Disclaimer: Catherine, Sara, and CSI are not mine, unfortunately.
Rating: PG-13/NC-17
A/N: C/S established relationship. They have been living together for 3 months. Set before Eddie died.
"Cath, please!" Mark practically begged, "I've got no-one else. If I don't find a new lead dancer, I'm done for; they'll sack me! The boss says it's my responsibility and I'll be making up the earnings out of my own pocket if I want to keep my job. You know I can't afford to do that!"
"From the sound of it, it's your fault the last one left! Making fucking you part of her job description, well I'd expect nothing better from you, but telling her boyfriend when you knew he had a violent streak was low, even by your standards. It's kinda difficult to put on a show when you're black and blue from head to toe."
"Think of the money you'd make in tips," he wheedled, ignoring the insults.
"Mark, I said no. I'm out of that life now, and I have no intention of going back."
"Come on, help out an old friend," Mark changed tactics.
"Last time I checked, being an ex-brother-in-law didn't automatically make you an old friend who I have an obligation to help, especially since me and Eddie are not on the best of terms."
They glared at each other for a few seconds. Mark realised he was not going to win. "Well, if you ever change your mind, call me. You could make a lot of money if you went back to it." He shut her front door a little harder than necessary as he left.
Catherine sighed. She knew she was doing the right thing turning him down, but she had to admit a tiny part of her found his offer tempting. There was a thrill to dancing, to being more in control of men's minds, bodies and emotions than they were themselves. But being a CSI was more rewarding and it had a thrill of its own when the last piece of the puzzle slotted into place and the case was solved. Catherine jumped as the door opened and shut again and for an instant she thought it was Mark back to wheedle some more, until she realised he couldn't have got back in without a key.
Sara kissed Catherine hello. "Who was that I saw pulling off the drive?"
"Mark. Eddie's brother."
"What did he want? He looked pissed. Did he come to hassle you?" Catherine felt a warm rush of love at Sara's protectiveness. It made her smile that the younger woman thought she, who kicked ass with the best of them, needed protecting from one pathetic guy. But at the same time it was so sweet, so typical of Sara.
"No, he wanted me to come and dance at Heaven. He works there, and it's his fault the last lead dancer left. The manager's told him it's his responsibility to find a new one, at least as a stop-gap until they can find someone more long-term or until one of the other girls learns enough to be lead."
"You said no, right?"
"Of course!"
Sara pulled Catherine to her feet and nuzzled her neck as she started to unbutton her blouse. "Good, because I don't want anyone else seeing this." she whispered as she kissed a trail downwards and across Catherine's newly exposed breasts.
Catherine smiled and sighed. "I don't want anyone else to see me either. But I need you to do more than see me, right now." She grabbed Sara's hand and pulled her towards their bedroom.
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"But Daddy, why can't I have donuts for breakfast?" Lindsey was on her fortnightly weekend visit to her father, and because of her stubborn streak (so similar to her mother's), they did not always agree on important matters, like what to eat.
"Because donuts are not a good thing to have for breakfast, Lindsey," replied Eddie. "And your Mom would kill me if I let you and she found out."
"But I have them at home sometimes. Well, I've had them once," she added, because Catherine had always taught her to be honest.
"Your mother let you eat donuts for breakfast?"
"No, Sara did. Mommy says she spoils me, but I think she's really nice. She reads me bedtime stories too, when Mommy's too busy." Lindsey said all this with the innocence of a child, but Eddie's face reddened in anger as the penny dropped.
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Sara stretched luxuriously and then snuggled into Catherine's smaller frame. Catherine was just waking up and Sara gave her a slow good-morning kiss, which she returned, heating things up by slipping her tongue into Sara's mouth. Sara smiled at the fact Catherine's sex-drive was awake before she was. She stroked her hand over Catherine's back and down to her ass, pulling her close, then ran her hands back up to caress her breasts. She was rewarded with a moan, which caused heat to pool between her legs. Unfortunately for her, this was followed by another moan of the less sexual variety as Catherine woke up enough to realise the time. "Sara, honey, I'm really sorry," she said, pulling away reluctantly, "but we've got to put this off till later. I've got to go pick up Lynds in half an hour."
