Poison Revelations
Author: Uriel Falcon
Rating: M
Contains: Eventual CS, don't read if you don't like it. I don't need people describing how they hated it because of the couple. Thank you to all the reviewers, you're support is great! And a special thanks to MBInc, for being my Beta reader.
VIOLENCE
NUDITY
SWEARING
COARSE LANGUAGE
Catherine shook the idea out of her head, keeping in mind that Sara was most likely straight. She was probably just getting comfortable around Catherine, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. As much as she knew that it was stupid, she couldn't help feeling a warm bubble in her stomach when she thought of the mysterious Sidle, who was currently sipping on her coffee with a funny look in her eyes. Catherine took a swig of her own coffee, looking around her home.
She liked what she saw. Although it had taken a lifetime of difficulties, she was finally where she wanted to be financially. Above her large television hung a painting of horses and knights in shining armor. She vaguely remembered buying it, considering it was Eddie who had found and interest in it. Now that she looked at it...
It seemed very familiar. It was a rescue scene in the midst of some sort of battle. There were evil knights dressed in dark greens molded to blackness, with trollish faces and slobbering jowls. The heroic knights were in armor carved of beautiful crimson red and gold. What caught Catherine's eye, however, was the main knight.
The knight was dressed in beautiful silver, with rust along the edges of the plate armor. He was on a beautiful black horse. Below the knight was a blond woman, reaching up to grasp the knight's extended hand. The knight was lanky, thin and bleeding. Catherine spotted strands of dark brown hair sticking out from under the knight's helmet. A sudden revelation struck her.
Tall, lanky, dark hair... Leaning down to rescue a blond woman... With blue eyes... Holy shit, I'm seeing us everywhere... Maybe it's some sort of strange omen... Catherine pondered, a tiny smile on her face. Everywhere she looked, she saw Sara. Speaking of Sara... She was walking around the living room, observing some of the key features of the home. Currently, she was staring intently at the china plates in the corner. Catherine spotted a pained look in Sara's eyes.
"Everything okay?" Catherine asked, standing up and walking over, stopping beside Sara. She couldn't help it, and made no attempt to stop herself as she reached up and let her hand drop onto Sara's shoulder. It was rigid and strong. Sara let a sad smile grace her features.
"Yeah. I just remembered a little something from a long time ago... Kinda bummed me out, don't worry about it. You're home is very beautiful, Cath." A shiver shot up Catherine's spine as she heard her name roll off of Sara's tongue. How she longed to hear her name moaned as she-
CATHERINE, STOP NOW! NO MORE BAD THOUGHTS!
Catherine mentally slapped herself, and smiled at Sara.
"Thank you very much, Sara. It's hard to keep it up, or add things to it because of the schedule, but I manage. So, what should we have for breakfast?" Catherine changed the topic, walking back to the kitchen. Sara followed her, sitting down at the heavy oak table. Catherine placed her coffee on the table, and turned to her kitchen cupboards and opened them, and having a gander.
"Whatever you'd like is fine, thank you." Sara answered, taking another sip of her coffee. What Catherine didn't realize, was that Sara was taking her sweet time staring at the busy blonde's finely shaped bottom. Catherine suddenly perked up when she saw that she had, in fact, managed to buy waffle mix sometime in between her busy agenda.
"Waffles it is!" Catherine exclaimed, pulling out the waffle mix box, turning around. Sara had moved her gaze to the stained glass window above the chrome kitchen sink. It was made of beautiful golden panes, with greens mixed in. Sara's face broke into a small smile as she remembered her painting at home. It reminded her a lot of the window. Sara was so busy staring at the designs in the windows that she didn't even notice Catherine finishing up the waffles.
"You okay, sweetie? You're a little distant." Catherine sat down, passing Sara her plate. Sara shook herself out of her thoughts, though she kept the friendly smile on her face.
