

When we arrive at the lab, I grab my bag and throw it into my nearby car. I thank Greg with another hug before heading to Grissom's office to leave a note about my time off. If I do this face to face, he'll probably say something to talk me out of it. This way he'll have to call me if there's a problem.

I finally arrive at my apartment around noon. Checking my messages, I find one from Linda. She would like for Sofia and me to join her family for brunch tomorrow at 11:00 a.m. If she doesn't hear from me, she will assume I will be there. I pick up the phone to call Sofia and immediately put it back down. Great, I've already got a major case of the insecurities.

Spending the afternoon cleaning house and washing clothes, I am amazed to find it is already six o'clock. My pleasure at keeping myself occupied vanishes immediately as I realize Sofia hasn't called. I glance at the phone to see if perhaps she left a message when I was vacuuming. I slump down on the couch when my eyes do not detect a blinking light.

Crap. I don't have time for this moping around stuff. I need to channel my energies into Linda's abduction, and it has to be an abduction case because I don't think I could handle knowing my parents may have sold her.

The knocking at my door pulls me to my feet. I shuffle over and peer through the peephole to find a glorious sight. Sofia is leaning against the wall with a pizza box in one hand and a six pack of beer in the other. As I open the door, my gloomy thoughts flee the moment Sofia turns her full wattage smile at me.

Stuffed to the gill on vegetarian pizza and beer, the two of us relax against the back of the couch with our feet on the coffee table. I relay Linda's invitation to brunch, and Sofia agrees to accompany me. She also casually mentions she has taken off the next two weeks to assist me in any way even if it's only to offer moral support.

I offer my thanks in the form of a kiss. I do believe I love this woman.

 

Part 13

Around midnight, I wake up slightly disoriented. I know I'm on the couch in my apartment, but apparently I am not alone as I seem to be wrapped around someone. Taking stock of our positions, it is difficult to distinguish between the two of us. With me against the back of the couch and her in front, our arms, legs, and torsos fit together perfectly.

Inhaling deeply, I smile as I am able to identify the unique scent of Sofia. We must have fallen asleep watching TV, but I certainly don't remember turning it off. I glance down to see the remote still clutched in Sofia's hand. Gently, I remove it and pull her close. Within minutes, I am back in the land of dreamless sleep.

In the morning, we both awaken at the same time. Sofia stretches that glorious body of hers and then relaxes back against me. I think I may have found a new reason to get up in the morning as long as Sofia is part of the awakening process.

We are both surprised to find it's nearing 9:00 a.m. Sofia untangles herself from my body and rises from the couch. Looking around for her shoes, she apologetically says "Sara, I'm so sorry I fell asleep. I should have gotten up when I realized you had dozed off. I didn't mean to stay the night." She locates the missing shoes and nervously begins to put them on.

Sofia is always so cool and in control that I am a bit amused by her uncharacteristic skittish behavior. I sit up on the couch as I watch her continue to fumble with her shoes. "Hey, why don't you come sit down to put those on? You don't have to be in such a rush to get out of here. We have plenty of time before we have to be at the penthouse, and for the record, I am not the least bit upset you stayed over last night."

Hell, I'm beyond ecstatic and hope this will be an activity that will be repeated several times a week. Daily would be even better.

I suggest she wait here while I jump in the shower and get dressed. Afterward, we can head over to her place for her to change before driving over to meet Linda, Lucy, and Natalie for brunch. Sofia seems to like the idea so I walk to the bedroom before she changes her mind. Too bad we're not in any hurry, showering together would definitely save some time. On second thought, it would probably make us very late.

We manage to both shower and dress before driving to the hotel with time to spare. Sofia suggests dropping off our borrowed wardrobe at the hotel's laundry, and then the freshly cleaned items can be returned to Linda. I don't dare mention that the clothes Lucy purchased for her to wear probably won't fit Linda and definitely will be too large for Lucy.

As I knock on the penthouse door, I hear the patter of running feet approach from the other side. The door swings open to reveal a dark haired, brown eyed little person, in other words, a mini me. Before I can introduce myself, I am engulfed in a bear hug around my legs. I lean down and return the hug as best I can.

The child's voice shouts out "Hi, Aunt Sara. Maman said you look just like mommy, and she was right. You are both beautiful."

Oh God, I'm not ready for this. I clamp down on my jaw tightly to try to keep control of my emotions. Falling apart in front of Natalie is definitely not the first impression I want to make. Sofia moves next to me and lightly rubs my back as I continue to hug my niece.

After a few moments, I have regained my composure thanks in a large part to Sofia as her touch has a grounding effect on me. I kiss Natalie on the top of the head and kneel down to her level. Smiling, I say "Thank you for the compliment, but you are the one who is beautiful."

Her response is interrupted by the arrival of Linda and Lucy. The two of them are absolutely glowing especially when Natalie rushes over to give them each a hug. Sofia takes my hand as we watch the reunited family interact.

The conversation during brunch is kept light due to Natalie's presence. There is no discussion of Terry Silverton or Linda's obvious relation to me. Instead, Natalie regales us with stories of her 'vacation.'

Apparently, neither Linda nor her in-laws have told Natalie the truth behind the visit. She truly seems to believe Linda and Lucy were aware of the trip because her Uncle David took her to visit her grandparents. I need to ask Catherine about this Uncle David.

I certainly hope someone fills Natalie in on the details in the very near future. This kid is too smart not to figure it out, and I have a feeling it will be sooner rather than later.

As we move to the den area, a buzzer sounds signaling another visitor. I look to Sofia and shrug my shoulders as we take a seat on the couch. Lucy moves to the door and looks through the peephole. Smiling, she opens it to reveal Catherine and her daughter, Lindsey. I guess the talk Linda and I need to have is going to be put on the back burner once again.

Natalie runs over and excitedly joins the group. Conversation is exchanged before Catherine, Lindsey, and Natalie walk out the door. After saying their goodbyes, Lucy and Linda move over to sit on the love seat across from Sofia and me. I think I may have been setup with this strategic move.

Looking over at the couple, I ask "Where's Natalie off to?" Lucy leans back and places her arm behind Linda as she says "Catherine offered to take her to see 'Over the Hedge.' I think Lindsey wanted to see it too, but she needed a good excuse to be seen in the theater. Natalie supplied the perfect reason."

Oh, I get it. Lucy and Catherine probably got together and came up with this particular stratagem. I make a second mental note to keep the two of them apart from now on. There is no telling what possibilities they can come up with

Although, this time I am grateful they managed to create some time for Linda and I to discuss things. I am also thankful for the presence of both Sofia and Lucy. I think Linda and I are going to need all the moral support we can get. Besides, I don't want to have to relate this story again.

Now that we're finally alone, I find myself speechless. How can I tell Linda about our parents? She has accepted me with open arms, but I wonder how she will feel when she learns the truth.

Vague may be the way to go. I could just say our father was an abusive drunk and mother wasn't much better; however, the murder is a different story. I don't think there is any way I can gloss over that particular item.

Linda evidently picks up on my dilemma as she moves over and sits next to me on the couch. Before I can try to explain the situation with our parents, Linda says "Sara, I have done a bit of research. I know all about the abuse and subsequent murder of our father. I am so sorry you had to go through such a horrible experience on your own."

Pausing, she adds "Knowing what you went through, I am a little hesitant to tell you what I have planned, but Lucy insists you need to be apprised of my intentions. Tomorrow morning, I plan to fly out to visit our mother at the state prison in San Francisco. If at all possible, I would like for you to come with me."

 

Part 14

Funny thing about hyperventilation; one minute you are breathing like a perfectly normal person, and the next, you couldn't catch a breath if your life depended on it. As I sit here gasping, I suddenly realize my life does indeed depend upon it.

Closing my eyes, I allow myself to be guided to the classic head between the knees position. I focus all concentration on my breathing cadence to try to gain back control of my runaway breath. In the background, I can barely make out Sofia's voice urging me to relax.

A feeling of déjà vu surrounds me as I realize this is the second time Sofia has helped me through this type of emotional reaction. Next time we are alone, I need to let her know only earth shattering news or thoughts of a face to face with my mother elicit this kind of response. Normally, I just take things in stride until I can have some time alone to deal with the situation.

Finally feeling comfortable enough to look up, I find Lucy standing in front of me with a huge paper bag. She shifts nervously from foot to foot and asks "Are you okay? Do you need to breathe in this bag?" I smile my thanks and assure her I'm okay.