"Well, I suppose we'll just have to make up for lost time later," Sara smirked, disappointed but understanding that Catherine's first priority was her daughter.
Forty-five minutes later Catherine was knocking on Eddie's front door. It opened and Lyndsey leapt on her, wrapping her arms round her neck. "Mommy!"
"Hey sweetie!" Catherine hugged her daughter back. tightly, then turned to Eddie. "Everything okay?"
"Everything has been fine with Lyndsey, but you and I need to have a talk."
Catherine noted the dangerous look in his eyes and sent Lyndsey to sit in the car before following Eddie into his living room.
"What do you want Eddie? I'm in a hurry."
"Mark told me he came to see you. That he needs you to dance for a while to get him out of a tough spot."
"I already turned him down, what makes you think you're going to be any more successful?"
"Well, I think you might reconsider, being as I know something Mark didn't."
"Stop talking in circles Eddie. What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I know about your little illicit relationship."
"What?!" Catherine struggled to keep the shock and nervousness off her face.
"You and your girlfriend," Eddie spat the word. "Isn't there a rule at the crime lab about dating co-workers? Something to do with your feelings for each other clouding your judgement when it comes to cases. You aren't exempt from that just because she's a woman, you know. In fact, you must feel something for her, because you can't possibly be getting anything else out of it. I mean, any time you want to be satisfied, come to me and let a real man show you how it's done."
Catherine recovered enough to reply, "You were never a real man, Eddie, and she satisfies me more than you ever did. Besides, who I date has nothing to do with you, so keep your prejudices to yourself."
"Ah, but it does have something to do with me," Eddie said, boiling with rage at Catherine's comment but trying no to show it. "You see, you don't want your friend Grissom to find out about your latest conquest,"
"She's not a conquest!" Catherine cut in.
"Whatever. If you don't want him to find out and transfer one of you, I suggest you go and dance for Mark. It's only for a couple of weekends."
"Are you blackmailing me Eddie?"
"Call it what you like, it's just how things are going to be."
At that moment Catherine was having trouble keeping her anger in check, so before she did anything to get herself hauled in on an assault charge, she walked out.
"Get back to me soon with your decision Catherine, or I might lose patience," Eddie called after her as the door slammed.
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Rating: PG-13/NC-17
A/N: C/S established relationship. They have been living together for 3 months. Set before Eddie died.
"Cath, please!" Mark practically begged, "I've got no-one else. If I don't find a new lead dancer, I'm done for; they'll sack me! The boss says it's my responsibility and I'll be making up the earnings out of my own pocket if I want to keep my job. You know I can't afford to do that!"
"From the sound of it, it's your fault the last one left! Making fucking you part of her job description, well I'd expect nothing better from you, but telling her boyfriend when you knew he had a violent streak was low, even by your standards. It's kinda difficult to put on a show when you're black and blue from head to toe."
"Think of the money you'd make in tips," he wheedled, ignoring the insults.
"Mark, I said no. I'm out of that life now, and I have no intention of going back."
"Come on, help out an old friend," Mark changed tactics.
"Last time I checked, being an ex-brother-in-law didn't automatically make you an old friend who I have an obligation to help, especially since me and Eddie are not on the best of terms."
They glared at each other for a few seconds. Mark realised he was not going to win. "Well, if you ever change your mind, call me. You could make a lot of money if you went back to it." He shut her front door a little harder than necessary as he left.
Catherine sighed. She knew she was doing the right thing turning him down, but she had to admit a tiny part of her found his offer tempting. There was a thrill to dancing, to being more in control of men's minds, bodies and emotions than they were themselves. But being a CSI was more rewarding and it had a thrill of its own when the last piece of the puzzle slotted into place and the case was solved. Catherine jumped as the door opened and shut again and for an instant she thought it was Mark back to wheedle some more, until she realised he couldn't have got back in without a key.
Sara kissed Catherine hello. "Who was that I saw pulling off the drive?"
"Mark. Eddie's brother."
"What did he want? He looked pissed. Did he come to hassle you?" Catherine felt a warm rush of love at Sara's protectiveness. It made her smile that the younger woman thought she, who kicked ass with the best of them, needed protecting from one pathetic guy. But at the same time it was so sweet, so typical of Sara.
