Pairing: Catherine
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, it all belongs to CBS and Bruckheimer.
Summery: A surprise on Catherine's desk awaits.
Warning: Although I hate doing this...femslash ahead. Leave if you don't like it.
A.N. Okie Dokie, ppls. Sorry i haven't updated my other stuff, but this popped into my head and i just had to get it out. Late V-Day stuff, but i hope you enjoy!
Catherine Willows sighed in relief as she reached her office. It was finally the end of her shift and she could go home, spend what was left of her Valentines Day with her daughter.
'I can't believe Gil had the nerve to call me in on my day off…he knew I wanted to spend Valentines with Lindsey…'
Gil Grissom was such an aggravating man. Although near brilliant with crime theories and investigation, he had an emotional capacity the size of one of his beloved bugs. Catherine loved the man – he was one of her oldest friends – but some things he really, really needed to get a brain for.
She realized, as she set her papers on her desk, that she had a package. It was centered on her desk, wrapped in gorgeous gold paper and a red satin ribbon. Lying on top was the most perfect red rose she had ever seen.
She went over to it and gently picked it up, smelling the rose. It was extremely fragrant and Catherine closed her eyes and smiled as she breathed deeply. She wondered who knew that roses were her favorite smell and one of the things she saw as the perfect romantic gesture. Not even Eddie had known that.
She examined the package – a small square – and found a card.
To my Goddess…
Happy Valentines Day
So, she thought, 'I have a secret admirer.' She sighed heavily at the thought. Truly, she only wanted something from one person…a person she could never have.
She had been in love with Sara Sidle for 3 years. It was why she fought with her so much…she couldn't allow Sara to get close. She knew that if Sara got to close, she would figure it out, and Catherine couldn't let that happen. It would hurt too much to lose what they had, however rocky it was.
'Get over it, Willows. It's not from her.' She closed her eyes and sighed once more, pushing her feelings to the back of her mind. She gathered up her coat, purse and keys along with her 'present' and headed out to her car.
'I wonder who it's from…I'm not involved with anyone…it's not Warrick, Griss is out…Nicky has a new girl and Greg is practically in love with my…no, not my. Greg is practically in love with Sara…'
By the time Catherine had reached her car, her curiosity was overwhelming. 'If curiosity killed the CAT, it was satisfaction that brought her back.' She thought wryly. Slipping into the drivers seat, she decided it was just to exciting and began to unwrap the package.
It was a CD. Plain. Seemingly burned from someone's home. The cover was a note.
You are my Angel. I hope this proves it.
Listen.
Her curiosity now at an ultimate pique, she slid the CD into her car stereo, then pressed 'play'.
She was shocked as a voice filled the silence.
"Hey Cath. I know your probably really shocked and wondering what the hell is going on. I'm sorry. I…I just couldn't do it anymore."
Sara. It was Sara's voice speaking to her.
"I realized that you were too smart and would figure it out…and I just couldn't hold it in anymore.
From the moment I laid eyes on you 6 years ago, I fell head over heels in love with you. I couldn't believe how absolutely beautiful you were…the late afternoon sun shining through your office window, giving your golden hair this angelic glow; surrounding you with this…other worldly light. I'll admit, I thought you were a dream…or a vision. Even an angel.
But then you looked at me and I knew I was wrong. You were no Angel. You were Goddess. I loved your eyes…I'm captivated by them…how they manage to convey every emotion you are feeling. How they always have that fire in them…your eyes are so beautiful, Cath.
I know our relationship was…and is…rocky. But you have to know, I love you all the more for it. I love it when we fight…how all of your passion and anger is directed at me…at me only. You take my breath away. That's why I always pick fights with you. I love your fire, your strength. Your stubbornness and caring, I love the way you protect your friends and Lindsey with everything you have. I love your spirit, your smile, your laugh. I love the way you fight for what is right, no matter what. I love how easy going you are, how you joke with the guys and flirt shamelessly. I love how absolutely sexy you are.
I've tried for so long to hide this from you, I know I'm not good enough for you. And if you hate me even more now, I understand. But I just couldn't hold it in anymore, Cat. Every time I'm near you I have to restrain myself from blurting it out, from holding you, from kissing you.
I hope these songs show you how much you really mean to me…and if you don't want to speak to me again, that's fine. I understand. Just listen…
Catherine was crying. Sara loved her. Sara. The woman she had wanted for three years. She could have had her…they had wasted so much time…'Six years, Willows. She's loved you from the day you met.' So much time lost. So much love…
She Listened for over an hour and a half. The CD was composed of 22 songs, all sung solely by Sara.
Your Eyes
Things I'll never say
Taking over me
Underneath This Smile
Giving it Up for You
Crimson and Clover
You raise me up
I want it all
Come to my window
Thinking About you
Don't know why
Waiting for love
Adia
Whatever You Do! Don't!
Forever and For always
Wanna get to know you that good
I'm jealous
Come away with me
Lonestar
The nearness of you
The prettiest thing
You found me
They were songs of love, of joy, of longing and wishes. Catherine fell in love all over again, with Sara's voice. It was smooth and raspy, deep and rich. It reminded Catherine of honey. She laughed at some of the songs – originally sung by pop artists she thought only Lindsey would ever like. But coming from Sara…they were no longer silly or stupid. They were deep, full of meaning. Beautiful.
As the last song ended, Sara's talking voice once more filled the car.
"If you're still listening, thank you. I know some of those songs were silly, but when I'm thinking of you, they have meaning to me, Catherine. You are my world, my Everything.
I love you.
Happy Valentines Day, my Goddess."
As the CD ended, Catherine was finally shaken out of her reverie. For the first time, she ignited the engine of her SUV and sped out of the Crime Lab H.Q. Only one word was repeated through-out her head.
'Sara.'