Unless she planned to put that monstrosity over my head, I don't think it would have done me much good because there is no way I could have cinched it tight enough to try to blow into, and I definitely would have passed out if I had to fill the entire thing. Oh well, it's the thought that counts.

Sofia continues to soothe me by rubbing small circles on my back. Although it's not necessary anymore, the contact is much appreciated. Turning my attention to Linda, I say "What exactly do you hope to find out from mommy dearest? She's not exactly the kind of person to divulge any kind of helpful information unless she stands to profit from it. The minute she finds out how much money you have; she will tell you anything, most of which will not be true."

Linda calmly sits back against the love seat and replies "I don't plan to tell her who I am, at least not in the beginning." Wrinkling my brow, I attempt to decipher her meaning. Mother doesn't talk to people she doesn't know. She merely . . . oh, oh, . . . no, no, no. Mother will tear her to shreds.

Shaking my head back and forth, I forcefully remark "This is not the same as when I took on your role. Mother is the devil incarnate. She gets off on other people's misery. There is no way I'm letting you go into the room alone with her. If anyone questions her, it should be me." All eyes turn toward me, and you could hear a pin drop from the next room.

After what seems like an eternity of silence, Sofia very quietly says "Sara, I want you to listen to me for just a second without replying. Can you do that?" I pause before answering yes. I just hope I can follow through.

She turns slightly so that she is face to face with me before saying "Just the thought of seeing your mother made you so upset you hyperventilated to the point of almost passing out. What's going to happen when you actually see her? She seems to have such a hold on you, and her power comes from that knowledge. Linda will have the advantage in the encounter. She may even be able to trick her into revealing something about the birth."

These people don't get it. My mother always has the advantage. She will just think Linda is me and berate her like she's done to me my entire life. As for the story of being twins, she won't believe a word Linda says. She'll chalk it up to storytelling, the mechanism I used growing up to try to get out of trouble.

What we need is the element of surprise or something to shock her right away. Something that will get her attention and that she will notice immediately. Something like the two of us walking in together, side by side, unannounced. Grinning maniacally, I visualize the initial encounter between mother and her two girls. Now, that just might work.

About an hour later, I have convinced the others of my plan. We should at least be able to tell if dear old mom knows something by her reaction at seeing the two of us. Maybe then we can negotiate with her.

Linda is somewhat surprised when Sofia mentions she will be accompanying us to the facility. Lucy, on the other hand, is absolutely ecstatic. She will be staying behind with Natalie and was worried about Linda and me going on our own. I also think having a member of law enforcement will make things run more smoothly. Oh hell, who am I kidding? I don't need a reason to be glad she's going.

We finalize our plans before Sofia and I take our leave. The meeting at the prison is scheduled for 10:30 a.m. so we need to depart by 7:30 a.m. The flight will take just over an hour and a half, and we need to plan for traveling time to the prison. I'd also like to get there a little early to familiarize myself with the facility.

Sofia and I inform Linda that we will meet her at the hanger at 7:00 a.m. We say our goodbyes and get last minute instructions from Lucy. Well, actually she gave us last minute ultimatums. Suffice it to say, Linda better be well protected or our ass is grass.

As we head for my apartment, I can't help but notice Sofia is taking the long route. Looking out the side window, I try to hide my pleased expression. It's nice to know I'm not the only one who doesn't want our day together to end.

When we arrive in the parking lot, Sofia pulls into the closest space and turns off the engine. She hasn't said too much on the drive over so I have no idea what she is thinking. As I place my hand on the door release, I contemplate asking her to come in for a drink.

Before I can pose my question, she turns to me and says "Sara, I'm worried about you. I know you can handle yourself, but you have had quite a bit added to your plate these past few days. I'd like to stay with you tonight if that's okay. I just want to be near if you should need me."

Halleluiah! I do believe she is in for the long haul. I have had so many promises and subsequent disappointments in the past, but Sofia is the real deal.

Leaning over, I gently kiss her lips and reply "Sounds perfect. Why don't you go pack your things for the trip and bring them over when you're ready? I'll be waiting for you."

Sofia graces me with one of her beautiful smiles and promises to return soon. I watch her drive out of the complex as I make my way up the stairs.

Sprinting to the top, I giddily open my door. Once inside, I pump my fist in celebration.

'I've got an actual bona fide girlfriend!'

 

Part 15

Sofia returns within the hour with all her things plus a few DVD selections. I wonder how her choices will compare to Aaron's. I guess I'll have to wait to find out since she wants to discuss a game plan for tomorrow first.

We relax on the sofa facing each other with our backs against the ends. I pull my knees up to keep our feet from tangling together. It's a little too early in our upcoming discussion to be playing footsies, and I'm afraid I might be tempted to take it further. More importantly, I don't know if I can venture into the past without breaking down if Sofia is touching me.

I briefly outline my childhood leaving out the more painful memories, and Sofia is letting me get away with it for now anyway. She seems to be more interested in my mother's personality than anything else. I think she may be looking for any telltale sign mother may give during the interview. It's probably a good thing too since I'm not exactly sure how sharp my senses will be tomorrow.

As we talk about the hospital where I was born, Sofia mentions that we may want to go talk to the nurse listed in the hospital records. She says many times an Alzheimer's patient will remember things in the distant past as if they happened yesterday. Interesting, I hadn't thought of that avenue, but I think it is something we may want to pursue.

Soon afterwards, Sofia suggests we lighten things up with a little entertainment, and I am somewhat disappointed when I realize she means to watch her DVD's. I could think of a few other ways to keep us 'entertained,' but I will yield to her choice.

I settle back against the couch and wait for Sofia to insert the DVD into the player. As she bends over, I can't help but admire her nice, firm backside. Personally, I don't care what movie she has chosen for us to watch. I now have one more image I can evoke whenever the urge arises.

When she returns to the couch, she once again takes her seat on the end, but this time, she faces forward and motions for me to lie down with my head in her lap. I don't hesitate to abide by her wishes as she leans down and pecks my lips before hitting the play button. I turn to face the TV with a giant smile on my face.

The first scene opens up in some sort of hotel. I open my mouth to question the name of the movie when I hear a very British accent coming from off camera. I don't have to wait long to discover the man behind the voice as the image of John Cleese steps into view. Oh my God, it's "Fawlty Towers." I absolutely love this show. Settling in on Sofia's lap, I turn my full attention to the TV.

Sometime later, I focus in on Sophia's voice. "Sara, we need to stop this marathon for awhile and get something to eat. Aren't you in the least bit hungry?"

I force my attention away from the screen and answer "No, not really, but we can take a break when this episode is over." She sighs and returns her gaze back to the TV. Promising to make it up to her later, I turn back just as the moose-hanging sequence is about to begin.

As the episode ends, I rise from the couch chuckling and wiping the tears from my eyes. Sofia seems to be more amused at my response than she was with the show.

Grinning, I say "Sofia, a little comic relief was exactly what I needed. I just love British humor and especially John Cleese." Pausing, I add "You deserve to be rewarded for taking my mind off tomorrow. Why don't you relax on the couch while I run to the deli down the street?"

Sofia poutingly replies "Although a sandwich does sound good, I would rather have my reward in kisses." I graciously acquiesce to her desire as I lean down and take her face in my hands.

After consuming our meal, we head back to the couch. This time Sofia lies with her head in my lap. I love this role reversal thing we have going on. It seems each of us is comfortable in any position just so long as we are touching each other.

Our conversation revolves around work this time around as Sofia enlightens me on her stint as a CSI. She was mostly content as acting supervisor of the day shift but felt there was something missing. When she was demoted for her candor and truthfulness, she admits she lost a bit of confidence in her abilities.

I push the hair from her face as she looks up at me. Smiling sadly, she says "I think I could have been happy with you guys on the night shift, but there was no way I would have been accepted. I was viewed as one of Ecklie's cronies and even though I was basically fired from my previous position, no one wanted to be friends with me. I really believe my unhappiness at the job led me to where I am today, and I am truly happy now."

Shit, she's right. We never gave her a chance because we were too busy being pissed off about the split. Catherine, Warrick, and Nick were placed on the swing shift, and I was furious at anyone and everyone.

Feeling very guilty, I try to come up with an apology for my rude behavior toward her. Sofia reaches up smoothing my wrinkled brow and says "Hey, I didn't tell you all that stuff to make you feel bad. I would have felt the same way if I had been in your shoes. Besides, we wouldn't be where we are at this moment if things hadn't worked out the way they have. Everything's wonderful so let's enjoy it."

