MY PREDICAMENT
disclaimer: No association with CBS nor CSI. Never have, never will. I just enjoy making Sara and Catherine have fun.
a/n: a challenge from futureCSI101 to make a full length of something... so here goes nothing!
rating: T
"Easy does it, Catheine. We're almost there."
"Sara, I'm glad you came. Thank you, thank you, thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Wasn't it fun?"
"Yes, it was. Come on, few more steps."
"Told you it would be fun."
"Yes, you did, Catherine."
"Had to bitch you first."
That part was true. Catherine has her way of making me do things I don't want to do at first. Eventually I give in to her, somehow I always do. Most of the times I don't regret it.
Last night she asks me, "Sara, the boys and I are going to Pete's after work." Not being a party person, let alone being known as a loner and a workaholic, of course, I answered, "Sorry, need to finish this." I point to the microscope and sample fibers in front of me.
That didn't stop her. She sighs, "We're both working on the case. We'll finish it tomorrow. Besides you're maxing out your overtime again. Come on, you need a break." She comes behind me and massages my shoulders. Mind you, she never did that before. So I'm wondering why the friendly-touchy thing all of the sudden. Then again it fells good, especially coming form her. Any kind of close interaction with Catherine is just delightful. Her touching me now is pure ecstasy.
I look back into the microscope hoping she'll get the hint, "Catherine, I have samples I need to process." I'm slowly feeling relaxed with the way she massages my shoulders. I am also trying to control my hands from shaking. I have this urge to turn around, grab her, kiss her silly and lay her on the table. So here I am, gripping the table and holding the knob on the microscope for dear life. It helps a bit. But yes, after all these years she still has that effect on me. Good thing she can't feel my heart racing, or how everything infront of me is starting to blur.
She walks around and leans on the table, elbows infront with both hands under her chin, "It'll be fun. When was the last time you went out with us for a drink?" I know it would be inappropriate for me to say this but right now she is looking so adorable across the table.
"A month ago when I said 'no' but you kept on asking like you're doing now." I'm still looking into the microscope. But the fun thing with peripheral vision from where I am is I still can see her and every expression she's making. I know I have the need to say it again: she is looking adorable. Correction: she is adorable.
She creases her brow remembering, "That long ago? Seemed like ages!" She combs her long strawberry blond tresses with her fingers. I wonder how it feels like if I run my fingers through her hair?
She's glances at me, waiting for an answer. I have none. A month ago does seem like ages. Especially for a person like me who seldom goes out.
So I don't answer. I keep on adjusting the lens of the scope. It suppose to give me something to do, but it is not doing me any good. I still can see her. Damn...
"Well, you're going. I'll pick you up after work. Be at the locker room." She gets up with this and walks out of the lab. I am left with my mouth hanging open.
I tell you, it may not be that much of a persuation to you but to me it's powerful enough. What can I say, she holds me under her spell. She always have and I know she knows this. So again, I am like putty in her hands.
comments, comments.. reviews. i need to know if i should keep up with this...so that's my little predicament.