"Yeah, I was just thinking how your window reminds me of a painting I have in my apartment. And how good these waffles smell..." Sara trailed off, already lathering the waffles in syrup. Catherine observed Sara's carefree attitude. She seemed to glow with a comfortable radiance, happily stuffing her face with thick waffle goodness. Catherine began eating, and was reminded that she was in fact a good waffle maker.
When she looked up from her own plate, she couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles. Sara had her mouth stuffed, a tiny piece of fluffy waffle sticking out the side of her mouth along with syrup dripping down her chin. Sara looked up, slightly confused.
"What?" She mumbled, her mouth still filled with remnants of waffles. This only caused Catherine to laugh harder, holding her ribs. Sara swallowed her mouthful, still generally confused. Catherine soon calmed her laughter, and grinned wide at Sara.
"Sorry, you just looked so adorable..." Catherine lost herself in Sara's eyes, reaching over and wiping Sara's chin with her napkin. She watched as Sara's deep, dark eyes followed every movement that she made. Oh shit... What the hell am I doing? Catherine scolded herself angrily, pulling back slowly. She was awaiting the repercussions, for some sort of pain or anger.
"Thanks... I tend to become a messy eater if the food is good. You're excellent at making waffles, Cath. We'll have to do this again sometime." Was Sara's simple reply, grabbing both of their plates and heading towards the sink. Catherine blinked, not being able to believe that Sara either, one, didn't catch on to her bold flirting, or two, was playing along with it. She watched intently as Sara rinsed off their plates and stuck everything into the wonder that was the dishwasher.
Afterwards, she leaned closer to the stained glass window, taking an interest in the fine grain of the window. She turned back to Catherine, who was staring at something on the floor. Sara walked over to Catherine, and leaned down, rubbing the side of her mouth.
"You had a little syrup stain. May I ask when Lindsey is coming home?" Sara sat down beside Catherine, a grin on her face. Catherine blinked, and then looked at the sun dial clock above the kitchen entranceway.
"Well, let's see... We have to be at work in around 3 hours, and Lindsey gets off of school at 3:30, so... In roughly 2 hours. I thought it was 6 before, but I suppose I'm really off today." Catherine reasoned, confused at the fact that she was so distraught today. Sara nodded.
"Yeah, that sounds about right. Since we have so much time, I might as well fix your car now. For once, I remembered to bring the right part." Sara offered, standing up and grabbing the part she had left in the plastic bag by the door. Catherine showed Sara the way to the door that led into the garage, following a path she took every morning before work. Sara grabbed the light and the skateboard, once again rolling underneath. Catherine leaned against a work bench that hadn't been used in years, listening to the loud clunks and thuds of Sara's work. She listened more intently as she heard what seemed like a struggle.
"Oh come on you little bitch!" She heard Sara exclaim, followed by a loud thud. Catherine listened, and almost laughed as she heard the familiar growl that Sara used when she was angry.
"Everything alright?" Catherine called out, slightly concerned. She heard a muffled answer.
"I'm okay, you're car just doesn't like me. Stiff little bitch, she is." Catherine laughed.
"That's my car, alright." Catherine waited a few moments, listening to a few more clangs, followed by the sound of sliding metal. Sara rolled out from underneath the car, sitting up and grabbing some sort of fluid in a bottle. She rolled back under, and Catherine could hear the sound of something being sprayed.
"Hey Cath, can you pass me an oil rag?" Sara called, sticking her hand out from under the car. Catherine picked up the rag from earlier with her pinky once again, handing it to Sara in a dainty manner. Sara's hand disappeared, and within a few minutes, she was standing beside the car.
"Well, it should be all set to go now." Sara stated, wiping her hands clean of the oil and grease. Catherine waited till she discarded of the rag, and then flung her arms around Sara's neck in a tight hug.
"Thank you so much for all the help, I really appreciate it." Sara's ears began turning red, but she returned the hug anyway.