It takes a marathon of another kind to assuage my guilt. I imagine my lips are quite swollen from our lengthy make-out session, but I am certainly not going to complain. I'll just pretend I have had a collagen injection. Now, if I can only figure out a way to get the crick out of my neck.

The sleeping arrangements are decided upon without any argument from me especially since my crick has been taken care of in the process. Sofia noticed how I was gingerly turning my head every now and then so she offered to work it out in the form of a massage.

After my wonderful masseuse completed her job, I offered to sleep on the couch and let her have the bed. Sofia maintained the two of us could share the queen size bed. I gladly accepted her counter offer.

In fact, I didn't even bat an eye when she asked if it would be okay for her to hold me while we slept. I just smiled and turned on my side so that she could cuddle from behind. I'm definitely not crazy enough to look a gift horse in the mouth.

 

Part 16

The alarm blares with the music of Five for Fighting's 'Superman.' How appropriate since it's most definitely not easy being me today. I just wish I had a red cape to fly away if the need arises.

Arms around me tighten reminding me that I am not alone in this quest of mine. With both Linda and Sofia by my side, I'm hoping the need for flight will be not be necessary. Only time will tell.

A kiss on my shoulder confirms my sleeping partner's wakefulness. Rolling over in Sofia's arms, I greet her with a soft kiss which rapidly turns into a heated exchange. She alone has the presence of mind to slow things down since we don't have time to take it any further, short of a quickie that is, and this relationship requires the first time to be slow and easy.

I offer for Sofia to take the shower first while I brew us some coffee. We are running a little late to eat breakfast so I'm hoping for Sofia's sake that Linda serves something on the plane. As for me, I'm afraid my stomach will barely be able to keep the coffee down.

We arrive at the airport with five minutes to spare. Parking our car in the nearby hanger, we grab our things and head toward the plane. Imagine our surprise when Aaron greets us at the top of the steps. It seems Sofia had told Linda about how wonderful he was to us so she hired him away from the other private airline by offering a very nice employment package. Her previous flight attendant had resigned just last week, and Linda said if Aaron was good enough for us; he was good enough for them.

As we board the airplane, we are greeted by yet another surprise. Lucy and Natalie are going along as well. Linda pulled me aside and explained Catherine has more than enough evidence to indict Terry, his brother David, and Tom, the vice-president of the bank, who as it turns out happens to be Terry's best friend from high school.

Lucy and Natalie will be dropped off at the hotel before the three of us take our trip to the prison. I know Lucy wants to go with us, but right now, she is just happy she'll be in the same city. I'm sure she'll change her tune the closer we get to the hotel.

The others are served a breakfast of French toast, coffee, and orange juice. I find that even the thought of coffee makes my stomach queasy. Politely excusing myself, I move toward the rear of the plane to lie down. It's time to gather up all my defenses in preparation for seeing my mother for the first time in over twenty years.

Aaron makes an appearance after a few minutes with a glass of sprite and a few saltine crackers. He informs me that it always settles his stomach so I might want to give it a try. I thank him as I take the glass and begin to nibble on a cracker. I slowly sip the liquid with each bite. Sitting in a nearby chair, I watch the clouds go by as I plan my strategy.

My crackers and soda are long gone by the time Sofia comes back to check on me. If I wasn't so attuned to her, I would have never known she was watching me. I allow her several minutes of 'looking after me' before turning in my chair to greet her. My smile and calm manner make her to feel comfortable enough to approach me. I value my privacy, but I don't want her to ever feel she has to stay away no matter what emotional stress or turmoil I may be in.

Returning my smile, she squats down in front of my chair. She reaches out and strokes my face asking "Hey, you doing okay?" I lean into her touch and answer as honestly as I can. "No, not really. I am dreading seeing my mother. I have put that part of my life behind me for so long in hopes it would not resurface again. A few cases here and there would cause me some turmoil, but I was always able to keep things bottled up. I'm afraid to 'uncork' this particular part of my life."

Sofia takes my hand and leads me to the nearby couch. Sitting down, she pulls me close and says "I'm here, and I won't let anything bad happen to you. I promise." I lean into her and allow myself to be strengthened by her words.

As the captain announces our approach, I find I am feeling much better. Between Aaron's remedy and Sofia's reassurance, my queasiness has disappeared. The two of us rise and head for the front of the plane to prepare for the landing. Sofia holds my hand and leads the way.

Another limousine awaits us as we deplane. Natalie runs over and hugs the driver tightly. I think this must be Linda's regular driver or else I'm going to have to have a chat with Natalie about being too friendly to strangers.

Linda introduces Jerry as her personal driver letting Natalie off the hook. He tips the bill of his cap toward us and then efficiently loads our things in the trunk. After a good-bye to Aaron, we are on our way.

I am a bit confused as Jerry takes the Interstate highway away from San Francisco instead of heading directly to a hotel. Linda explains she has a house in San Francisco since Lucy has to spend quite a bit of time here on business. She didn't say anything earlier because she was worried I would insist on staying in a hotel.

Great, I've been kidnapped by my twin. After our visit to the prison, I need to clue Linda in on my feelings about manipulation. I know she means well, but all she had to do was let me know what was going on. Truth be told, I will be much more comfortable in her house especially since there won't be any hotel managers around who can flirt with Sofia.

We arrive at Linda's house or should I say mansion in about twenty minutes. Linda informs us the prison is another twenty minutes away so we need to leave immediately. Sofia and I stay in the car while Linda steps out with Lucy and Natalie. A couple of minutes later, we are back on the road.

The ride to the prison is silent. There really is nothing left to say. Linda and I will walk in together and face our mother. What happens from there is anyone's guess. Glancing at Linda, I am pleased she chose jeans and a top similar to mine. If she had worn Armani, mom would have been able to pick me out immediately.

Upon our arrival, we are greeted at the front entrance by the warden. Sofia is not too happy about having to leave her gun at the checkpoint, but she reluctantly agrees. As we walk down the hall to the visitation area, my hands begin to slightly tremor. Sofia reaches down and takes the nearest one in hers and gives a slight squeeze.

The warden stops in front of the last door on the right and informs us that mother is already in the room. As I reach for the doorknob with my shaking hand, Sofia says "Linda, could you give us a minute? There's something I need to show Sara." Linda nods her head in assent.

Confused, I follow Sofia into the adjacent room. She takes my hand and guides me toward the viewing glass. Stepping behind me, she wraps her arms around me and whispers in my ear "Sara, in your mind you are a little girl who is afraid of the monster who is your mother. You are no longer that little girl; you are a beautiful, strong woman. Your mother isn't the powerful woman she once was."

Reaching out with her right hand, she pulls the blinds up to reveal a room with a table. A feeble looking older woman is sitting at the table with her hands folded. I focus in on her face and am surprised by what I see.

I utter a single word, "Mother."

Part 17

My eyes can not quite believe what they are seeing. Let's see mom is um, . . . sixty two; so how come she looks so damn old? She used to be larger than life, and one of the most intimidating people I have ever known. What could have possibly happened?

I turn in Sofia's embrace before asking "What's wrong with her? Is she sick?" Sofia shrugs her shoulders and answers "I don't know if anything is wrong with her. I just assumed the struggles of prison life along with aging would make her less powerful in your eyes. At least that was my hope."

Focusing back on mother, I concentrate on the one part of her anatomy I have always avoided, her eyes. They are dark like mine, but they have a soulless quality as if love has never resided there. She could always make me feel so small with a single glance.

Mother looks over at the mirror at the same time I am zeroing in on her black orbs. She stares in the mirror for several seconds before focusing back on the door. The moment those eyes make contact with mine I attempt to step backwards away from the glare; however, my movement is stopped by Sofia's embrace.

I don't realize I'm shaking until Sofia holds me close and says "Relax, Sara. She can't hurt you anymore. You need to face her and take your life back. You can do this." I close my eyes and allow Sofia's words to sink in.

She's right; I have been intimidated by mom for far too long. I'm thirty seven years old for God's sake. I'm not that scared little girl any longer, and it's high time I realized it.

Stepping from Sofia's embrace, I reach for her hand and walk towards the door to the corridor. Linda is patiently waiting on the other side and extends her hand forward. I give Sofia's hand a squeeze before releasing it. Together, Linda and I head toward the truth with a protective Sofia following close behind.

