Just a Little Romance
2. Lindsay
Warrick and Catherine stumbled through her house alternating between laughing and kissing.
When the office door opened, they hoped that it wasn't Grissom because he had the other set of keys and him seeing the two of them together would not sit well with him. Catherine had been sitting on Warrick's lap and they were in the middle of cuddling after just having hot, steamy intercourse on her desk. No, Grissom would not go for that at all.
When a custodian came busting through with a large cart for cleaning supplies, Warrick began to laugh a bit and Catherine breathed a sigh of relief. The custodian furrowed his eyebrows at them and grinned.
"I won't tell," he said.
It was then that they smiled decided to go to her place, feeling giddy and aroused again.
So now, she was pressed up against her door caught in a sensual kiss with the man that she had desired for years now. Warrick fondled her breasts underneath her shirt and pulled her closer to him. In the rational part of her mind, she was thinking that she had to go see Lindsay off to school in a few hours. She and Warrick had plenty of time.
She granted him access to her neck as she felt herself being lifted up. She groaned when he nipped at her neck and shoulder. Their lips found each other again and they kissed deeply.
"Bed now," she whispered to him.
"Where's your bedroom?" He asked as he unbuttoned her shirt quickly and dropped it where they stood.
"At the end of that hallway," she said against his lips.
He picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. Once there, he gently rested her onto the bed and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly and kissed him deeper. She could feel his arousal pressing against her thigh and it was making her shudder with anticipation all over again. She felt his hands reaching under her to unclasp her bra and she obliged him by arching her back a little. He pulled away a bit to get rid of her bra and toss it somewhere in the room.
Warrick kissed down to her breasts and lavished them as he did just a few hours before, making her moan.
Catherine pulled him back up to her and kissed him, all the while he was taking off his shirt. Catherine assisted him, and she pulled away and pushed his shirt over his head and, like he did with her bra, she tossed it rather violently across the room.
"You are so amazing," she whispered as she ran her hands over his smooth, sinewy muscles. "And irresistible."
Warrick grinned and twisted a lock of her hair in his fingers lightly.
"Likewise to you girl," he whispered as he kissed her again.
They broke away only for a moment to remove their jeans and under wear and tossing them onto the floor with their other articles of clothing.
Catherine rolled on top of Warrick and kissed him passionately.
He put his hands on her hips and guided her down on him. She moaned into his mouth as she was being completely filled by him. She closed her eyes to the sensation and kissed him even more deeper and affectionately than before.
His hands tangled in her hair as he sat up and gently pushed her to the other end of the bed so that he was on top. They kissed sweetly once more before breaking away and Warrick began to move inside of her. In response to his slow movements, Catherine wrapped her legs tighter around his waist.
"Yes," she moaned. "Just like that. You feel so good."
It wasn't long before the pace quickened and the only sounds that could be heard were Catherine's moans and screams of passion and their hips slamming together in unison.
"Oh Warrick!" She screamed. "Yes! Don't stop!"
"God Catherine," Warrick grunted into her neck as he rammed into her repeatedly with increasing force. "Catherine."
The way he said her name always sent shivers up her spine, whether he called her name at work or otherwise. But hearing him chant her name like a mantra over and over again in heated passion sent waves of arousal and passion through her body.
"I'm so close," she whimpered into his neck as she braced herself for more wild thrusts from Warrick.
He gripped her hips harder and he pulled her against him, meeting her hips thrust for thrust so hard, that she began to feel burning between her legs and a place within her being reached that had never been reached before and it drove her crazy with pleasure.
"Right there, right there!" She cried out. "Yes! Don't stop!"
"Catherine…" he whispered. "You're so wet and tight…Catherine."
"Warrick…" She panted. "Please…I'm so-"
She interrupted herself with her own loud scream as she began to spasm and shudder under him.
He plunged into her one final time so hard she felt herself almost off the edge of the bed and to where he swore he hurt her because she gasped and arched away from him as he released himself inside of her.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked through the haze of pleasure.
She caressed his cheek, damp with a bit of perspiration and kissed him softly.
"No," she whispered with a shuddering voice. "You were wonderful. You found my G-spot. Thank you."
