Disclaimer: I don't own them, if I did, I'd keep Catherine, and probably Sara too.
POV: Sara's
Rating: M (You have been warned)
Pairing: C/S
Spoilers: Tiny tiny ones for 'After The Show'.

A/N: This was supposed to be a ficlet to take my mind off my other CS story, but it ended up much longer than I thought it would be. I'll have the next chapter up soon as, and I hope you all enjoy it

Chapter One

'You have no idea what you do to me. The way you brush back your hair so casually, the way you swing your hips ever so slightly as you walk…
You aggravate me no end, don't get me wrong. I don't like you, in fact, I can't stand you most of the time.
But that doesn't change the fact that you're so fucking hot.
Even more so when you're screaming at me.
I love it when we argue, all that passion aimed specifically at me…
In actual fact, it's the only time you ever really pay any attention to me.
It's sad really, you don't seem to have a problem with any of our other colleagues, it's just me.
But then again, I don't really care.
I don't like you, so why should you have to like me?
And what difference does it really make thinking about it?
I couldn't bring myself to tell you, as I know you'd just use it against me.
I can't stand the idea of you knowing just how much power you actually have over me.'

Why is she being so nice? Does she really think we'll forgive her that easily?
Well, I say we, but I think Nick forgave her after about a day.
Me?
I'm just going to keep giving her the cold shoulder.
She doesn't deserve my forgiveness, so she shouldn't expect it.
Its not like she took that case off us because she really wanted it, she did it because she knew I could do it and didn't want me to.
Plus, she always has to be in control, and this was just another example of how far she'll go to prove how much power she has within the lab.
What makes it more irritating is that me and Nick had both applied for promotion and this was a career case.
I wish I knew what her fucking problem with me was.
But, more than anything, I wish I knew why I've suddenly started finding her so hot.
It doesn't make me like her, I'm still really pissed at her, but recently I've been noticing little things like how low cut her top is, and how great her ass looks when she's wearing tight pants.
Obviously I've always known she's gorgeous, I do have eyes, but recently when we've argued, I've had the urge to pin her up against the wall and fuck her senseless.
Confusing, huh?

Talk of the devil.
She enters the break room, radiating confidence.
I don't have to see her, I can sense her.
Everyone else (Warrick, Nick and Greg) greet her, whereas I pointedly ignore her and continue reading.
If she notices, she doesn't let on.

"Anyone else want coffee?"
Why does it have to be such a slow night? I wouldn't have to be stuck listening to her pretending to be nice.
Screw this, I'm going to 'my' lab.
She has no reason to come in there, so I won't have to listen to her, let alone talk to her.
I can't have been in here more than five minutes when the door opens and the one person I'm trying to avoid enters.
And she looks pissed off.

"Sara, my office, now!"
With that, she storms off.
Bitch. What the hell am I meant to have done now?
I drag my feet as I walk to her office, trying to delay the moment where I have to talk to her as much as possible.
I stop outside her door, which is closed, and the blinds are down. This generally means knock.
But then again, she's already pissed at me, so why not piss her off a bit more?
I open the door and step inside, closing it behind me.

She looks up at me, an exasperated expression gracing her features.
"What ever happened to knocking?"
"Well, I figured as you were already pissed at me, it wouldn't make much difference if I pissed you off more."
She glares at me.
"This is exactly what I wanted to discuss. Why don't you take a seat?"
"I'd rather stand. And what exactly is the 'this' you're talking about Catherine?"

She stands up, looking more pissed off than ever.
"You, and your attitude. What exactly have I done to deserve the way you've been treating me the last month?"
She CANNOT be serious.
"What do you mean 'what have you done?' Isn't it obvious? Have you forgotten the Julie Waters case already? And who are you to talk about my attitude? If I remember rightly, you're the one who went out of your way to make me feel unwelcome when I first moved here."

She takes a step closer to me, her face flushed.
"Do you EVER get over things? I thought we'd left all that behind!"
She's starting to raise her voice, and I avert my eyes to try and avoid noticing how sexy she is when she's angry.
Not that I haven't noticed already.
"Well? Got an answer for me Sidle?"
She's glaring at me, waiting for an answer.
I take a step forward so I'm completely invading her personal space.
"Maybe I'll have an answer for you when 'the spirit moves me'."
"Yet again, I'll ask you. Do. You. Ever. Get. Over. Things?"
She's trying to piss me off now.
Admittedly, she's succeeding, but I'm now regretting closing the distance between us as being so close to an angry but hot Catherine is making it hard for my brain to function.

She smirks, but then seems to get more pissed off.
"Still not got an answer for me Sidle? When are you going to GROW UP?"
That's it.
I step forward and she steps back, so I step forward again, pinning her against her desk.
"This 'grown up' enough for you Catherine?"
I don't know what I thought I'd achieve by standing so close to her, maybe I thought it would intimidate her, but now we're way too close together. Catherine seems to have noticed it too, as she's looking nervous.
Suddenly things seem to get a lot more tense.
I slowly meet Catherine's eyes and see something in them I've never seen before.

And before I get the chance to figure out what it is, she pulls me flush against her and crushes her lips against mine.