Well...I have to say thankyou to the people that reveiwed of course, is very much appreciated, and here's the next installment. Have to say I am dissapointed with the number of reveiws, I got several emails saying this is on the alerts list or favourites list, which made me very happy, but if possible can I beg a reveiw?? Please. And if you reveiw I might give you some spoilers for the next chapter.

anyway, here's LUST hope you like it, and i do apologise in advance for drunk catherine, she's a little hard to understand--ok, a lot hard to understand. but in my defence i really was just trying to portray the fact she was drunk. i wasn't trying to confuse the hell out of you and i wasn't drunk or high when i wrote it either. But i'd love some feedback to see if thei technique is effective at all, or just annoying. thanks. XX Chez

Chapter 2: Lust

Sara's POV

We've been here a while, and after a game of shots we're all pretty drunk. "Sara, come dance with me" Greg holds out his hand towards me."

"I don't wanna dance with you" I answered, staying in my seat.

"Why not?" he asks, giving me his puppy dog eyes.

"Because you step on my toes, face it Greggo, you can't dance" I giggled, definitely proves I'm drunk.

"Fine, dance with Catherine then, we know she can dance. And you are going on that dance floor" Greg humphed into his seat and I shot a look in Catherine's direction, damn she's hot. I don't know what she did but the shirt looks different, she left for the bathroom and when she came out I could have sworn the neckline was an inch or two lower than before. Gives me a great view of her cleavage. And I would say I haven't been pretending to be drunker than I am just so I can slump over the table and get a better look, but I'd be lying. She is so beautiful, and right now, in my intoxicated state, I'm not in any position to be controlling my inhibitions. Not such a good idea but hopefully she's too drunk to notice, or remember.

I shook my head, I don't want to dance with Catherine, not like this, I might do something I regret. "No, I'm good"

"No argument Sidle, me or Catherine, pick" he demanded, I shot a look at Catherine, apparently she's enjoying this. She would.

I bet everyone thinks I'm gonna pick Greg, well I'll show them. I leaned forward onto the table, leaning towards Catherine.

"Well, you up for it then Catherine?" I asked, Greg's jaw dropped, which was my intention, hence the lust filled voice, or at least that's what I'll let them think. Catherine's eyes sparkled and she got up, I guess that's a yes then. I got up and took her offered hand as we headed towards the dance floor.

"The question remains Sara" Catherine leaned in to speak in my ear, so she could be heard, not so her breath tickled my skin. Remember that Sara. "What are you up for exactly?"

What exactly does she mean by that? Did that sound like what I thought it did or is that just me? Oh God this was a bad idea. I'm a mess, a stupid hormonal mess. "What ever you're up for Catherine" I replied, hoping she didn't take that the wrong way.

She grinned, "Wanna make Greg's jaw drop further, cause they're watching"

Oh, so that's what she meant. "Hell yes" I hope she doesn't take that the wrong way. Catherine smiled at me and suddenly I felt like the prey, and she's the hunter. This is going to be fun.

She took my hands in hers and started moving her body to the music. I imitate her for a moment, before I feel the beat take over and my body is moving of its own accord. My heart is beating out a tempo on my rib cage and I can feel a hot flush start to creep up to my cheeks. Damn I can see why she made a living out of this. She's good.

I turned her around in my arms, letting my hands run over her stomach, she danced backwards, pressing her body closer to mine, I stayed where I was so there was no where for her to go, there was no space between our bodies and we were moving together, keeping to the beat.

I was so turned on, I could feel the arousal burning through my veins and it took all of my self control to dance, and just dance. If I had my way—well we wouldn't be here with all these people that's for sure. Catherine placed her hand over mine, moving it round to her side, sliding it over the fabric of her top, she turns around, her arms now around my waist as she starts dancing up against my side. One leg either side of my own, when the next song starts, she moves again, so she's dancing up against my back, I slide my hands around her, putting them into the back pockets of her jeans, I hope that's not going to far…damn she has a great arse.

Catherine stands up on tippy-toes and suddenly I'm the only thing keeping her balanced, she leans in closer to my ear, "Y'know, you're not bad at this. I think Greg is drooling" God her voice is sexy.

Catherine's POV

I've been watching Sara all night, except when I've been pretending not to, but then I've been shooting glances at her anyway, so I really have been watching her all night. Would that be classed as stalker behaviour? I don't think so. I haven't been following her, but my eyes have, but eyes can't stalk someone. It could be used as a metaphor though I guess.

Damn she's sexy as hell. The way those tight pants hug her arse. I wanna be those pants. And so much for not flirting with her, I have been, all night. That's what I get like when I'm drunk, and lord knows I'm drunk. That and my mind kinda runs around in circles, like a carousel. My dad, who wasn't really my dad, cause Sam's my dad, but I don't call him dad, cause I didn't know he was my dad until just recently, well my other dad, he used to call them merry-go-rounds. Can someone have two dads? I guess they can, Lindsey has friends that have two mums.

Sara's laughing, she's cute when she laughs. Though she's not really laughing she's giggling. I've never heard her giggle before, she doesn't really giggle much, not really a giggly person. She must be drunk. I like drunk Sara. God, the way she's sipping from that bottle, I wanna be that bottle.

I love Greg, he is my new hero. He asked Sara to dance with him and I was about to go order a, another drink or go to the bathroom or something, cause I don't want to watch Sara dance with Greg, which is why its good she's dancing with me. She said he would step on her toes because he can't dance, and he told her it was him or me. And she picked me. And me being me…well of course I'm me, it's not like I'm Nick or Warrick—because Nick is Nick and Warrick is Warrick—which is why they're called Nick and Warrick. But I know this, why am I reasoning this with myself if I already know it? —Oh right, I'm drunk.