He pressed his forehead against hers and grinned. Catherine smiled, her insides feeling warm and velvety from both his seed and him still inside of her.
Without separating, he collapsed to the side of her, and his hand was on her bottom, pulling her closer to him.
Now facing each other, they looked into each other's eyes and marveled at the new level of their relationship. Catherine leaned in and gave him a soft, lingering kiss before speaking.
"You've been so good to me," she whispered. "Not just in the last seven or so hours, but over the years."
"Cath, this won't be some kind of 'friends with benefits' thing," he said, caressing her lower back. "This is the real thing here. I'm willing to make it work if you are."
She smiled and closed her eyes.
"I am," she said.
They kissed each other passionately, their kiss full of promise.
After a few more minutes of staring at each other with helpless puppy dog eyes, they separated and Catherine got up and headed to her bathroom. Warrick couldn't help but stare at her backside as she walked around her spacious bathroom grabbing this or that before turning on the water for a shower.
She turned and sauntered back onto the bed and kissed him.
"Do you feel like a shower?" She asked against his lips.
"Hell yeah," he said in between kisses.
They took a warm, refreshing shower together, taking the time to memorize each other's body.
When they were finished, they dried off and Catherine handed Warrick a pair of Eddie's old boxers and some sweat pants and she put on a night shirt. She had three hours to catch some sleep before she had to go see Lindsay.
Catherine was faint and rather wobbly on her feet again, this time from lucidity and being flushed.
She collapsed onto the bed and immediately she felt herself dozing. Warrick climbed in next to her and kissed her forehead.
She told him what time to set the alarm for and he reached over her and set it before sliding an arm around her waist and drawing her gently nearer to him.
He sighed into her hair as they got comfortable and it wasn't long before they both fell into a deep sleep.
OOO
Catherine and Warrick left her house at the same time, knowing that Lindsay wasn't prepared to hear about their new relationship. She would get even more upset at her mother and even more rebellious if she saw Warrick in her house.
"It's best for now," Catherine said. "For damage control."
"I know," he said. He kissed her before opening the door for her. "This whole thing is gonna take some time. I'm willing to wait 'cause it's you."
She smiled and kissed him before heading out.
Now she was driving to her sister's reeling from her previous romps with Warrick and getting nervous about seeing her daughter.
After breaking up with Chris, Catherine made an attempt to spend time with her daughter, but Lindsay would have none of it; she shunned her at school when Catherine picked her up, she would talk back, whine, and spend all of her time with other friends. Catherine was losing her daughter to the world by the hour, and she didn't know how to mend that relationship.
Now she had started something new with Warrick, her best friend. Now they had entered the physical part of their relationship, and that took time and energy. A lot of energy. She knew that this kind of thing happens all the time with friends becoming lovers. They focus all of their energy and free time with that person, no real commitment in mind, and then, it all fizzles out.
She was afraid of exactly that. Her fire was burning brightly for Warrick, and she hoped that it wouldn't fade away. She didn't know if she would be able to look at him the same way ever again if what they had started went sour.
Her body craved his now, and he fit perfectly with her and in her. She wanted much more of that. More of him. More about him. She knew him but she didn't know him like she felt she was supposed to.
She sighed as she pulled into the driveway of her sister's.
She stepped out of the car and walked up to the screen door and peeked inside. She saw Lindsay in the kitchen putting her dishes in the sink.
When the little girl spotted her mother, she scowled and turned away.
"Auntie, mom's here," she yelled as she gathered her things.
Catherine's heart fell to the ground. Where had she gone wrong with raising her child?
She knew Lindsay's frustrations stemmed from the death of her father. Even Catherine was still trying to grapple with the fact that Eddie was gone out of her life for good. In many ways, she still loved him which made her feel guilty because she loved Warrick too.
Catherine cocked her head to one side and furrowed her eyebrows.
I love Warrick? She asked herself. It's too soon…I can't love him. No, this is all just physical. I can learn to love him.
She shook her head of the thoughts and entered her sister's home.
"Hey Sherri," Catherine greeted her sister.
"Hey sis," Sherri said a little flustered.
"What's the problem?" Catherine asked.
Sherri looked around for a second and sighed.
