Three:

Catherine drew herself into a ball, aware of the chilly air as she began to wake up. She glanced at her watch, trying to focus on the glowing numbers as she pushed the day glow button. It was too early to get up, she realized with a groan. Hearing rustling in the main part of their suite, she figured she wasn't the only one who had been rudely awakened by the cold.

She stepped out of bed onto the wooden floors, cursing softly as her toes were met with the cold surface, wishing she had worn socks. She tugged on her nightshirt, trying to pull it down far enough to be modest in front of her roommate, and after a few failed attempts, she grabbed the pair of pajama pants that matched the top and slid them on, stretching and yawning as she opened her door.

"Power's out." Sara said as she heard Catherine's footsteps enter the room, "Snowstorm must have knocked down the power lines."

"Did you call the front desk?" Catherine asked as she rubbed her hands together, "We're going to freeze to death if they don't get the electricity turned back on."

Sara sat on the sofa, covering herself with the comforter she had brought from her room, "No answer. I'm going to give it a little while before I go down there. Why don't you try to get some more sleep? It's going to be a long day tomorrow, and there's nothing you can do about the electricity."

Catherine shook her head, sitting next to Sara and graciously accepting the part of Sara's blanket that the brunette offered her, "Nah, I can't sleep when it's this cold. Why don't you try to get some more shut eye?"

"I've slept enough...4 hours is more than I usually get on any given night." Sara replied, "I looked around for some candles or flashlights, but I couldn't even find a matchbook. The snow's coming down pretty hard, they won't be able to even think about fixing the power until it stops."

Catherine shivered slightly, and even in the shadows, she could tell Sara was doing the same, "Are you in your pajamas or in your sweater?" she asked, the mother in her kicking in, "I'm going to go change into something warmer and I'll get the blankets off my bed. If we don't have a heater, at least we can have twice as many covers."

Sara nodded, stifling a yawn as she walked into her bedroom. Rubbing her own eyes tiredly, she pulled on the sweater she had been wearing in the bar. She wrinkled her nose at the alcohol and smoke smell, then pulled it back off, opting for just a long sleeved t-shirt and jeans. She managed to find a pair of socks in the pitch black room and as she was going towards the door, she pulled the sheets off of her bed, following Catherine's line of thinking about extra blankets.

"The snow's really coming down." Catherine said from the window, "It's already getting colder in here."

Sara sighed, sitting on the sofa and covering up as a chill ran down her spine, "It's probably in the single digits outside, maybe the teens, and even with the residual heat from the heater, it can't be more than 40 degrees in here right now. We'll be okay for awhile, if they can get the power back on."

Catherine moved to the sofa, sitting next to Sara and burying herself under the covers as well, "Grissom's dead for sending us here."

"At least it's not you and Greg, he'd be using this opportunity to feel you up." Sara teased, "He'd probably feed you some line about how you can rub up together naked to conserve body heat."

Catherine laughed, "I'd have to strangle him. In this situation, I'm glad I'm here with you. If I had to be bundled underneath a blanket with one of the guys, this room would have testosterone bouncing off the walls."

"Could you imagine if it were Grissom?" Sara laughed.

Catherine shook her head, "Don't want to picture it, although I'm sure he'd have some sort of advice on keeping warm."

"Sure, like how his pet poisonous spider emits heat, so you should let it crawl on your arm." Sara laughed, "He wouldn't come anywhere near these covers with a girl underneath it."

Catherine shuddered as she pictured herself letting some sort of hairy tarantula crawling on her arm. "That's disgusting." She tiredly ran her fingers through her hair, "I'm going to get a scotch out of the mini-fridge...I'm starting to feel hungover from last night, and my cure of choice in this situation is to take a bite out of the dog that bit me."

"I'll have one too...we could at least loosen up while we're here in the cold, maybe the alcohol will make us forget about the cold air." Sara agreed, "Although drinking more to rid a hangover is a total myth. Aspirin and a lot of water is the way to go."

"That way is no fun, though." Catherine said with a smirk as she brought back two small bottles, "Besides, this is all we have in the entire suite to eat."

"And I doubt room service is working right now." Sara replied dryly, "What else do you want to do to pass the time?"

"We could learn a little more about each other...although I learned an earful last night." Catherine replied, her grin evident in her voice, "But there's still a lot that I know about the guys that I don't know about you."

Sara rubbed her hands together, trying to keep warm, "Like what?" she asked with a slight shiver, "There's not much to know."

"Sure there is. What do you do when you aren't working? What do you do to unwind? What kind of music do you like? What TV shows do you watch?" Catherine prodded, "What's your favorite food?"

Sara shrugged, blushing slightly, "I'm never not working. I rarely take my days off, and when I do, I usually spend time with my niece. We like doing outdoor things...hiking, swimming, rock climbing, camping. My brother is a writer and would probably die if the sunlight hit him. We are on totally opposite ends of the spectrum, I have always been a tomboy, and he's always liked to be inside somewhere quiet. He's low key. I like all kinds of music, and I watch Court TV. Favorite food? Fried rice and vegetables. What about you?"

"Lindsey." Catherine offered as an answer, "She and work are my life. I couldn't ask for anything better than that. She's worth the hell I went through with Eddie."

"She's a great kid." Sara responded, moving closer to Catherine, "It's freezing in here."

"I know, this is unreal." Catherine replied, rubbing her hands over Sara's, "You're like an ice cube."

Sara shivered, "I'm a pretty cold natured person, this is harsh for me."

"See, there's something I didn't know about you."

Before Sara could control herself, she let her hand brush against Catherine's face, whispering, "There's something else you don't know."

"What's that?" Catherine replied softly, not wanting to embarrass Sara if what she was thinking Sara's response would be was wrong. She could feel the attraction between the two of them, and she was pretty sure that Sara could too, but she couldn't say it if she weren't completely sure in fear of ruining any chances of their chemistry being explored.

Sara moved in towards Catherine, letting her lips linger on the blonde's for a moment before deepening the kiss, "This." She let her lips trail down Catherine's throat, all too aware of the blonde's hands creeping up her sides, "And this."

Catherine moaned, and Sara let their lips meet again, whispering softly, "Is this okay?"

"This is perfect." Catherine purred, her and starting to rise underneath Sara's shirt, "Absolutely perfect."