"Sara, don't touch anything. We need to treat this like a crime scene."
"Uh huh, um. Yeah." Sara replied, breathing rapidly again, but for a totally different reason.
"Sar?" Catherine asked, turning around, "Oh my God, Sara, you need to breathe, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I am." The brunette replied, acknowledging the calming effect Catherine had on her. "It's just the thought. Of someone. Being in my home."
"I know, don't worry, we'll sort it-"
"SARA?! IS THAT YOU?" A young woman ran out from one of the rooms and dived onto Sara. "Oh my God, it IS you."
"Oh, hey baby-"
"Is that all?! I mean, God. We haven't spoke for months! Way before you moved here-" Said the young female, breaking away from Sara.
"Whoa. Hold up, how did you know I was here?"
"Remember Dean?" Sara nodded, "did a bit of flirting and he did some digging and told me you were here."
"You have too much pull over him."
"If you've got it, flaunt it. That's what I say."
"Ellie, you're only 15."
"Don't look it though, do I?"
"No, and that's going to get you in trouble one day."
"So you keep saying." Ellie turned around to see Catherine, "Oh shit, sorry. Didn't know you had company! Hi," She extended her hand towards Catherine, "I'm Ellie Fitzgerald."
"Catherine Willows."
"Awesome name, you work with Sara?"
"Yeah."
"Wow, didn't know hot people had jobs like that."
"ELLIE!" Warned Sara, while Catherine giggled.
"What? You're just annoyed 'cause I didn't call you hot-" Sara shot her a warning look so she shut up. "Sorry dude. Anyway, what you guys doing?"
"We're picking up some of Sara's stuff and then she's staying at mine while I look after her." Catherine answered, wanting to be part of the conversation.
"Huh? Sara being looked after? What's happened?"
"Nothing, baby face." It was Ellie's turn to shoot the warning look; Sara held her hands up in mock surrender.
"Jeez Sar. We've established my age! So don't try and trick me, something's up 'cause I know you wouldn't get looked after by anyone, unless it was serious."
"I got shot-"
"WHAT?! WHO BY?!" Screamed Ellie.
"You know the guy who, um, killed Gwen." Sara choked out, "Well, his brother-"
"I'LL FUCKING KILL THE BASTARD!"
"Ellie honey. Please, calm down." The young girl had started to clench and unclench her fists in anger.
"I'll kill him, I'll fucking kill him-"
"No baby, you won't." Sara said, walking towards the fuming Ellie. "You won't because I'm okay. He didn't kill me, and now he'll go to prison for a very long time." These words calmed the young girl considerably.
"As long as you're okay, Sar."
"I am." Sara said, she reached her arms out and grabbed Ellie's hands, "But are you?" She asked, while turning her hands over, she then slowly pushed up the sleeves of the young girl's shirt revealing angry red marks.
"Mom's using again. She promised she'd stop, Sara, she promised." The young girl said, bursting into heartbreaking sobs. Sara wrapped her arms around the young girl.
"Oh. Let it all out baby, its okay, it is. I know you're hurting, but you shouldn't take it out on yourself." The young girl nodded into Sara's chest, and carried on sobbing. It was then that Sara remembered Catherine was there, she looked up to send her an apologetic look, but to her surprise Catherine had tears streaming down her face too.
"I'm sorry, Catherine." Ellie pulled away from Sara and tried to compose herself. "Are you okay?" The young girl was confused that Catherine was crying. Confused and concerned.
"Mhm. You don't need to apologize. Listen Sar, I'm gonna go wait in the car, you can come too if you'd like, Ellie?" She addressed the raven-haired girl.
"Erm, yeah. Sure." A sad smile graced her lips. When Catherine left, Sara collected all her necessities and stuffed them in a bag. "So, you and her got a thing?" Asked Ellie.
"Nope. I only met her a few days ago!"
"You so want there to be a thing though." Sara tried to protest, but Ellie pressed on. "Don't deny it Sar, she's exactly your type. In fact, she's hotter than your usual type, and the way you look at her should be PG rated! And she looks at you in exactly the same way."
"Why would she be interested in me?"
"'Cause you're an amazing person? 'Cause you're beautiful? 'Cause-"
"Drop it, Elle."
