A.N.: Ok, sorry, sorry, sorry. My computer has gone weird on me. For example, no key on the key board is what it should be. I takes a while to figure out which key is which… And to those who sent me PMs/review replies, sorry for not replying. They've all disappeared. I'm trying to fix it, but I suck with computers…
Anyway, here is a very loooong chapter 11. In fact, it was so long that I cut bits out of it (sorry Chelsee, I had loads of your ideas in, and then I cut them out. It was unintentional, I promise…)
And SaraSGrissom, sorry if I confused you. In my head, Catherine was driving back from the lab where Sara had dropped her off. I should probably have made that clearer…
Anyway, without further ado, let's get on with it. Please review!
We Need A Cliché!
Chapter 11
Sara's apartment…
"We need to talk."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. I've figured it out!"
Sara shifted from foot to foot nervously.
"Are you going to let me in?" The blonde sounded amused.
"Oh, yeah, sure. Sorry." She opened the door wider, and Catherine saw that the brunette was already dressed in her sleepwear: shorts and a tank top. She looked adorable. And confused.
"So…what have you figured out?" Sara hoped that hadn't sounded as feeble and nervous as it had in her head. They sat down opposite each other in the lounge.
"The boys are playing match-makers for us!"
"What?"
"The boys have been trying to set us up! And they've recruited my daughter, my sister, your brother, your nephew, and god knows how many others!"
"I don't understand…"
"The elevator, the whole 'we only have one room' thing, your nephew coming to visit, even us running out of petrol on our way back from that crime scene - it was all set up! They're trying to get us together!"
"What? Are you sure? But why?"
Suddenly, guided by the courage she had received from her realisation in the car, the blonde moved to kneel in front of Sara.
"Do you really have to ask me that?", she questioned softly. The brunette had the cutest hopeful expression on her face.
"No," she breathed, and moved her head closer to Catherine's.
"Didn't think so," the smaller woman whispered against Sara's lips, before they touched for the first time.
Catherine's heart was beating hard in her chest, the butterflies had made a giddy reappearance, and when Sara pushed her tongue softly into her mouth, she felt herself whimper.
Not wanting to be outdone, she rubbed her own tongue along the brunette's, causing her to groan and push back into the couch, pulling Catherine up with her.
They pulled apart, foreheads touching, eyes locked.
"God, what took me so long to do that?" Sara's voice was slightly hoarse. She pulled Catherine into a comfortable position, snuggled into her side, arms entangled around each others bodies.
"Apparently, the boys were wondering about that too," Catherine said with a smirk. "Turns out we didn't need them."
"Oh, I don't know. If you hadn't gotten suspicious, maybe none of this would have happened."
The blonde didn't look pleased. "I don't like the thought that neither of us felt this was important enough to make a move."
"I'm sure one of us would have done something at some point. I just don't know how long it would have taken us!"
They both sighed, and Catherine snuggled into the taller brunette.
"Maybe we should thank the boys."
"Why are you grinning like that?", Sara asked suspiciously. The blonde in her arms had an impish smile about her lips.
"Before we thank them, I think we should pay them back a little, don't you think?"
"Oh yeah," smiled Sara, her grin matching Catherine's…
Willow's residence, Saturday afternoon…
Lindsey entered the house quietly after being dropped off by her aunt. She wasn't sure if her mother was still sleeping. She walked silently past the kitchen, when suddenly, she was grabbed and pulled into the room, the door shut behind her.
"Mom?" Her mother had sat back down beside Sara, who was sitting at their kitchen table.
"What's going on?", she asked, confused.
Then her eyes noticed her mother's and Sara's joined hands.
"Lindsey, we need to talk…"
Beginning of shift, the same day…
Sara walked into the locker room, a huge smile on her face. She couldn't believe it had really happened. She had been shocked when she had opened her door to reveal Catherine, but what it had led to, was more than she had ever hoped for.
Sara was still giddy. At first, she had been nervous that once Catherine had slept on it, she would change her mind, but they had had a long talk waiting for Lindsey , and the blonde had reassured her that she had been wanting Sara for a long time.
The brunette was just opening her locker when the door shut, and a voice purred "Well hello there, beautiful."
Sara couldn't stop the blush at Catherine's playful compliment. The blonde came up to her and gave her a tight, lingering hug.
"HI," Sara whispered huskily in her ear.
"I really, really want to kiss you right now," mumbled Catherine, which caused the taller woman to blush even harder and a wide smile to break out on her face.
"I'll make it up to you later," Sara promised.
"I hope so. I'm sure between us we can think of something."
Sara swallowed and tried hard not to imagine the ways she would really like to make it up to Catherine. Thankfully, the blonde decided to play nice, and unwrapped herself from Sara's embrace.
"Are you coming over after shift?" The question was meant to sound confident, but Sara saw a flash of uncertainty in the blue eyes. This vulnerable side made her even more endearing.
