A/N: One of my friends pestered me into writing again, and this was the result! Hope you enjoy, and future chapters will be longer. Contains femmeslash, don't like; don't read.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own CSI, or the characters, but they'll be back by midnight, I promise.

All English spellings and errors are mine, I apologize.

Shadows caressed her soft features, as her chest rose and fell in a silent rhythmical pattern. A ray of moonlight crept in through a peak in her curtains, illuminating her feathered blonde hair as she slept, an epitome of calmness to overtook her whilst she lay there, but then, she always was peaceful when she was dreaming.

She imagined strong, muscular arms holding her from behind, gentle breathing tickling her neck, causing her to feel as if a jolt of electricity had been shot through her.

She imagined snuggling closer into the warmth of the figure behind her.

She imagined the familiar husky voice whispering "Goodnight Cat" into her ear.

She imagined...

Her alarm bleeped signalling that it was time for her to start getting ready for work. She turned her head towards the glaring red numbers, before shutting it off, and returning her gaze to the ceiling. She allowed a brief smile to cross her lips, before a single tear escaped her waterline and slipped down the side of her face.

Ever since she had enrolled Lindsey into a private school, she had felt constantly alone. Sure, she had spent a countless number of nights in the arms of both men and women, but none of them were her.

For months, years even, a certain elusive brunette had occupied both her thoughts, but also a special place in her heart.

She'd feel week in the knees every time that gap-toothed smile came her way. Hell, she'd get butterflies from just talking to her, listening to her, watching her...

Just thinking about her bent over, perching on the lab table looking over the evidence... One thing she had always admired about the brunette was her ability to do her job, she was so committed, she would work her ass of on every case. Her lovely, perfectly sculpted, round ass.

She had it bad.

By the time she realised that she was staring at her ceiling, one look at her clock told her that she had been dreaming for over half an hour.

Once she had eventually gathered the will power, she started to slip out of the nice, comfy, warm bed, that just so happened to look much more appealing than spending the day rushing around on my feet whilst gathering evidence at work. At least I'll get to see her there.

She shed all of her clothes as she limbered somewhat aimlessly into my bathroom, before sliding into the shower. She stood under the water, feeling it splash against harshly against the skin on her back, all the time contemplating her complicated relationship with Sara.

Her and the brunette had never been friends, sure they had a professional working relationship, but they didn't share the bond that they shared with the guys. To be honest, Catherine couldn't remember the last shift that had passed without them having an argument about something or other. At the time it always seemed reasonable, but one look at the hurt expression on the younger woman's face always caused her heart to break into even smaller pieces.

She thought back to the last argument they had.

They had been discussing a case, when they had got into a more heated conversation, and it wasn't long before Sara shouted "Catherine, this guy is guilty as hell, what we need is evidence, not you trying to flirt with him in the interrogation room".

"Well, if you had done your job quicker instead of going off at the deep end as you always do, then maybe we would actually have some evidence". Their eyes had locked for a brief moment, both women seething. The blonde knew that her comment was uncalled for, the other woman had been working for fourteen hours straight trying to pin their suspect, but so far nothing overly incriminating had come up.

Hodges had then called over to Sara informing her that her DNA results were back, and with that, she was gone.

It wasn't the fact that they had argued that was bothering her, it was the fact that three hours later the same brunette had walked into her office and had placed a cup of coffee on her desk.

"I'm sorry, I was out of line earlier" she paused before continuing "It's been a long shift, I guess I let it get the better of me".

I smiled at her, and sipped my coffee. Black, three sugars.

"How did you-"

"I'm a CSI, I tend to notice what people put in their coffees" She flashed that adorable smirk before turning to leave the room.

"Sara, wait!" I wanted to ask her to breakfast, to try talking to her "Thank you, I guess I was pretty out of line too". I guess that was close enough.

She raised one eyebrow, and studied me cautiously for a moment before she started speaking again. "Apology accepted".

I watched as she walked out of my office, only to stop at the door frame, and turn around again. "Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to grab some breakfast, maybe tomorrow after the case is solved?".

And there it was, she had been asked to breakfast by the woman of her dreams. Now she had to think of what she was going to tell her.

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