Sorry for the late update, butI had a bunch of finals and regular tests to study for and my best friend moved recently so I planned to throw this goodbye party for her at my place which was amazing, by the way. So for you loyal readers I hope this fills you up and I'm sorry for any mistakes I made in this chapter and of course previous chapters, but I've always been picking the worst times to write these chapters...at night before I start to get tired and as the more words appear on my screen I then get too tired and frustrated to care.

So here it is, on with the chapter and I hope you enjoy. I'll be updating more often no that I've got the free time, though. ;)

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A few boring days passed and Catherine had felt distant from Sara. Unsure, she wished Sara would give her a sign they were still a couple for lack of a better term and where they were headed.

Sara as on the phone with Grissom at the moment, which seemed to be all she did if she had no orders to call Alan. The brunette twisted her hair at the tips in her index and middle finger, holding the phone to her left ear. She seemed bored and to Catherine that was a good thing.

"I don't think we need more things for you to collect and stuff into your plenty filled office, Gris," Sara sighed, ready to fall asleep.

Catherine continued to glance over the openly comfortable and slouching brunette, one knee parallel to her face as he other lay idle against the soft fabric of the bed.

Damn, I want to jump on her. I really need a cold shower or something. Ugh, we have maybe two days left on this trip of ours. Vegas isn't going to be the same, that's for sure.

"Okay, I'll go, but only to get new things for the lab. I'll talk to you later. Bye." With a final note of a chuckle as though Grissom had told a funny, or rather, corny joke to his old friend, Sara stood up, heading toward the older woman and hung up the phone.

"Thank God," Catherine rolled her eyes, peeling herself from the chair she had situated herself into across from Sara.

"I'm sorry, was I not entertaining you enough?"

Catherine could hear the sarcasm in the younger woman's voice, understanding Sara was tired and wanted to hear anything but a whining little kid like Catherine had been behaving like in recent moments.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have to try so hard to get your attention. That was very childish of me and I apologize," she admitted, moving in on Sara.

"You want to talk," Sara picked up on her body language.

"I don't want to be confused any more," Catherine blurted, running her hand extremely gentle down Sara's bicep with a weak smile.

"About what," Sara had not bothered to flinch at the other woman's touch.

"Us. Lately I've been wondering if this is what I think it is and if it's going anywhere. What's going on? Because you haven't really helped me clear things up in my cobweb covered head."

Sara looked down at the floor, then back up at Catherine. She backed away and toward the bed. Once the back of her knees hit the edge of the mattress, she plopped down and sighed.

"I know, but it's not like I truly understand this whole thing myself. What do you want from me?"

"What? I didn't think that was even on the table!?" Catherine searched Sara's wondering eyes and got down on her knees in front of her complicated coworker.

"It is, Catherine, and it always has been. Look, I've only dated one woman before you and it didn't end well so I'm trying to do my best with you because I'm afraid if I mess up even once…you'll be gone forever."

"Sara…never mind. What's important is that we both want the same thing, okay? Do you want sex or a relationship?"

"Why can't we have both," Sara asked, joking of course, but keeping her sincerely concerned expression tight across her face.

Catherine giggled and got onto her feet. She pushed Sara to lie down on the bed and leaned over her without completely straddling the thirty four year old.

Sara smiled and began to lift Catherine's shirt. The strawberry blonde worried that was the clear choice from Sara.

Only sex? I don't know if I can handle hearing that! I mean, here I am ready to scream those three words from the top of my lungs to the entire universe and she only wants the physical aspects?

Sara pulled herself up to Catherine's ear and whispered sweetly, "Tears stream down you're face when you've lost something you can not replace."

Catherine recognized the lyrics and smiled shyly. She comprehended and with her new peace of mind, bent down and lightly brushed Sara's lips.

"Is that how you feel about this situation," Catherine asked, flashing a stronger smile and rolling over next to Sara.

"I wouldn't have quoted Coldplay just now if it wasn't meant for this discussion."

They shared a tiny giggle and took each other's hands, lacing their fingers as they had gotten used to and tangling their legs into the others.

"I wish we could go somewhere and stay there for the rest of our lives," Sara admitted, looking over at Catherine.

"Me too, but we can't always get what we want."

The conversation skipped a beat and Sara continued, "Come with me."

Catherine was tugged up by Sara's hand in hers and was dragged out of the hotel in a hurry.

"Where are we going," Catherine laughed with excitement and curiosity.

"You'll see, now hurry up," Sara shot back with a grin.

A few minutes passed before they reached a stretch of green land Catherine assumed was some kind of park. She was stopped momentarily before feeling the pull of Sara once again. This time only a few seconds passed before Catherine watched with happiness as Sara stretched out on the lawn and made herself more than comfortable with a smile on her face.

"You look beautiful when you smile, you know. I hope I can get used to seeing you that more often, too."

Sara closed her eyes and continued to let her smile grow wider. She rested her hands over her torso and relaxed. Catherine decided there was no harm in doing the same and placed herself next to Sara on the grass.