I square my shoulders and enter the room first. Mother looks up at me and immediately begins to smirk. As she opens her mouth to make a snide remark, Linda steps into the room beside me. Mother closes her mouth and stares at the two of us. After only a mere second, she reverts back to her smirk, but I saw the widening of her pupils. She was not expecting this entrance.

Mother continues to look between the two of us before saying "Okay, which one of you bitches is my daughter? I don't feel like playing games today." Neither Linda nor I say a word; we just move to take a seat across from the woman of my nightmares while Sofia chooses to stand by the door.

The standoff lasts for several more minutes before I ask "Hey mom, how come you never mentioned I had a twin?" She immediately throws her head back and laughs. Chuckling, she answers "Sara, my dear. You don't have a twin. Granted this girl looks like you, but haven't you heard the expression 'everyone has a twin somewhere.' I guess you found yours."

Linda starts to speak, but I stop her with a squeeze of her knee. Instead, I say "DNA doesn't lie, mother. This is Linda Silverton, your daughter and my sister. We are here to find out the truth. What happened in that hospital on the day I was born?"

Mother stands up and leans toward us. Sofia moves forward, but I put a hand up to stop her. I want to hear what mother dearest has to say.

"Sara, I see you still escape to that fantasy world of yours where there are picket fences, homemade pies, and parents who dote all over you. Well, you have gone too far this time. I'll tell you what happened on the day you were born. I was in labor for fifteen hours before you pushed your way into the world kicking and screaming. Your son of a bitch father was drunk in some bar and didn't even drive me to the hospital, and for your information, the only sorry excuse for a baby I had that day was you. There wasn't a twin."

After her long spiel, mother begins to cough uncontrollably. I get up to move to her side, but a deadly glare keeps me on my side of the table. Several minutes later, she reaches for a glass of water and drinks down half the liquid.

The coughing has stopped, but her breathing has become labored. She wipes her mouth with a Kleenex and sits back in her chair. I can't help but focus on the blood covered Kleenex.

Mother watches my eyes before saying "Your wish has finally come true, Sara. I have stage four lung cancer. Matter of fact, I just found out a couple of days ago. You know how I have always hated doctors. I've avoided going to the clinic for as long as I could, but the damn jailer drug my ass down there last week. Hell, I could have told them I was dying."

Stunned, I sit back in my chair. Linda reaches over and takes my hand while she attempts to ask mother a few questions. I try to stay focused on the conversation, but my mind won't let me. I can't believe it; mother is dying.

I turn my attention back to the two of them just as mother stands to leave the room. Looking directly into my eyes, she says "Don't come back, Sara. Let me die in peace." With that, she walks out of the door escorted by a uniformed officer.

Sofia moves behind me as soon as the door closes. Placing her hand on the nape of my neck, she lightly massages my neck and shoulders. I lean into her touch and force myself to stay in control.

Not allowing myself the opportunity to break down, I ask Linda "What's your take on what mother said about the birth?"

Linda shakes her head and replies "She sure seemed adamant about you being the only baby. I get the impression she really thinks I'm just someone who looks very much like you."

Nodding, I add "I agree. I don't think she knows anything about the apparent abduction which for the life of me I can't explain. I guess we're back to square one."

I feel a squeeze on the back of my neck before I hear "What about the nurse? I think she may be able to tell us something."

Before I can reply, Linda asks "What nurse?"

 

Part 18

Sofia proceeds to fill Linda in on her findings regarding the attending doctor and nurse while I sit back and reflect upon this surreal situation. Is this really happening? Am I calmly sitting here in this visitation room? A room that not five minutes ago was occupied by my dying mother who has denied having any knowledge of a second child. How can that be and why am I inclined to believe her?

If I came out kicking and screaming like she described, wouldn't Linda have been close behind? I would think delivering a second child would be something she would remember. From what I've heard about childbirth, I know I certainly would. Something had to have gone horribly wrong. What could it have been?

Sofia's hand on mine turns my attention back to the here and now. I look up as she says "C'mon, let's get out of this place. We can discuss our new game plan when we get back to Linda's." I obediently rise and walk out with the two. We have a new game plan?

The ride back to the house is silent. Linda is typing fast and furiously on her laptop while I lean heavily on Sofia. Mother's words keep replaying over and over in my head. 'Hell, I could have told them I was dying.'

Lucy greets us at the door firing question after question. I walk past her toward a set of sliding glass doors. Opening them, I step outside leaving Linda and Sofia to play twenty questions. I don't want to rehash the meeting. I just want some time alone to sort out my feelings and emotions.

My eyes immediately light up when I see the Olympic size pool. There is nothing like a little exercise to stimulate the mind. Shit. I didn't bring my suit, and I'm fairly certain swimming in the nude is not allowed. Putting my hands in my pockets, I stroll toward the pool. At least I can dip my feet in the water.

Nearing my destination, I notice a rather large pool house set back to the left so I decide to check things out before sitting on the pool's edge. I open the door and walk to the far wall where I find at least twenty bathing suits still in the package. Smiling, I strip off my clothes and choose a lavender Speedo. On my way out the door, I grab a matching cap and goggles. I make a mental note to pay Linda for the suit and accessories later.

I dive into the cool water and breast stroke to the end. Completing a flip turn, I change to freestyle and concentrate on my breathing. After a couple of lengths, I have fallen into a comfortable rhythm. Now, it's time to concentrate on my emotions.

Stroke, stroke . . . so mother's dying . . . stroke, stoke . . . how does that make me feel? . . . stroke, stroke . . . sad? . . . stroke, stroke . . . confused? . . . stroke, stroke . . . no, relieved . . . stroke, stroke . . . does that make me a bad person? . . . stroke, stroke . . . no, it makes me human . . . stroke, stroke, stroke.

Sixty lengths later, I have worked through my feelings about mother's impending death. Even though she never wanted me and made my life a living hell, I am grateful to her for my being; for that alone, I am sorry for her plight.

I slow my approach to the near wall and lazily flip back toward the other end. Completing the final length, I touch the wall, grab hold of the side, and blow out a final breath. Damn that felt good. I wish I could start out every day with nice cathartic swim.

As I put my hands on the coping to push myself out of the water, another hand comes into my view. Looking up through my goggled eyes, I see a silhouette of Sofia's shape. I take hold of her hand and allow her to pull me from the pool. I reach up to remove my swim cap and goggles as a towel is placed over my shoulders. Walking toward a couple of lounge chairs, I take a seat on the end as I continue to dry off.

Sofia moves to the adjacent chair and lies down as she watches me. Oh, to be that chair. Using the towel to dry my hair, I ask "Is Lucy all caught up with the life and times of Sara Sidle?" Sofia chuckles and answers "I don't know. I only waited a few minutes before I followed you out here. You swim very well by the way. Not to mention you look pretty damn hot in that suit. I didn't realize a one piece could be so sexy."

Embarrassed, I avoid eye contact and wrap the towel around my 'sexy' body as I offer my thanks. I don't think anyone has ever referred to me as hot. In fact, I'm sure of it.

Now, Sofia on the other hand exudes sexuality. Those tight fitting pants riding low on her hips with her blouse unbuttoned revealing just the slightest bit of cleavage. Along with the confidence she radiates and her cocky swagger, she has heads turning left and right.

The next thing I know, the object of my thoughts is sitting right next to me. Sofia reaches out and removes the towel from my body as she slowly pushes me down with her. We lie entwined on the lounge chair, and I shiver as her hand moves dangerously close to my ass. All thought processes come to a screeching halt as she leans forward and kisses me deeply. I pull her close and return the passion.

Ever so slowly, Sofia begins to work her way to my neck. Always the helpful partner, I turn my head to the side and allow her access. A throat is cleared signaling the arrival of a third party as Sofia licks and sucks her way to the top of my suit. Sofia lifts up and kisses me once more before turning her attention to the intruder. "Hello, Lucy. Can we help you with something?"

I open my eyes to see a very amused Lucy. She grins and says "Sorry for the interruption, but Linda would like for the two of you to join us for a light lunch. Sara, there's a shower in the pool house if you want to rinse off the chlorine." Turning back toward the house, she adds "Lunch will be served in about half an hour. See you two on the terrace." She leaves a trail of laughter in her wake as two sexually frustrated individuals watch her departure.

We reluctantly untangle ourselves and finally stand. Reaching down for the towel, I lift back up and notice Sofia's damp clothing. Motioning toward her shirt, I say "Shit, Sofia. You are going to need to change as well. I'm sorry I got you all wet."

Grinning mischievously, Sofia responds "You don't know the half of it, Sara. I'm going to have to change my underwear too."