"Of course. I can't wait to hear what the boys plan to do next from Lindsey." She didn't need to say that she also couldn't wait to kiss Catherine 'til her knees turned to jelly. The other woman could see it from the look in her eyes.
"I'll see you later then." Catherine smiled, and blew her a kiss. Sara tried her best not to look too happy, or the boys would get suspicious. Funny, her gloomy face was finding it very hard to stick…
The diner, after shift…
"Ok, so Sara's brother is going to send us a list of exes, and then Brass will check where they are."
The boys and Lindsey nodded. The teen was having a hard time keeping a straight face, but she knew this was the only way she could escape punishment for getting involved in her mother's private affairs. She hot up with the others and let Warrick drop her off at home. She hoped her mother and Sara weren't making out when she got in…
Willow's residence…
Sara reluctantly pilled back from kissing Catherine. She was lying half across the blonde on her couch, and they had been engaged in a rather heavy make-out session.
A moment or two later, when Catherine realised that the other woman wasn't going to resume kissing her, she opened her heavy-lidded eyes.
"I heard a car," Sara murmured apologetically, gently running her fingers through the blonde's hair, and sure enough, the door opened moments later.
Sara gave the pouting woman a quick peck on the lips, and moved back to her end of the couch.
"Hi," Lindsey said as she same in and sat down opposite them, relieved to see that they were sitting at opposite ends of the couch. What she had told her aunt was true: she didn't mind that Sara was a woman. What she minded was the ultimate 'gross factor' of seeing her mother engaged in a heavy match of tonsil hockey.
"Hey Lindsey," Catherine and Sara greeted her.
"So, tell us, what's going to happen next?", Catherine asked her daughter, and, reaching for Sara's hand, laced their fingers together.
"Well," Lindsey began, they're going to ask Sara's brother to make a list of her exes, and then brass is going to find out where they live."
Sara felt Catherine's grip tighten slightly on her hand, but she was confused.
"Why are they doing that?"
Lindsey looked at her with a 'duh' expression on her face.
" They want one of them to come here and act like they want you back, to make mom jealous."
Noticing her mother's gloomy expression, she quickly added "But don't worry, Daniels's going to take care of that."
"I hope so," muttered Catherine, while Lindsey got up to phone Daniel.
"You're jealous. That's cute," smiled Sara.
"Like you were with Susie?", Catherine teased back. The brunette blushed. "yes, I'm jealous, because I don't want to share my new girlfriend with one of her exes. You got a problem with that?"
Sara found a possessive Catherine too cute for words, but she didn't tell her that. Instead, she said "No, I don't have a problem with that. But even if one of my exes turned up, I'd tell them that I have the most beautiful, intelligent, and amazing girlfriend in the world, and I wouldn't want to exchange her for anyone."
"Are you trying to woo me with your charm?", she asked, but her smile gave away that she enjoyed the compliments.
"Is it working?"
'I don't know," the blonde smiled, "what were you aiming for?"
"A kiss?", Sara replied, pulling the blonde closer by their joined hands.
In reply, Catherine crushed their lips together, her hands finding their way into Sara's hair, pulling her closer and closer.
Suddenly, the blonde pulled back.
"I want to take you out to lunch," she said, while Sara tried to catch her breath.
When Catherine's words registered, she replied "Lunch? As in a date?"
"Yeah." She placed kisses on each of Sara's fingers. "What are the odds of us both getting night off? And if you keep kissing me like that, I'll eventually give in and do things we should really keep until after at least the third date."
Sara blushed and smiled. "if I keep kissing you like that? I distinctly remember you attacking me just now."
"Didn't hear you complaining!"
"No, why would I?"
"So, is that a yes to the date?'
"Well, I don't know," Sara teased, "I might be meeting some exes who are desperate to win me back!"
"Shut up," Catherine muttered before she leaned back in towards Sara's soft lips…
The locker room, before shift…
Although Sara had been at work for a while, she hung about near the locker room until she heard someone say that Catherine had come in.
Their date that day had been amazing. . Not having to hide anymore felt so good, and, still floating from the goodbye kiss, and the prospect of seeing Catherine, she practically floated into the locker room.
The beautiful blonde was staring thoughtfully into her open locker.
She shut the door behind her and watched as a smile lit up on Catherine's face.
"Hey you," she said, swiftly shutting her locker and leaning against it.
"Hey. I've been waiting for you." She moved to stand facing Catherine. And then, because she had had to wait so long to do it, she defied all rules and regulations and pressed her lips to the surprised blonde's.
Only when Catherine let out a whimper did she pull back, lips still tingling.
Sara pulled a slightly dazed Catherine towards her, and held on tight.
"Anything knew on what the boys are planning?"
"Nope. But lets talk about something else. What about breakfast after shift?…
Later, the same shift…
Catherine was taking a break, eating her salad that she stored in the break room fridge. Nick and Sara came down the hall. When he saw that the blonde was eating, he quickly excused himself.