Anyway, I decided I was going to take full advantage of the situation, I mean who wouldn't? Apart from a gay guy…or a straight girl…or Grissom…or someone who was mentally deranged—apart from all of them. Notice how I'm not on that list, that's because I would take advantage of the situation, which is why Sara is in my arms right now, or I'm in her arms, and she's grinding her hips against mine. I really would rather be at home right now. And I would really rather that Sara wasn't wearing any clothes, and I wasn't wearing any clothes.

There's a tap on my shoulder and I turn around to see who's about to die. "Heather? What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be..," shut up Catherine, you're making an idiot of yourself. I try not to talk when I'm drunk, because I hardly ever make sense, and people look at me like I'm stupid. And I'm not stupid, you can't be a CSI and be stupid, that would be counter productive.

"Mind if I cut in?" she asks me. Let me think, hell yes. But before I can get my words out she takes Sara's hand and moves her away from me. Now that's interesting. Why is she here, and did she know we were going to be here? Or is this a huge coincidence? And this is Sara and Lady Heather, they are like total opposites. What the hell can they have to talk about? Is Heather interested in Sara? Does she even swing that way? Oh crap.

Ok Catherine, try not to seem jealous, that would be stupid, just go back to the table. I did so, Greg was staring at me, "that was so hot" he mumbled, he's drunk—so am I—so I'll let it slide. That and I'm preoccupied, after taking my seat I start doing what Nick, Warrick, Grissom and now Greg are already doing, watching Lady Heather and Sara. They don't stay on the dance floor for long, instead heading over to the bar where Heather gets the two of them a drink. They are talking. God I wish I knew what they were saying.

Sara's POV

I've been trying to help them, help her, I really have, but now I really want to strangle her. Why, why did she have to come and talk now? Nevertheless I force myself to listen to her, "Have you talked to him lately?" she asked me.

"About work yeah, and bugs, nothing else. What happened?" I replied.

"Nothing, that's my point. Nothing. We have tea, cups of tea for breakfast every second Friday when he gets of shift, and nothing. I like him, God knows why—but I do. And I want him to like me back, I want him to want this too, I want him to show some sort of bloody emotion."

Ah, ok. Problem located, now how to fix it, "Do you want me to talk to him?"

"I—I don't know, I…God, what am I doing here?" she sighed and ran her fingers though her hair. We worked a scene at her 'place', and I saw the way she looked at Grissom, so when we had arrested and charged one of her employees I invited her out for a drink. I got her completely trashed and got her to admit she likes him, then they became my pet project, I can see he likes her and I want him to be happy. Though then again, I must confess my motives aren't entirely pure, if they do get together then the lab will stop gossiping about when we'll get together—me and Gris.

"Because I mentioned we were going to be here for Warrick's stag night and you wanted to see my smiling face?" I smiled, joking. "Because I told you that you should come to me whenever you have a problem or you need to talk. Because even you can't be strong all the time, though you are one of the strongest women I have ever met"

She smiled at me, "Sara, anyone would think you were hitting on me" she teases me, she knows I like Catherine, she was paying attention to me, just like I was her. If circumstances were different…well I would have been attracted to her, no question. And for some reason it seems that if Grissom wasn't on the scene she might be attracted to me. Hell, if this all goes south maybe we can both settle for second best. But I want them to be happy, both of them. And that means getting them together.

"Well, maybe I am" I tease back, "Wonder what he'd say to that?"

"You suggesting I try making him jealous?" she winked.

"Well—if it was anyone other than Gris, I would…but we both know that will make him back off." I smiled wryly.

"Yeah." She sighed and threw back the rest of her scotch.

"Well, I'll think about it, I swear. But I really should get back to the party." I sighed.

"You sure you wanna do that? They're gonna be asking all sorts of questions" she pointed out. Don't I know it.

"Well I'll remember to tell you the stories next time I see you, I'm sure you'll have a good laugh at my expense" I winked at her and we both moved over to the door to say goodbye. It was quieter over there and I was starting to get a headache.

"Too right I will" she laughed, smiling wryly, "Thanks Sara, you're a good friend" she pulled me in for a hug and I was so shocked I responded, she hadn't done that before. She winked at me before she left, "Love to know how you explain that to them" she grinned and I am left shaking my head. She is so mean.

I headed back over to the group, who were all staring at me, "Hey, I have a life, I have friends other than you guys" I protested lightly, sitting back down.

"What did she want?" Grissom asked me, looking confused, he knows we talk but that's all he knows.

"To talk" I replied vaguely.

Grissom's mouth snapped shut and he stood up, "I have to go, I'm sorry. Good luck Warrick" he smiled briefly and headed towards the door. It appears I didn't have to do anything. I would love to be in that parking lot right now, I want to know what happens. So I'm curious, so sue me. I guess I'll just have to settle for details from Heather later.

"So, you're friends with Lady Heather?" Greg asked, his eyebrow raised.

"Yup" I answered.

"How did she know where to find you?" Nick asked me frowning.

"I must have mentioned it." I shrugged.

"You've only known for a week" Catherine protested.

"I must have mentioned it this week" I shrugged again, I knew that if I clammed up they would have to ask questions, always the safest way if you don't really want to talk about something. Catherine looks cute when she's shocked, her mouth is just hanging open and her eyes are wide in shock. And they are blue and gorgeous and…this is going to lead to inappropriate thoughts I can tell.

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