 

Part 19

Falling back against the lounge chair, I catch myself before I flip over the side. Sofia takes a step toward me and lightly kisses my cheek. Chuckling, she says "Close your mouth, sweetie. You're going to catch flies." I immediately snap my mouth shut as Sofia steps away and turns toward the house. As she begins to walk away, she adds "You go take your shower, and I'll go change. Meet me on the terrace when you finish." Jeez, this woman is definitely going to be the death of me.

Dechlorinated and freshly showered, I make my way back to the main house. I was finally able to pull myself from the chair and walk to the pool house since it took quite some time for me to regain my equilibrium. I have a feeling I will need to be on my toes constantly with Sofia around.

I step onto the terrace to find the gang's all here. Apologizing for making them wait, I take my seat next to a smiling Sofia. Natalie immediately begins to tell me how much fun she had in Vegas and wondered if she could come visit me for a few days this summer. Flattered, I tell her I would love for her to visit as long as it is okay with her mother. Linda seems pleased as she agrees. The rest of the lunch conversation deals with all the things Natalie wants to do when she visits. I think Natalie will be the death of me too.

After our meal, the grown-ups retire to the den while Natalie heads to her tennis lessons from the local pro that comes to the house twice a week for the instruction. Linda says Natalie is quite the athlete, but she really hates to practice. Ah, I remember those days. The tournaments were great fun; however, Natalie is right, practice definitely sucked.

The four of us move to the game table to discuss our strategy. Lucy places several computer printouts on the table, and the four of us quietly read over the information. There is quite a bit of data on the attending doctor and nurse as well as the new wing that was built shortly after our birth.

Looking through the next paragraph, I come across a very interesting tidbit. The wing is named after the attending doctor. Reading the highlighted section, I find the name of the benefactor, John Paul Silverton.

Holy shit, this does not look good for the elder Silvertons. Could they have 'purchased' Linda? I glance up to find my twin watching me with a sad expression on her face. This must be killing her to think her wonderful parents may have taken her from her biological ones.

Turning my attention to Linda, I say "Hey, we don't know the chain of events that occurred before this wing was constructed. There is no need to draw conclusions when we don't know the facts. Let's wait until we find out more."

Lucy nods her head at my assessment and adds "Sara's right. Now is not the time to be making any conjectures. Your parents were good people, Linda. I'm sure there is a reasonable explanation for their actions."

Linda smiles and reaches for Lucy's hand. Sofia then smiles and reaches for mine. I certainly hope we don't complete the circle and sing "Kumbaya." I'm not quite ready for unity and closeness yet, well at least with Linda and Lucy that is. I have been ready for Sofia for some time now.

As we continue our discussion, the phone rings and Lucy excuses herself. Linda, Sofia, and I pick up the remaining research to scan. I am halfway through the hospital notes when Lucy rushes back into the room. She excitedly says "I've got us an appointment with Nurse Morris tomorrow at 10:00 a.m. The doctor says she remembers almost everything up to 1972. There's a good chance she will know what happened with the switch or abduction or whatever."

Linda gets up and embraces Lucy before replying "That's wonderful. Let me go and arrange for a helicopter pilot to fly us to Tamales Bay." Together the two of them exit the room leaving Sofia and I confused. It seems Lucy is extremely resourceful. I figured it would take days to even get a doctor to talk to us, and there seems to be one more little detail that no one has bothered to mention.

Turning to Sofia, I ask "Um . . . did Linda just say Tamales Bay?" In a matter of fact tone, Sofia answers "Yes, Nurse Morris never left the city. Why? Is there a prob . . . shit . . . I'm sorry, Sara. I didn't even think. Stupid, stupid, stupid."

I tighten my grip on Sofia's hand to stop her from berating herself. "Hey, it's okay. It was just a bit of a surprise." Trying for a little levity, I add "I may as well visit my old stomping ground while I'm here. After all, I made it though mother's visit. How hard can it be?"

Sofia leans in and gently kisses my lips. Pulling away she says "I am sorry for not telling you. I just didn't think about how you might feel to go back there. I promise to be more vigilant of things that might affect you."

Wow. She really means it too. I lean forward and return her sentiments.

Of course, Linda and Lucy choose this exact moment to return. Both of them find enjoyment in giving us a little grief about not being able to keep our hands or lips off each other.

Since tomorrow will be intense to say the least, Lucy suggests we go into the city tonight for a relaxing dinner. Natalie has been invited to stay over at a friend's house tonight and tomorrow. Linda assures me it is a trusted friend and is both amused and touched that I am looking out for her daughter's well being. Well, isn't that what aunts are supposed to do? Especially aunts who are members of law enforcement?

Linda has the limo drop Natalie off at her friends while we take Lucy's 2006 H2 SUV Lux Series Hummer. I didn't think it was possible, but I now have SUV envy. Hell, even if I could afford the vehicle, I would have to admire it in its parking spot since I couldn't afford to keep filling it up with gas. Single digit gas mileage is not for me.

Lucy pulls into Manora's Thai Cuisine, and I am very pleased with her choice. Thai usually has a vegetarian menu as well its regular one so score one for Lucy. I think she has been paying attention.

We enjoy quiet conversation in the relaxed atmosphere. Lucy and Linda are so laid back, and it is obvious how much they love each other. I hope to share the same comfortableness with Sofia one day.

As we leave the restaurant, I finally start to get some of my bearings back. It's been far too long since I've been in this city. Noticing the turn signal, I look around and immediately realize our destination. I sit back and take Sofia's hand while Lucy finds a parking spot.

Lucy doesn't disappoint when she chose Wild Side West, a unique bar reflecting the attitude of San Francisco. More importantly, it welcomes lesbians. I personally can't wait to beat the pants off of Sofia in a game of pool. Of course, I wouldn't mind her losing them in the bedroom either; although, I can think of a more erotic way to remove them if that were the case.

 

Part 20

We walk into the bar, and Lucy instructs Linda and me to go grab a pool table while she and Sofia get the drinks. Linda and I state our drink preference before moving to the back of the bar. There are several tables to choose from so we decide on one near the far wall. Grabbing a couple of chairs, I place them near the table just as our partners join us.

Sofia gives me a kiss as she hands over my beer. There's nothing quite like a kiss with a beer chaser. Next time, I think I'll try it the other way around.

As Linda and Sofia take a seat, it becomes obvious who the competitive ones will be. I glance over at Lucy who has rolled up her sleeves and is racking the balls. We each grab a cue, and I defer the break to Lucy. She gives a cocky grin as she walks to the end of the table. We'll see how cocky she is after I soundly defeat her.

Sofia begins to chuckle at something Linda has whispered in her ear. I certainly hope I'm not the brunt of their joke.

I turn back in time to see Lucy hit the cue ball with amazing force. I watch as it makes contact with the others, and the corner balls fly into the end pockets. Shit, I think I'm in for a long night. Linda and Sofia immediately burst out in laughter, and now I know I've been had.

After a couple of beers, Lucy's game has actually improved. I feel like I'm watching the World Championship of Billiards on ESPN. Some of the shots she has made defy the laws of physics. I'm just glad we're not playing for money.

Lucy finally relinquishes her cue to Sofia following five straight wins. Good thing too because I was beginning to get a major inferiority complex. And to think I thought I would be the superior player between the four of us. Just goes to show, you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. I figured Lucy would be weakest player of us all.

Half-way into our game, it becomes apparent Sofia and I are very evenly matched. No one will be beating the pants off the other in the game of billiards, but I have to say I look forward to our 'match' in the bedroom. It will be quite enjoyable trading stroke for stroke in that particular venue.

Around ten thirty, we decide to call it a night. I can't remember how long it's been since I have had such a pleasant and entertaining evening. Of course, I've never been out with such enjoyable company either.

Lucy wheels into the garage as the four of us crawl out. I give one last look at my dream car before I allow Sofia to pull me toward the house. Linda has arranged for us to leave the airport around seven to allow time for us to get something to eat before our appointment. We agree to meet downstairs at six thirty to head for the airport.

As the four of us reach the top of the stairs, we say out goodnights, and the two pair split off in different directions. I suddenly realize I have no idea where my things are; however, Sofia seems to know our destination so as usual I blindly follow her lead.

She opens the door at the end of the hall, and together we step in. The light on the bedside table illuminates a turned down king size bed. Squinting, I can just make out the mint on each pillow. My sister certainly has a style about her that's for sure.

