Sara Sidle breathed deeply. She could feel her mind clouding. Every word Catherine was saying was like a knife to her heart. She could see that Catherine was about to deliver the death blow, and attempted to prepare her defences as quickly as she could.
"You know, every time we get a case with a hint of domestic violence or abuse, you go off the deep end. What is your problem?"
Too soon. Maybe with another second Sara could contain her response, maybe convince herself that Cat felt the same electricity as she did and that's why they fought so much. Perhaps she could have lied to herself that it was all sexual tension.
She let her brain register the shock. She tried to rein it in. But it was too late.
"Yeah, I probably do, and you let your sexuality cloud your judgment about men, and I'm gonna go over your head." She was so upset, so irritated, so unfulfilled.
No matter how many strawberry blondes with blue eyes she fucked, they'd never be Catherine. She'd been falling in love with her steadily from the day Cat had told her that Catherine Willows was in the field.
Uh-oh, she thought, as her mind dragged her back to the present. Catherine was preparing a response to that. Sara didn't think she could take much more. In the heat of the moment, she forgot to reel herself in, and in one self-preserving, heart-on-the-line moment she threw herself at the woman before her. She kissed her steadily on the lips, holding her biceps for support.
I wonder how much she works out? It can't be that often, not with Lindsay. Must be all the work. She does lift a lot of heavy stuff.
Thanks for that, she thought dryly. She felt tired of her brain automatically analysing.
She felt Cat kiss her back. Her heart jumped and she opened her mouth slightly, automatically.
Sara broke the kiss. "Cat- Oh god Cat. I- I'm so sorry."
Catherine grinned, loving the way her usually hated nickname tripped off Sara's toungue like honey. "Sara Sidle, you have no idea how long-"
"SIDLE! WILLOWS! My office now." Ecklie interrupted. Both women looked terrified, and turned to the other. They laughed softly.
"Maybe we'll have to move to Los Angeles." Sara smiled.
"Maybe we will." Was the response.