That Night

9 minutes and 7 seconds. Okay, so sped through a yellow light. Not really a crime. I just don't want to get hung up on a red light wasting time when I can be standing infront of her door counting precious seconds waiting for her to open it. Control your breathing, Sidle. It's only dinner. Dinner. Dinner that she cooked with her own hands. So does it make me special? Okay, I feel special. Given the attention of homemade cooking, yes, it makes me special. Okay, I hear someone coming.

Lindsey Willows opens the door takes a look and, "Hey, mom! Sara's here! Come on in." She reaches for Sara's hand and pulls her in.

Sara smiles as she follows her to the living room.

Catherine calls from the kitchen, "have a seat, Sara. Make yourself comfortable."

"Oh, okay." Sara replies as she plops down the sofa. Lindsey sits next to her and looks at her with a silly grin.

"Guess what," she says to Sara, "Mom talks about you alot."

Sara does a double take on Lindsey, not sure if she heard right. "Say that again, Linds?"

"I said Mom talks about you alot." The little girl giggles.

Now Sara's curiosity peaked, why would Catherine talk about me? Wow, now that's something. "So, umm, Linds, what does your mom say about me?"

"Well," Lindsey began, "Mom talked about you again the other day when Sofia was here. But they told me to watch TV 'coz they didn't want me to hear. But it was definitely about you. I can tell." The little covers her mouth while giggling.

Sofia. Sofia again. What the hell? Why is she here? Worse, what does she do here? Sara's mood changed from elation to depression to jelousy and irritation. Sofia. I hate that name!

Catherine comes out from the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel, she smiles at Sara, "hey, how are you doing?"

Thoughts of the blond detective was still flooding Sara's mind. What is it with her and Sofia? Are they seeing each other? Is she going to break it to me gently?

"Sara?" Catherine walks infront of the brunette, puts her hand on her shoulder, "Sara, you okay?"

"Huh?" Sara felt a tingling sensation run up her spine the moment Catherine touched her.

Catherine leaned closer brushing misplaced strands of hair out of Sara's face. Sara held her breath, O god, help me.

The older CSI caresses her face with her hand, "Sara? Are you okay? You're a bit cold. You're starting to scare me..."

Sara stared into Catherine's eyes. She opens her mouth but not a word comes out. God, she's beautiful. I can drown in her blue eyes forever.

"Sara? Breathe for me, honey." Catherine cups her face in her hands. She looks at her daughter, "Lindsey, get me a cold wash cloth now."

Lindsey like a bolt of lightning runs to the bathroom.

Catherine sits next to Sara, with a concerned look, her hands still gently holding the brunette's face. "Sara, honey? Breathe for me, baby. You..."

Before I loose myself completely, it's now or never. Better to die knowing than to never know how it feels to kiss the great Catherine. Sara leans foreward and captures the Catherine's soft lips in hers. She runs her tongue over Catherine's bottom lip and was surprised that Catherine did not pull away but moaned and let her gain more access. Sara's hands moved slowly towards Catherine's hips pulling her closer. Catherine in return snakes her hands around the younger CSI's neck deepening their kiss.

Lindsey calls from the bathroom, "Mom? I can't find a wash cloth! Can I use a towel instead?"

Sara and Catherine break their kiss, both of them breathing heavily. She still has her hands aound Sara's neck, her eyes never leaving the brunette's, "it's okay, Lindsey. Sara's fine now!"

Catherine slowly brings her arms down, Sara slowly leaned back waiting for a slap, or a push or a shove, angry eyes, a 'get-out-of-here/ that's inappropriate' lecture from the woman she just kissed but what she saw from Catherine was a sexy little smirk appear on her lips. Okay, not what I was expecting...

"Sara," she says whispering, "you can't get away with that. I'll deal with you later. Dinner first." She gets up and proceeds to the kitchen.

Sara sat there. The beating of her heart was so stong, she felt like her heart might rip out of her. I kissed her. I kissed her. I kissed her.Oh, god I can't believe I kissed her. Oh, shit. I'm in trouble.

"Hey, Sara! You okay now?" Lindsey sits and puts her arm around the brunette.

"What? Oh, I'm fine now, Linds." After that kiss, who would'nt be? God, I need to kiss her again. It's not a want, it's a need.

Still there was something Sara needed to find out. She leans closer to Lindsey whispering, "what does your mom say about me?"

The little girl giggles and covers her mouth, "I'm not suppose to tell," she says whispering.

Sara smiles, "cross my heart, I will take the heat." She makes an 'X' mark over her heart.

"Well," Lindsay closes in, "she said you're ..."

Just then Catherine approaches them, "Dinners ready, guys. Come on. Lindsey, go wash your hands and..." She looks at the two huddled together on the sofa. She eyes Sara suspiciously, "Sara? What's going on now?"

Lindsay smiles as she stood up, "Mom, she wanted to know..."

Sara suddenly stands up and holds Lindsay's hand, "okay, Lindsey, let's wash our hands and get ready for dinner. Hmmm, smells lovely!"

Catherine folds her arms across her chest, looks at the both of them. "Lindsey, go wash. Sidle, you stay."

"Told you so." Lindsey gives a look at Sara as she goes to the kitchen.

Catherine slowly approaches the brunette in a glide like manner. Transfixed at the blond's slow hypnotic movement, Sara wanted to take a step back but her feet were planted, like roots came out making her unable to move, her breathing deepened. Her pulse quickened. Oh, god, the effects she has on me. "Catherine..I...I'm...can't breathe...help..."Her voice was barely audible. Her world inside of her spinnig fast.

Catherine stood inches away from her. She leans foreward close enough to the brunette's ear. " You're not getting away with that excuse this time, Sidle." Feeling the blond's hot breath against her neck was more than she can stand. It was more than a tease.

Sara turns her head slightly , her face brushing through the strawberry blond's hair who was still leaning but not touching. "Catherine..."she says barely whispering, "Catherine..."

The older CSI takes a step back, looks at Sara with a mischievious grin, "I'll deal with you later, Sara Sidle." And walks towards the kitchen.

She stops and turns around to the brunette who was still standing, limply, "Sara, I slaved myself in the kitchen just for you. And I'm not gonna let you make dinner cold. Get your butt over here now!"

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Greg sits at the breakroom. I can't believe Sofia. I can't believe Catherine! Oh, god, I can't believe Sara never noticed!

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sorry for the wait. been busy with the rat race. review, comment, suggestion, feedbacks, anything! errors are all mine, did this at work again...