Sofia turns toward me, her silhouette outlined in the dim light. I reach out and lightly stroke her face; she is so damn gorgeous that I can hardly believe she's willing to be with me. Smiling, we lean toward each other, and in silent agreement, decide to let nature take its course.

Our kisses start out sweet and gentle almost reverent. Sofia backs up slowly as I trail her steps. Soon, we are standing beside the bed, and the kisses have turned passionate. I reach behind her and pull her shirt free of her pants while she mimics my actions.

Together, we sit on the edge of the bed without breaking contact. Both of our shirts are unbuttoned and hands are roaming freely. Shoes and shirts are discarded and pants undone. Soon, we are laying side by side with our bra and underwear the only barrier between us.

Sofia breaks the kiss and reaches over for one of the mints. Smiling, she opens it and places half of it in her mouth. She leans forward to offer me the other half defining a whole new concept of sharing as I greedily accept her offering. Before long, our tongues are fighting for control of the chocolate treat.

By the time we share the second mint, all clothing has been removed, and we experience skin on skin for the first time. A small battle for the top position ensues with Sofia becoming the victor. Well actually, I kind of conceded seeing as how neither position was a bad thing.

Hands map out body parts as we explore and learn. A few hisses and pants are released as sensitive areas are discovered. Slow and deliberate quickly turn into fast and furious until we both reach our climax at the same time and weakly fall into each other's arms.

A perfect match in the bedroom indeed, trading stroke for stroke was more than enjoyable. It was positively euphoric. Hmm, I wonder if she's up for another round.

 

Part 21

Waking up with a naked Sofia in my arms stirs up numerous emotions. Mostly, I feel happy and alive, two feelings that have remained dormant throughout most of my life. Smiling, I look at the clock to see we only have about forty five minutes to get ready for the ride to the airport. Damn, I was hoping for a re-enactment of last night's activities or at least a little more snuggle time.

Things become a little heated when I wake Sofia with light kisses which quickly turn into a dueling match between our two tongues. I try to cool things off by explaining about the time constraints, but neither of us seems to be able to turn down the intensity level.

Sofia skillfully solves the problem when she gets up and pulls me into the shower with her. I have to admit water conservation has never been at the top of my list, but I now see the definite need for concern. I make a vow to continue 'partner' showering every chance I get especially if I can get Sofia to make these little purring noises.

At exactly six thirty, Sofia and I walk down the stairs holding hands and wearing identical grins. Even a blind man could tell the reason for our happiness; however, I don't think he would be quite as blunt as Lucy. The minute our feet hit the bottom of the stairs, she says "Whoa, I think somebody just got laid." Linda immediately slaps Lucy on the shoulder.

We manage to survive Lucy's incessant teasing and still make it to the airport on time. Linda's occasional reprimands to Lucy only seem to shut her up for a minute or two before she comes out with something else. I'm just happy we're traveling by helicopter since conversation should be held to a minimum.

A very polite young man greets us at the hangar and escorts us to the helicopter. He helps us into the seats and fits us each with a helmet. I guess communication is going to be possible after all. Oh well, maybe Lucy has run out of innuendos.

Sofia pulls me out of my brief reverie and assists me in buckling in. I smile my thanks and turn to look out the window as the rotor blades begin to pick up speed.

I wave at the man who assisted us into the helicopter as we begin to lift upwards. Wait a damn minute. If he's on the ground, then who is flying this thing?

I whirl my head toward the front seats to see Lucy pull back on the stick. Oh my God, Lucy is flying the helicopter! I sure hope she is as good a pilot as she is a pool player. Sofia reaches out and grabs my hand. Together, we silently pray for an uneventful flight.

An hour and a half later, we set down beside another hanger. Sofia and I are still holding hands, but we relaxed our death grip about thirty minutes into the flight. It certainly was helpful to find out Lucy is a certified pilot and has flown hundreds of times without incident. I think it would have been even more helpful to have known she was going to pilot the thing in the first place.

A limousine and driver are waiting for us as we climb from the helicopter. Linda immediately turns to me and asks if there is anyplace in particular I'd like to have breakfast. I temporarily frown as her question seems to come out of left field until I realize exactly where we are, Tamales Bay. I was so worried about making it back to the safety of the ground; I temporarily forgot where we would end up.

Sofia places her hand on the small of my back, and I find myself relaxing immediately. Turning toward Linda, I answer "Let's head down Main Street. There used to be quite a few restaurants although I'm not sure if any of the old ones are still there."

The four of us climb into the limo as Linda gives the driver instructions. An uncomfortable silence ensues until Lucy asks "Hey Sara, ever done it in a helicopter?" The conversation turns significantly lighter as a result, and I somehow manage to avoid answering Lucy's question knowing it will lead to similar type questions from her.

There are still a few of the older restaurants around, but Sofia suggests we try one of the newer ones. I smile and squeeze her hand in thanks. Later, when we are alone, I will demonstrate my gratitude in a more pleasing and satisfying manner.

We are seated at a corner table, and I take the seat facing the door. In my youth, I always made it a point to situate myself where I could see the comings and goings of the patrons. I wanted to have plenty of time to sneak away if either one of my parents came looking for me. Old habits die hard I guess.

Breakfast is served as we discuss how we should approach Nurse Morris. She needs to feel comfortable enough to relate any information she may have without feeling pressured. Sofia suggests we speak to her doctor before deciding how to progress. We all agree, and the conversation shifts to more pleasant topics including an invitation by Linda and Lucy to join them on a mini-vacation to the Bahamas when this is all over.

Doctor Jensen greets us at the door upon our arrival. He ushers us into a small conference room where he briefs us on Nurse Morris' condition. Doctor Jensen feels she will respond better if we talk to her in the outdoor patio. He says she loves the outdoors and always seems to talk freely when in this setting.

His nurse shows us to the patio while Doctor Jensen leaves to get Nurse Morris. We decide to get acquainted with her before asking any questions. Sofia agrees to lead the questioning since she has the most experience other than me, and Linda and I agree to stay silent once Sofia swings the line of questioning around to us. I just hope we are able to abide by our promise.

A few minutes later, Doctor Jensen arrives with a smiling Nurse Morris. It's amazing how comfortable she is with us as she begins to talk to us about the flowers, the weather, her family, and just about every detail of her life up to 1972. Her memory of those days is absolutely amazing.

The four of us sit back and listen to her regale us with her past. The minute she begins to talk about her stint as a nurse, Sofia starts to slowly ask a few innocent questions specific to nursing before asking the leading question "Nurse Morris, did you by any chance work with Doctor Paul Gregg?"

 

Part 22

Nurse Morris does not hesitate in answering Sofia's question. "Oh yes, what a fine man. He works so hard for the hospital; it is his life you know. Why he even arranged for a wing to be built and dedicated in his honor in thanks for his wonderful work in obstetrics." Sofia keeps her voice gentle when she says "Yes, I think I read about that. Let's see it was a Mr. John Silverton who generously donated the money wasn't it?"

The older woman begins to show a slight case of the nerves as she slowly wrings her hands. She also avoids eye contact with any of us as she answers "Yes, it was quite generous of him to donate the money. You see Doctor Gregg was responsible for finding parents for a young couples' unwanted child. Mr. Silverton and his wife could not have children so Doctor Gregg arranged for them to adopt the child. The young couple was going through a divorce and neither wanted the child. It was so very sad, but Doctor Gregg found a good home for the infant. Mr. Silverton offered to build the wing as a thank you to Doctor Gregg. It has always been a dream of Doctor Gregg to have a part of the hospital named for him."

I glance over to Linda to see relief in her eyes. It is looking more and more like her parents were totally unaware of the circumstances of the adoption, and her dad built the wing and dedicated it to the doctor in gratitude for helping with the adoption. I hope for her sake this part of the story is true.

Nurse Morris continues to talk about Dr. Gregg and his wonderful contributions to the community. We silently listen and hope she somehow falters or shows some sign of guilt. It is very strange listening to her talk about him in the present tense, but if the truth comes out of this, I'd be willing to listen to just about anything.

Sofia excuses herself from the group and quietly leaves the patio area while Nurse Morris spins tales of her 'present.' Sofia returns a few minutes later with Doctor Jensen in tow, and he takes a seat at an adjacent table while Sofia takes her vacated seat. As Nurse Morris winds down from one of her 'Doctor Gregg is wonderful' stories, Sofia asks "You have a son, don't you?"

