A/N: I really don't have much to pre-face this chapter with, except to extend another big thank you for the reviews! You all make my day ;)


This was not how Catherine expected things to work out. She wasn't really sure what she had expected. Even anger from Sara's side would have left her less perplexed, though of course she had hoped her feelings were reciprocated. Instead things seemed to have landed somewhere in the middle. Sara acted as though nothing had happened between them, though she continued to throw out double entendres and innuendos for Catherine to pick up and attempt to piece together. So why won't she acknowledge what happened when she's clearly not uncomfortable about it?

She could also swear Sara was making it a point never to be alone with her. Catherine couldn't have asked her if she wanted to, not with out announcing their actives to the entire lab.

It's been three days! Catherine whined in her head, trying her hardest to focus on the video surveillance she'd been sifting through with Nick for what seemed to be endless hours. Does she have any idea the torture she's inflicting on me?

Glancing towards the hall, she noticed Sara across the way in the DNA lab, intently focused on whatever it was Greg was explaining to her. Two glass walls, black slacks, and a pair of panties were all that laid between Catherine and what she wanted most. That, and a metaphorical brick wall.

Taking advantage of the fact that Sara didn't know she was watching her, Catherine noted her slightly crinkled brow, they way she tucked the bangs that had come loose back behind her ear as she thoughtfully chewed her lip. The latter left Catherine mesmerized as she imagined taking that lip between her own teeth. She took advantage a little to long, turning away quickly when Sara looked up, as though she'd felt Catherine's eyes burning into her.

After a few moments she chanced another peek, only to see Sara mimic her actions and promptly look away. She noticed a small smile playing at the brunette's lips before she was forced to avert her eyes again as Sara looked up. Catherine couldn't help but chuckle a little as she realized how silly this little game of tag was. She turned to face the window once more, only this time Sara met her gaze and held it, sending a coy smile before she turned away, leaving Catherine with a fluttering feeling in her stomach. Butterflies? She pondered, noting their reappearance after months of pure arousal.

"You couldjust go talk to her you know," Nick said, continuing to scan the footage. Catherine realized she'd missed anything he might have said in the last few minutes.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Catherine said, feigning apathy.

"I'm talking about Sara," he replied, turning to face Catherine. "You think I don't know what's going on between you two?"

"She told you," Catherine said flatly, the irritation apparent in her voice. Nick paused, momentarily confused, before his lips curled into a knowing grin.

"Maybe I don't know as much as I thought," Nick said. Then, noting Catherine's confused expression he added, "Sara didn't tell me anything, Cath. I'm just saying, you two can sit here and bat your eyes at each other from across the hall, or you could just go over there and talk to her."

Catherine paused a moment, unsure how to react to Nick's apparent knowledge of the situation. Once again her eyes found Sara, and as the butterflies returned she decided she simply couldn't take this anymore.

"I'm going to go check on our DNA results," she lamely excused herself as she stood.

"Uh-huh, 'DNA results.' You do that," Nick said mockingly, Catherine pointedly ignoring him as she made her way across the hall, popping her head into the DNA lab.

"Sara, can I see you in my office?" she called.

"What for?"

"I…" Catherine paused, looking at Greg, "need to talk to you."

"Sure," Sara said nonchalantly, handing a slip of paper back to Greg before making her way to the door.

Catherine stepped into her office and Sara followed, pulling the door shut behind her.

"Is this going to be like our last 'talk?" Sara asked flirtatiously.

"I forgot to tell you something," Catherine replied, mimicking Sara's tone and smiling mischievously as she took a step forward.

"What's that?" Sara asked, her voice faltering slightly.

Catherine cupped Sara's face briefly before crushing their lips together, kissing her hard as she pinned Sara against the door. Immediately Catherine felt arms snake around her body, hands trailing up her back until they landed in her hair, pulling Catherine even closer. She heard herself let out a small whimper as she parted her lips, allowing Sara to slip her tongue between them.

The kiss was fevered and sultry, their tongues engaged in a perpetual battle. Catherine let a low moan escape her throat as she felt Sara's thigh come up between her legs, unconsciously pushing herself against.

The two women jumped apart as they were interrupted by someone trying to open the door their bodies were pressed against. Catherine giggled as Sara let out a frustrated groan before yanking the door open.

"Dammit, Nick! What?"