"Whatevs Sar. You know I'm right."
"Hmm, if you say so." Sara teased.
"Yes, I do. Come on Sar, Catherine's waiting!"
"Jeez, the way you order me about-"
"It's like I'm the 30 something year old and you're the 15 year old. Yeah I've heard that before. Come on." The two girls walked downstairs to see Catherine in the car, looking happier than before.
"SHOT GUN!" Shouted Ellie.
"Aww man."
"Quit complaining." Retorted Ellie as she climbed in the front of the car. "Hey Cath. Can we go grab something to eat, Sara had no food at hers."
"Yeah sure, Sar? Fancy going Wired?"
"Hell yeah!" Catherine and Ellie both laughed at this reply. The drive was filled with embarrassing stories of Sara.
"Haha, Sara. Remember that time when you came out of the shower? And you didn't know that Dougie and Sash were there?"
"That was so embarrassing!"
"I think Sash would've been okay if you were clothed, and if you didn't land on him like you were doing the splits!" Catherine bit back a moan at the thought of a wet, naked Sara sat on her lap.
"Oh God. I couldn't talk to him for weeks after that!"
"Haha! Oh my God! I didn't tell you, did I?!"
"Tell me what?"
"I walked in on him, in a 'compromising' position. With himself, but the way he was going on, I swear to God, I thought you were in there with him!"
"Oh my God." Ellie broke out into silent fits of laughter. "Are you kidding!?" Seeing as Ellie couldn't speak, dueto all the laughing, she nodded. "EEWWWWW, THAT'S GROSS!!" Ellie mouthed an 'I know' and carried on laughing at Sara's reaction. "Elle, come on. We're here."
"Ooh, food!" The young girl practically jumped out of the car and ran into the diner.
"Cath? Are you okay? You've been pretty quiet the whole journey?"
"I'm fine, I was just listening to your stories!" 'And picturing you naked, straddling me.
"Don't tell anyone! Come on, I'm starving." They both got out of the car and made their way to where Ellie was sitting.
"Hurry up," Ellie whined, "I'm soooooooo hungry." As if by magic, a waitress appeared from no where and asked what they wanted.
"Can I have a coffee and pancakes, and a bacon sandwich, and waffles. And a chocolate donut. And-"
"You cannot be that hungry."
"Yes Sara, I am that hungry, seeing as someone had no food in their house." Sara raised an eyebrow at Ellie.
"Jeez Sara. Fine. It'll be just that, thanks gorgeous." She addressed the blushing waitress. Sara rolled her eyes.
"I'll have a pancakes please, and a coffee!"
"Alrighty, what about you, miss?" The waitress asked Catherine.
"Just a black coffee please."
"Coming up." The waitress said as she walked away.
"She was hot."
"Ellie! I can't believe you just did that!"
"What?! Flirted with a good looking girl? Like you've never done it, Splits."
"You got me there, baby face."
"Jeez, didn't know you had an issue with being called Splits."
"Well I do after what you said about Sash!"
"Oh yeah. Anyway, why'd you stop calling me?"
"Straight to the point as always, Elle."
"You know me, never did like any of the bullshit you adults gave me."
"Hmm." The table went quiet and Catherine sensed this was a conversation they should be having without her there, and she needed to get out of there before more naked images of Sara floated into her mind.
"I'm gonna go use the bathroom, back in a sec."
"You okay, Cath?" Sara asked, concerned for her friend.
"Yeah, my bladder isn't very patient!" She joked, walking towards the bathroom. Once she got in there she locked the door and leant against it, God, why did Ellie bring up naked Sara?! Oh God. Naked Sara. Wet, Naked Sara. Before Catherine knew it, her hand was snaking down her body and slipping into her panties, she was shocked to find how wet she was. She entered herself with one finger, moaning at the feeling. She then added another finger, throwing her head back and biting her lip. More images of Sara flashed through her mind as she pumped in and out of herself. She was surprised at how quiet she had managed to be, she felt her orgasm getting closer as she added a third finger and pumped harder. As she flew over the edge, she bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. Once she regained her energy, she washed her hands and splashed cold water on her face. She then unlocked the door, straightened her hair and walked over to the table where her coffee was waiting for her. How am I going to get through living with Sara? She silently asked herself. How?