The older woman's eyes instantly light up, and a huge smile appears on her face. "Oh yes, he's six now, such a good boy. He loves to play baseball with his father." Sofia smiles and continues her gentle questioning. "Does he favor you or your husband?" Nurse Morris maintains her smile and answers "Neither. He's adopted. Doctor Gregg arranged for the whole thing. He's such a wonderful man."

I swear if I hear those words again; I won't be held responsible for my actions. Linda picks up on my irritation and reaches over to lightly pat my back. It's not nearly the same as Sofia, but it does manage to calm me.

Sofia looks over toward Doctor Jensen and receives a nod in return. She turns her attention back to Nurse Morris and asks "Do by any chance remember a patient by the name of Laura Sidle?" Nervous, the former nurse answers "Um . . . what was the name again?" Sofia repeats mother's name, and all color drains from Nurse Morris' face.

Doctor Jensen gets up and moves to the chair next to his patient. He gently explains "Elizabeth, these people just want to know what happened to Mrs. Sidle's second child. No one is going to get in trouble; I promise. If you could help them, I would really appreciate it."

The older woman smiles at the doctor and simply nods her head. I guess she's found another man to idolize. Here's hoping his influence can get us to the truth.

Nurse Morris directs her full attention to the doctor as she begins to speak. I personally don't give a damn who she addresses so long as I find out who was involved in this convoluted scheme.

Her voice is barely above a whisper as she begins to recount the day's activities. "Mrs. Sidle had a very hard time delivering the first child. She barely looked at the baby girl before she passed out from the pain. I began to clean her up when I noticed something wasn't right. Doctor Gregg quickly examined her only to find the presence of another child. We rolled her into surgery with only Doctor Gregg, the anesthesiologist, and me present. Doctor Gregg performed a caesarean section just in time. The second child was also a girl, and she too, was in excellent health."

The older woman takes a sip of water before continuing with her tale. "Bill, the anesthesiologist, and I were both indebted to Doctor Gregg for finding babies for our family. Bill's wife wasn't able to have children either, and Doctor Gregg arranged for them to adopt a baby as well. Both of us were totally unaware that our children were made available for adoption only because Doctor Gregg talked a couple of unwed teenagers into letting him take care of their problem. He threatened to take our children if we told anyone about Mrs. Sidle's second child. He said he would let the authorities know we didn't go through proper channels to adopt our children."

Doctor Jensen ushers a distressed Nurse Morris away as she continues to mutter "I had to keep quiet; I couldn't lose my baby." The four of us sit back in our chairs stunned by the development. How could someone have stolen a child just so he could have a wing named after him? I am almost sorry the son of a bitch is dead because I certainly wouldn't mind having a go at him.

Sofia snaps out of the fog first and asks "Wouldn't your mother know if she had a c-section? Even if the doctor told her some lame story about surgery, don't you think she would have put it all together when she saw the two of you walk into that room together yesterday?"

That certainly is a very valid point. Mother is definitely no dummy. Someone has to be lying about the c-section, and I really don't think believe Nurse Morris is the guilty party.

Closing my eyes, I try to visualize mother, more specifically if I've ever seen my mother's abdomen. We went to the beach that one time, but she was wearing a shirt over her swimsuit. I remember building sand castles, and she even got down on her hands and knees to help. As we were putting the finishing touches on the top, the surf came crashing down, knocking over the castle in the process. Mom cursed a blue streak then took off her drenched shirt and . . . shit . . . she does have a scar, and it is very similar to cesarean scars.

The bitch lied or rather withheld evidence which could have explained the birth of a second child without her knowledge. She had to have realized the significance of her 'surgery' scar the minute she laid eyes on Linda.

I don't know why I'm surprised she kept silent about it. If she didn't want me, she certainly wouldn't want two of me. Why couldn't I have been the second child? Why was I the one who was left behind to be raised by the parents from hell?

 

Part 23

Leaving the pity party, I open my eyes and am surprised to find only Linda sitting with me. Where did Sofia and Lucy go? I glance around to see if they are still somewhere in the area, but Linda informs me they left to give us some time alone. Crap, I'm not ready for this conversation, everything is just too raw.

Linda doesn't allow me time to escape as she says "Sara, we need to talk about this. I need to know what you're feeling, and you need to know how I feel. Obviously, I have been living a lie my entire life, but somehow I think you got the worst of it. I, at least, had parents who loved me. I don't think the same could be said for you."

I snort my response, but stubbornly keep my mouth shut. She doesn't need to know what I'm thinking, and she doesn't need to know what a nightmare my life has been. She only needs to know I'm her sister and her only family. Mother is just someone who gave birth to her.

After a brief standoff, I settle for giving her a condensed outline of our parents' personalities. Linda's a smart woman; she won't need me to describe any specific instances of cruelty or neglect. She already knows the final outcome of life with the Sidles, and I think it more than adequately sums up the violence through the years.

My assessment of my sister proves to be correct as she doesn't ask any questions and absorbs all my information like a sponge. I can tell by the look in her eyes that she has already figured out what went on in the background.

When all is said and done, Linda surprises me by pulling me into a tight embrace. She apologizes for not being there and promises she will be here for me from now on. I return the sentiment as we take comfort in each other's arms.

On our way out to the limo, we both agree not to dig any further into our birth. As long as the two of us know what happened, the case is closed. Doctor Gregg is dead, Nurse Morris is exactly where she needs to be, and neither of us wants to find the anesthesiologist. Everything is as it should be.

Exiting the building, we find Sofia and Lucy leaning against the limo deep in conversation. If I didn't already know Linda and I are more than likely the topic of their conversation, I would be worried. I'm afraid the two of them together could spell trouble for Linda and me. I guess only time will tell.

As we step off the curb, the two push off the limo at the same time and make their way toward us. Simultaneously, they place their arm around their respective partner's waist and escort us to the car. If this wasn't so serious, I would be laughing. I glance to Linda to see her stifling a grin as well. I think this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

The drive back to the airport is filled with silence. This is one of the few times I have seen Lucy subdued. Even when Natalie had been abducted, she was lively and full of suggestions. I take advantage of the solitude and lean back against Sofia drawing both strength and comfort from her presence.

The whirlwind, formerly known as subdued Lucy, makes an appearance as we pull next to the hangar. Her hands are moving so fast; I'm surprised the limo hasn't lifted off the ground. I finally key in on her rapid speech to hear "You both have time left on your vacation or leave or whatever. Natalie will be off to camp the day after tomorrow, and we have nothing on our schedules. It's settled; we're going."

What? We're going somewhere? Where? What did I miss? I look to Sofia to find her in conversation with an animated Lucy. Next, I turn to Linda to see a relaxed smile on her face. She gives a contented sigh and says "Welcome to my world."

The airwaves of my helmet are filled with Lucy's voice describing the beauty of the Bahamas. She goes on and on about how remote the Out Islands are. I chuckle at the thought of 'remote' and 'out' in the same sentence. Someone who is out is as far from remote as you can get. That would be an oxymoron wouldn't it?

Linda insists we stick mainly to Harbour Island but agrees we should hop around to some of the others. Sofia and I glance at each other and shrug our shoulders. I guess we're going to the Bahamas.

The rest of the trip is filled with plans of fishing, snorkeling, and diving. I'm okay with the first two, but I'm not sure about blue holes, walls, and caves. In fact, I'm pretty sure I am slightly claustrophobic and being under all that water is not the way I intend to find out.

The flight home seems to take less time especially with Lucy's incessant chatter. Of course, finally knowing the reason for Linda's 'abduction' has allowed us to relax as well. Now we know neither Linda's parents nor our mother was directly involved as we each take some comfort in that knowledge.

As we arrive at the hangar, Lucy informs us she needs a few minutes to fill out some paperwork. I take the time to phone Grissom to inform him of our findings and to ask when he needs me to return. Ten minutes later, I seek out Sofia with a smile on my face.

I find her leaning against the hangar door watching the planes and helicopters take off. Stepping behind her, I put my arm around her waist and rest my chin on her shoulder. I pull her near and ask "What did Brass say?" She turns in my arms and replies "I didn't call him. I put in for two weeks, and it was approved. I'm not about to call and ask if I'm needed. Question is what did Grissom say?" A kiss and a smile serve as my reply.

Stepping into the house, Linda suggests we all take a nap before doing anything else. The emotional toll this ordeal has taken on each of us is definitely beginning to show. Sofia and I immediately head to our bedroom, and for once, sleep is at the top of our agenda.