"No problem, it was nothing, really. It should run pretty smooth, but don't be afraid to call if she acts up again." Sara stated, both women pulling away from the hug that lasted a bit too long. Catherine led Sara back into the living room, where they both sat down. Sara stretched her long arms, wiggling her fingers. That's when Catherine noticed it. An old ring tan line, on her ring finger.
"Sara, were you engaged at one point?" Catherine asked slowly. She immediately knew the answer. Sara's face went pale, her eyes a little darker than normal.
"Yeah, but it wasn't meant to be. It was one of those uncharacteristic, stupid blitzkrieg type relationships. We both thought we could handle it, but in the end it just wasn't going to work out. I ended up hurting Ally really badly, and there's not a day I don't regret the pain I put her through. Honestly, if I was her, I wouldn't forgive me, either." Sara confessed, her eyes looking down at where the ring had once been. In her memory, it was still clear and shiny, not burned in the blaze that was used to try and erase the past. Catherine, however, was in shock. First off, she found out that the woman she was pinning after had actually been close to being married. Second, she learned that Sara had done something bad, but who knows what that could have been. And thirdly, she assumed that Sara had been engaged to a man, but she was wrong. Who was Ally, and what exactly did she mean to Sara? Was her first, immediate question, but she held it.
"Oh, I see. There are a lot of ways to look at it. Time passes, Sara. Pain does heal." She tried her best at consoling the dark brunette. Sara looked up, and flashed a tiny grin.
"Time definitely does pass... Speaking of time, I think Lindsey is going to be home soon. I should probably get going..." Sara made to stand, when Catherine grabbed her hand.
"No, it's okay, you can stay a little longer. I'm sure Lindsey would love to see you again." Catherine tried. Sara thought for a moment, then sat back down.
"I guess so..." Sara reasoned, but didn't let go of Catherine's hand. And there was no way that Catherine was going to complain. Though, in an instant it was over, when Catherine sprang up as the door opened, revealing the thunderstorm that was Lindsey. Sara blinked, seeing Catherine go to greet her daughter.
"Hey Lindsey, how was school?" She asked, meeting her halfway through the kitchen. Lindsey grumbled.
"I hate my teacher. Apparently I got a question wrong, but he won't explain what I did wrong. I don't even think it's wrong, I think he just doesn't like me." The teen grumbled, slumping down at the kitchen table, still not noticing Sara. Sara walked into the kitchen, leaning on the doorway.
"What was the question on?" She asked, making her presence known. Lindsey perked up immediately, a grin stretching across her face.
"Oh hey Sara! I didn't know you were here. It was a math question, on algebra. According to Mr. Snot-nose-licker, the answer was 1. I said it was -1." Lindsey reasoned, popping open her thick blue math text book. Sara looked at the question, her eyes scanning over each step Lindsey took. She blinked a few times.
"Honey, what have I said about making fun of Mr.Snottosliker?" Catherine chastised, her hands on her hips. Lindsey was about to retaliate when Sara piped up.
"Catherine, Lindsey's right, it's -1." Sara stated, passing the work back to Lindsey. The teen beamed from the praise, her eyes lighting up.
"See Mom? I told you Mr.Snottosliker didn't like me!" Catherine was taken aback. Why would the teacher not like Lindsey? Oh yeah. She was stubborn, obnoxious, brave, smart, and had the Willows charm. Yup, there was a good reason.
"Well, we'll just have to talk to him about that." Catherine replied, a seriously deep undertone in her voice. Sara smiled, being thankful that she had a use.
"Well, we best be going if we're hoping to be on time. Nice seeing you again, Lindsey." Sara laced up her boots at the door, being as she had on the thick army ones today. Catherine joined her soon thereafter.
"Lindsey, be good for grandma. I think she's still sleeping, but if there's a fire, please poke her or something. Love you." Catherine hugged and kissed her daughter, before stepping out the door. Lindsey grinned.
"Okay, bye Mom. Love you too! Bye Sara, stop by again sometime!" With that, Lindsey shut the door, and the CSI women headed off to another day at work.
Things were about to get hectic.