"Catherine, I think it's time that you look for someone else to watch Lindsay," she started. "I know how much you don't like nannies anymore, but Lindsay has just become unbearable. Her attitude has been rotten lately and she's starting to hurt her cousin."
Catherine sighed and rubbed her temples.
"Sherri," she sighed. "I just don't know what to do with Lindsay anymore. I feel like I've failed her in some way. I feel like there's something I'm not giving her."
Sherri hugged her sister.
"Cath, I'm sorry," she said. "I really am. About Lindsay, about Eddie, about Chris even…but you and Lindsay need to sort things out. You have to talk to her."
Catherine nodded solemnly.
Lindsay was standing at the door ready to go.
Catherine led her out to her vehicle.
The drive to Lindsay's school was quiet, but when Catherine pulled in a few minutes early, she decided to at least try and break the ice.
"Okay chick," Catherine started. "We need to talk."
"There's nothing to talk about," she said indignantly. "Besides, it's not like you stay around long enough anyway."
Catherine felt her own daughter's verbal stabs.
"Linds, I know that you're having a hard time, but I need you to talk to me," Catherine said nearly in tears. "What's bothering you deep down inside? Is it daddy?"
Lindsay looked away.
"I miss him," she said in a small voice.
"I miss him too baby," Catherine said. "But, we have to find a way to cope without him sweetie. I know that you're mad at me and probably at daddy too, but we can work this out. I promise."
Lindsay sighed.
"Whatever mom," she said indifferently, suddenly apathetic.
Catherine leaned her head against the steering wheel and sighed in frustration.
OOO
If Catherine had known how hellish the next shift would be, she would stayed home and cradle her daughter as if the world was ending.
She had always dreaded that kind of urgent phone call about Lindsay; Lindsay was her life, and if anything ever happened to her baby girl, she would have nothing left to live for anymore.
So when she got a call from the police station about Lindsay during a missing person's case, she was terrified.
But even before the call she had a strange pang in her womb; the kind of pang that reverberated throughout her empty womb that told her that something just wasn't right.
She could feel Warrick's eyes looking at her with concern as she asked "What about Lindsay?".
Catherine hitched a ride with Nick to the lab, and she swore that Nick drove faster than what the limit was because both of them got back to the lab in record time, and she hopped out, anxious about her daughter.
When she found out that Lindsay was hitchhiking out to Freemont street, her anger boiled.
"Who or what was on Freemont street that you had to hitchhike to get to?" Catherine asked, trying to keep her anger under control.
Lindsay only rolled her eyes defiantly.
"Mouthing off to teachers, slipping grades, and now hitchhiking?" Catherine continued. "What is next Lindsay?"
"Stripping," the little girl said under her breath.
"What did you just say?" Catherine asked, now completely angry at her child. She felt like grabbing Lindsay and whipping her butt. But she was in the department, and she knew Lindsay had deeper issues than behavioral, so she restrained herself. Again.
"Okay, no phone, no TV, no friends," Catherine listed.
"For how long?" Lindsay asked.
"A month," Catherine growled.
This is way too much conversation, she though. Why can't I just be a good mother?
"Whatever," the girl said.
"Hey, you wanna make it two?" Catherine asked.
"Dad always said you were a drama queen," Lindsay chided.
"That's because he was high all the time," Catherine said, so angry that her voice began to quiver.
"I'd take dad high over you any day!" Lindsay shouted.
Catherine winced at her daughter's words.
Catherine couldn't bring herself to look at her daughter because she knew that she'd see Eddie's face in her. She only faintly heard something about Lindsay's grandmother picking her up before Lindsay left the room.
Catherine wanted to cry and scream and throw as many objects that were within reach to vent, but it wasn't the right time or place. She had to keep herself together.
The ache in her womb grew more intense as she thought about her troubled daughter.
OOO
Catherine saw Grissom sitting outside the morgue looking flustered and tired as ever.
Neither of them had slept, and Catherine had shied away from Warrick's touch when they stepped out on a break.
Catherine explained her situation with Lindsay.
"She's just so angry," she said.
Grissom explained that sometimes, kids needed to be scared in order to be prepared for life. It was so right, but Catherine didn't know if she wanted to do that.