Catherine found she needed to touch Sara at the time and extended her arm across the brunette's waist with a smile and gracefully closed her eyes. She nuzzled her head into Sara's stomach and the two rested together calmly with the sun beating softly on them in the middle of the field, no worries, no commands, no rules, no distractions, and best of all… no interruptions.

Of course the fun had to end at some point, leaving Sara to be the one sitting up right and waking Catherine with a quick stroke through the soft, silky hair of her colleague's.

"We have to go to a dinner in a few hours and I think we both need showers and nice outfits so… let's go," Sara innocently tried to break up their own miniature party.

Catherine groaned, reluctantly following Sara back to the hotel where they scooped up the keys to their rental car. Sara seemed excited, but Catherine, as usual of late, was confused.

"Where are we going now?"

The brunette turned around and smiled. "To get new clothes."

"Why?"

"It's a big dinner…and I mean big!"

Why does she have to be so trustworthy? Ever since I nearly said 'I love you' it seems like I have no mind of my own. It's scary.

Catherine shivered as they left the building, which did not go unnoticed. Sara smiled lightly and removed her jacket, throwing it over Catherine's shoulders.

"Better?"

"Much…thanks," Catherine faked a smile and hint of laugher, feeling as though she was the only one in this relationship that felt so strongly about the other. She let out a sigh that she was thankful Sara had not caught, as she wanted more time to think about what she really wanted from Sara.

The mall they stopped at was pleasing to the couple as Sara rushed out of the car to get into any store. Catherine laughed at the way the younger woman had been acting, but since the lab funded their trip they could indulge a little, hence the unseen behavior.

"Sara," Catherine chuckled, trying to catch up with little success and hardly any air left in her lungs. "Wait up!"

"Come on, slow poke," Sara ordered in good fun.

Catherine shook her head in gentle disbelief and jogged to Sara who had stopped outside the perfect store in awe. Sara almost instinctively laced her fingers with Catherine's and pulled the strawberry blonde into the place with ease knowing they had to find something inside.

"What color," Sara asked Catherine as they browsed through a rack of dresses.

"Um, I don't know, whatever color you think looks great on me," Catherine grinned once Sara turned to face her.

"The best color on you…in my opinion…is the color of your own skin," Sara flirted as she approached her superior.

"Well, maybe for dessert I'll go naked, but not for the main event when everyone will be staring," Catherine flirted back, wrapping her arms around Sara's waist before placing a chaste kiss on the brunette's tantalizing lips.

"I personally love that idea," she giggled, kissing Catherine again.

"I thought you would."

The two broke from the other's embrace and continued searching the rack. Sara occasionally looked back at Catherine, sizing her up for reasons Catherine didn't quite understand. The brunette grinned mischievously and pulled a dress off a different rack.

"You think a dress for a twenty year old would suit me," Catherine spat in shock.

"Yeah, an in shape cougar like yourself could get away with wearing anything like Terry Hatcher from Desperate Housewives. I was watching this Vh1 special and you qualify without a doubt!"

"Great, now I'm lumped together with a bunch of women who turn to the needle for the looks they feel they need!"

"That's not what I meant and you know it," Sara calmed down significantly. "Try it on. I can't wait to see how delicious you'll look in this one."

Catherine bit her bottom lip nervously as she looked over the very revealing dress.

The color is actually really nice. I like it, but does she really think of me as a piece of meat? This dress shouldn't even be considered a dress! It's more like a thin, long rag, but if Sara wants a peek and needs a bit of entertainment who am I to deny her of that?

A few minutes passed before Catherine had finished her final touches to slipping on the flowing little number. She slowly opened the dressing room door and confidently strode across the hardwood floor, modeling for Sara giddily.

"So…do you like it any different now," Catherine asked seductively.

"Um, yeah, I like it a lot more when it's draped over your wonderland of a body."

"Okay, John Mayer," Catherine joked with a hint of laughter. "You don't think the neckline is too…plunging?"

"Nope, not at all. You seriously think when it stops in between your breasts it's too revealing? Because I find it very appealing and…welcoming."

"And how would you feel if someone came up to me and hit on me because of that fact?"

"I would trust you would only flirt back briefly then tell them you're already involved."

"Would you let me flirt back?"

"As long as it doesn't get out of control and I'm not too sexually threatened."

"Let me tell you, Sara, there is no one you should feel sexually threatened by because maybe I haven't made this clear, but I don't want anyone other than you."

Sara smiled, happy with the words she had heard pass through Catherine's lips. She stood up and planted a light, innocent kiss holding hidden fire behind it, on Catherine's morphine like lips.

God, they're so addicting and so fatal. I love it, Sara thought as she felt herself deepening the kiss before breaking away gently.

"So…do you like it?"

"Yeah," Catherine bit her lower lip in giddiness.

"Then it's your turn. Pick out a dress for me and let's get the hell out of here. I think being fashionably late for a dinner shows you're anything but lazy and unreliable," she laughed.

Catherine grinned and pulled Sara by her belt gently into the dressing room, kissing her heatedly on the way.

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