Just as Sara made to sit down opposite Catherine, her cell phone rang.
"Hello? Lindsey, what-…what do you mean?…WHAT? Oh my god-….bye."
She jumped towards Catherine, a panicked expression on her face.
"Stop, don't eat that!"
Just as she spoke, Catherine turned white, and ran to the sink to throw up.
Sara gently held back her hair and rubbed her back.
"Shhh, it's ok. It's ok, baby," she muttered soothingly. The blonde leaned weakly against her.
"I don't know what just happened."
"I do," Sara murmured darkly, and handed the shaking woman a glass of water. "Lindsey called. After my brother told the guys that there was not one of my exes who didn't hate my guts, the boys got desperate and put something in your salad. They want me to take care of you!"
Just then, Grissom entered.
"What's wrong? Catherine, are you not feeling well?"
Because Sara looked like she wanted to punch him, the blonde quickly said "Actually, Gil, I'm feeling sick. Sara's going to take me home. Since it's so near the end of shift, ok?"
Sara quickly helped her to her car. Catherine was still white and a little unstable on her feet.
"Hey, how are you holding up? I swear, I'm going to kill the guys!"
"I'm fine," the blonde replied, 'I was only a little sick."
Sara kept her gloomy expression firmly in place, especially when she had to stop twice for Catherine to throw up in the gutter.
When they eventually pulled up in the blonde's drive way, she was so pale that Sara was afraid Catherine was going to pass out.
"I'm this close to taking you to hospital!", she fumed. "The only thing holding me back is that I know you hate hospitals and that Grissom would never let the guys use anything dangerous on you." She opened the door.
"I'm really sorry I ruined our plans for after shift,' Catherine said weakly. She looked close to tears, and Sara saw that the long shift and the sickness were catching up with her. The watery blue eyes tugged at her heart, and she quickly gathered the petite woman into her arms.
'Catherine, I don't care about breakfast; I care about spending time with you, whether it's holding your hand while we wait for our food, or holding your hair back while you throw up. The first option is obviously more pleasant, but as long as I'm with you, I don't care what I'm doing!"
"There you go with the flattery again," Catherine smiled into her shoulder.
"I'm getting pretty good, huh?" The blonde just smiled, and Sara gently guided her towards the stairs. "Come on, let's get you to bed." the blonde was too exhausted to make a smart reply.
"Will you come and lie down with me?", she asked instead. "I'll try not to throw up on you…"
"Of course. Let me just get you a glass of water and a bucket in case you can't make it to the toilet."
She left Catherine on her bed, but when she returned, she was already hugging the toilet bowl.
"honey, are you sure you don't need a doctor?"
'I'm sure." They got up and lay on Catherine's bed Sara holding her.
"I sort of imagined the first time with you in my bed a little differently!"
Sara smiled. "It doesn't matter. Try to sleep." She placed a kiss on Catherine's head, and snuggled closer, shutting her eyes…
Sara's apartment, the next day, after shift…
"So you're sure you're ok?", Sara asked worriedly. They were sitting on the couch, waiting.
'Yes, like the other five-hundred times you asked!". Catherine tried to sound exasperated, but the effect was ruined by the affectionate smile gracing her lips.
"I'm just worried about you,: the brunette said shyly.
"I know, and I think it's really sweet of you , but I haven't been sick since last night, and I just went a whole shift feeling fine!"
Sara decided to change the subject.
"Did Lindsey say what exactly they're going to do to my apartment?'
"No, they didn't give details 'cause she started yelling at them for practically poisoning me!"
"She's a lot like you sometimes'" Sara smiled.
"Is that good?"
'I think it's cute", she said with a grin, and leaned in for a kiss…
On the stairs up to Sara's apartment…
It was still mostly dark outside when the boys reached Sara's door. It had been surprisingly easy to steal the spare key; it just so happened that Catherine and Sara had talked about spare keys, and how Sara kept one in her locker.
After stealing the key, the rest was easy. The had brought various tools, along with a small assortment of Grissom's various bugs, in case they couldn't find anything to break so that Sara would have to move in with Catherine for a while.
After opening the door with the stolen key, they switched on their torches and crept through the house.
"let's go to the kitchen first,' Warrick suggested. He didn't know why he was whispering; Lindsey was having breakfast with Sara and Catherine, but her had the subconscious feeling of being watched.
They all made their way to the kitchen.
"Switch on the light," nick said. There was a click.
And the bys froze.
There, on the kitchen table, were Catherine and Sara, kissing heavily. When the light came on, they pulled apart, and smiled.
"Hello guys!", they said, grinning.
Ok, what do you think? I'm not really sure about this chapter - very fluffy, isn't it? And some parts are really just pointless, with lots of cheese… oh well, I'll try and get the last one up soon. Shouldn't take too long, since it's quite short. Just need to type it up… reviews make me type faster. Hint, hint.