An hour later, two sated individuals lay entwined on the king size bed. Somehow sleep moved down to the second spot the moment we removed our clothes. Our breathing finally begins to slow as we quietly drift off to sleep. My last thought being sleep will never be at the top of any of my lists ever again.

 

Part 24

Sofia and I walk through the den area in search of Linda and Lucy. Not finding either, we continue on to the kitchen. Linda is sitting at the bar watching Lucy prepare what appears to be stir fry on the stove. I turn my nose up at the sizzling chicken but gamely take a seat beside my sister. Good thing I'm not very hungry. Regardless, there's no way I'm putting chicken in my mouth.

Linda smiles when she sees us and motions for Sofia and me to take a seat while she gets us something to drink. We both opt for sodas as Linda rejoins us at the bar after retrieving the refreshments. She immediately begins to tell us of the vacation plans.

"Sara, I hope you and Sofia don't mind, but I took the liberty of calling Catherine to see if she could find your passports and have them delivered overnight. She was able to enlist Greg's help in finding your passport; however, she wasn't sure how to go about obtaining Sofia's. She is waiting for me to call back with instructions."

Wow, talk about efficient. I didn't even think about needing a passport. Sofia had one when we went to Switzerland, but I used Linda's which means I am guilty of using a false identity. I wonder what the penalty is for using someone else's passport.

Sofia speaks up as I contemplate my criminal activity. "Tell Catherine to send Sara's. I still have mine with me." I nervously shift in my seat expecting Sofia to ask why I don't have mine. It would definitely suck to have my girlfriend arrest me for fraud.

I make it through the next two days with no mention of my illegal passport use so I'm pretty sure I am home free. In fact, every time Sofia and I have been alone; the last thing on our minds has been our passports. Between thoroughly acquainting ourselves with each other's body and listening to all the plans Linda and Lucy have come up with for our trip, the days have been full of activities and have gone by very quickly.

Lucy has arranged for us to leave early tomorrow morning, and she even managed to rent a house on Harbour Island for the next five days. I insisted on paying part of the fee, but she flatly refused. She said going on vacation with them was payment enough because she hasn't seen Linda this happy in quite sometime. Well, of course, with the exception of Natalie's safe return.

At least Sofia and I were able to pay for our own clothes. Linda took us to a local mall where we picked up swimsuits, shorts, tanks, and beach shoes. Sofia threw in a couple of floppy hats insisting that we needed to keep our faces out of the sun. She also had Linda drive us to a pharmacy where she picked up the highest SPF sunscreen they had. Hell, if vampires used this stuff, they could walk around in the sun all day long without fear of spontaneous combustion.

We board the plane with more luggage than we're probably going to need. I don't know why we brought so many things because I plan to live in swimsuits and shorts for most of the trip. Linda insisted we plan for any occasion so I grudgingly packed a few 'nice' outfits as well. My mood quickly improves when I see Aaron waiting for us with drinks and a smile. I really, really like this guy.

The five hour flight goes by quickly as we manage to watch a movie, eat a bite, and take a nap. I especially enjoyed Aaron's choice of movies, "Imagine Me and You." I knew it was going to be good when he gave me a little wink before he set it up to play. The nap wasn't too bad either as being in Sofia's arms always has a positive effect on my level of enjoyment.

As we drive up to the 'rental house,' I can't help but express my opinion when I first lay eyes on it. "Holy shit, is this a house or a hotel?" Lucy laughs and ensures me that it is indeed a house. I have to wonder how small my apartment is going to feel when I return to my world. Right now, I'm just going to enjoy the company I'm in and sacrifice living in luxury for the sake of my companions or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

The house is even more spacious than I had first envisioned. There are five bedrooms, each equipped with its own bath. Two of the rooms have Jacuzzis leaving no doubt as to which rooms we will choose to use. There is a sunken den area with large couches and a big screen TV set up with a DVD player and Sony Playstation. The kitchen is immense to say the least, and it is already stocked with food and drink. Sliding glass doors open in the back to reveal a large deck and steps down to the water. Looking around, it appears we have our own private beach. I smile as I imagine the possibility of late night skinny dipping.

After the brief tour, Lucy begins to yawn and says "Man, I'm beat. Linda and I didn't take a nap on the plane like you two did. Would you mind if we rested for a bit before we begin to explore the outdoors?" Sofia and I both encourage the two to get some rest and promise that we'll find something to do in the meantime. The minute the door closes to their bedroom, Sofia takes my hand and leads me to ours. I think I'm about to indulge in a little afternoon delight.

As Lucy brings the Jeep around, I begin to wonder how I'm going to be able to climb into the damn thing. I haven't quite recuperated from the rapturous session of aerobics Sofia put me through earlier. I truly didn't know I was so flexible. I can't wait to return the favor tonight that is if I regain my lateral movement or any movement for that matter.

We enjoy a nice quiet ride around the island as Lucy acts as tour guide pointing out all the interesting and historical sites along the way. A couple of hours later, we return to the house, and Linda offers to try to find something to cook that I will be able to eat. I begin to tell her not to go to too much trouble, but she smiles and says I'm worth it. It takes everything I have to thank her without choking up.

During our meal, Lucy excitedly says "I can't wait to go diving. The coral reefs are amazing. I arranged a couple of lessons for both of you in the morning so we should be able to go out sometime tomorrow afternoon. You are going to love it."

I look over to an equally ecstatic Sofia and decide to keep my mouth shut about my feelings on diving. Maybe I can make it through the lessons and then feign some sort of vertigo or something while the three of them make their dive.

Later in the evening hours, Lucy and Linda check out the games for the Playstation while Sofia suggests we take a short stroll on the beach. Agreeing, I head to the bedroom to find out beach shoes. Ah, a romantic stroll on the beach in the moonlight. Things can't get any better than this.

Hand in hand, we walk near the water's edge as we discuss various topics ranging from work to Lucy and Linda to our relationship. Sofia would like for us to spend weekends together and play it by ear the rest of the week as our schedules can be described as erratic at best.

As far as telling our co-workers about our relationship, she says we should let them figure it out on their own, and she doesn't want to hold back or pretend not to have feelings for me when we're working. I agree and point out that we're both professionals so we should be able to work together without a problem. Of course, the first time she wears those low riding black jeans with her black shirt unbuttoned low enough to reveal her black silk bra; I'll probably want to find a nice quiet room to discuss the details of the case.

We turn back around and head for the house just when I've gotten up enough nerve to discuss tomorrow's diving trip. The minute I mention the lessons, Sofia quickly says "Sara, I kind of withheld some information from you and the others about my diving experience." Great, she feels the same way as me. I guess I'm going to get out of this activity after all.

I focus back in on her explanation as she says " . . . I've been on hundreds of dives. In fact, I'm a master diver. I didn't want to say anything because Lucy has gone to such trouble to get us lessons, and besides, I want to make sure you learn everything you need to know for your first dive."

Well, crap. What do I say now? 'That's nice Sofia, but your girlfriend is scared shitless to have all that water on top of her. She'd rather have you on top of her instead.' No, that won't do. What the hell am I going to do now?

Sofia stops our progress and turns me to face her. She watches my facial expressions before adding "Hey, don't be nervous about diving. It's completely safe. I'll admit I was terrified the first time I went down. I was having a problem with confined places and wanted to find a way to overcome my fears. A friend of mine suggested diving. She said if I could get used to the feeling of being underwater, then my other problem would eventually go away. And she was right. After my first few dives, I fell in love with it and immediately pursued certification as a master diver. I know what I'm doing down there, and I will be with you every step of the way. I love you, Sara."

Great, why does out first trust issue have to revolve around one of my phobias? Just because she tells me she loves me isn't going to make my fears go away. I'll just . . . whoa . . . she loves me!

Grinning like a fool, I reply "Okay, I'll try this diving thing, but only because I love you, too." Taking my face in her hands, she smiles and reverently kisses me making me feel as if I am the most precious thing on this earth. I try my best to return the sentiment.

Sofia finally releases my lips and reaches down for my hand. Together, we walk back toward the house in blissful silence. It's hard to believe how much my life has changed in the past two weeks. I now have a twin sister who I am becoming closer and closer to each day, a beautiful niece, a wonderful friend in Lucy, and best of all, a loving and caring lover in Sofia. If I had to endure all the heartaches of my life to get to this point, then all the pain and suffering was well worth it.

We step up to the deck of the house, and I can't help but smile as I count my blessings. Looking ahead, I see visions of a U-Haul in my very near future.

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