"No, he wanted me to come and dance at Heaven. He works there, and it's his fault the last lead dancer left. The manager's told him it's his responsibility to find a new one, at least as a stop-gap until they can find someone more long-term or until one of the other girls learns enough to be lead."
"You said no, right?"
"Of course!"
Sara pulled Catherine to her feet and nuzzled her neck as she started to unbutton her blouse. "Good, because I don't want anyone else seeing this." she whispered as she kissed a trail downwards and across Catherine's newly exposed breasts.
Catherine smiled and sighed. "I don't want anyone else to see me either. But I need you to do more than see me, right now." She grabbed Sara's hand and pulled her towards their bedroom.
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"But Daddy, why can't I have donuts for breakfast?" Lindsey was on her fortnightly weekend visit to her father, and because of her stubborn streak (so similar to her mother's), they did not always agree on important matters, like what to eat.
"Because donuts are not a good thing to have for breakfast, Lindsey," replied Eddie. "And your Mom would kill me if I let you and she found out."
"But I have them at home sometimes. Well, I've had them once," she added, because Catherine had always taught her to be honest.
"Your mother let you eat donuts for breakfast?"
"No, Sara did. Mommy says she spoils me, but I think she's really nice. She reads me bedtime stories too, when Mommy's too busy." Lindsey said all this with the innocence of a child, but Eddie's face reddened in anger as the penny dropped.
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Sara stretched luxuriously and then snuggled into Catherine's smaller frame. Catherine was just waking up and Sara gave her a slow good-morning kiss, which she returned, heating things up by slipping her tongue into Sara's mouth. Sara smiled at the fact Catherine's sex-drive was awake before she was. She stroked her hand over Catherine's back and down to her ass, pulling her close, then ran her hands back up to caress her breasts. She was rewarded with a moan, which caused heat to pool between her legs. Unfortunately for her, this was followed by another moan of the less sexual variety as Catherine woke up enough to realise the time. "Sara, honey, I'm really sorry," she said, pulling away reluctantly, "but we've got to put this off till later. I've got to go pick up Lynds in half an hour."
"Well, I suppose we'll just have to make up for lost time later," Sara smirked, disappointed but understanding that Catherine's first priority was her daughter.
Forty-five minutes later Catherine was knocking on Eddie's front door. It opened and Lyndsey leapt on her, wrapping her arms round her neck. "Mommy!"
"Hey sweetie!" Catherine hugged her daughter back. tightly, then turned to Eddie. "Everything okay?"
"Everything has been fine with Lyndsey, but you and I need to have a talk."
Catherine noted the dangerous look in his eyes and sent Lyndsey to sit in the car before following Eddie into his living room.
"What do you want Eddie? I'm in a hurry."
"Mark told me he came to see you. That he needs you to dance for a while to get him out of a tough spot."
"I already turned him down, what makes you think you're going to be any more successful?"
"Well, I think you might reconsider, being as I know something Mark didn't."
"Stop talking in circles Eddie. What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I know about your little illicit relationship."
"What?!" Catherine struggled to keep the shock and nervousness off her face.
"You and your girlfriend," Eddie spat the word. "Isn't there a rule at the crime lab about dating co-workers? Something to do with your feelings for each other clouding your judgement when it comes to cases. You aren't exempt from that just because she's a woman, you know. In fact, you must feel something for her, because you can't possibly be getting anything else out of it. I mean, any time you want to be satisfied, come to me and let a real man show you how it's done."
Catherine recovered enough to reply, "You were never a real man, Eddie, and she satisfies me more than you ever did. Besides, who I date has nothing to do with you, so keep your prejudices to yourself."
"Ah, but it does have something to do with me," Eddie said, boiling with rage at Catherine's comment but trying no to show it. "You see, you don't want your friend Grissom to find out about your latest conquest,"
"She's not a conquest!" Catherine cut in.
"Whatever. If you don't want him to find out and transfer one of you, I suggest you go and dance for Mark. It's only for a couple of weekends."
"Are you blackmailing me Eddie?"
"Call it what you like, it's just how things are going to be."
At that moment Catherine was having trouble keeping her anger in check, so before she did anything to get herself hauled in on an assault charge, she walked out.
"Get back to me soon with your decision Catherine, or I might lose patience," Eddie called after her as the door slammed.
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