Title: Jet Lag 2
Author: neo-chef
Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Rating: PG for now, will progress later
Spoilers: anything is fair game
Archive: let me know and it can go anywhere
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I wouldn't have the time or the energy to write about them…
A.N. This story was meant to be a one or two part piece but it looks like a created something much larger. I will try and update every few days.
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Catherine pulled up our the front of her sisters place, readying herself for the bundle of energy know as Lindsay. Right on cue the mini-Willows emerged from the front of the house and ran down towards the car.
"Morning baby, did you have fun at you Aunt's house," greeted Cath as her daughter buckled into the back.
"Yeah mum, it was great. I got to watch movies with Jeremy while Aunt Nancy made macaroni and cheese," replied her daughter she waved bye to her Aunt who was standing in the doorway of her home. With a wave from Cath they pulled out heading to Lindsay's school.
After dropping Lindsay at school, Cath made her way back home with the aim of getting a few hours sleep before collecting her daughter in the afternoon before shift. Absentmindedly humming the tune she heard this morning on her way home she thought about her and Sara's relationship since she arrived in Las Vegas.
Cath's original animosity had been bred out of protection for Warrick, who while making a grievous mistake, had punished himself enough in guilt and heartache. When Sara had been brought into investigate the green eyed CSI, Cath didn't look kindly on the outsider on her turf. While Sara had worked hard since then, developing relationships with all the other CSIs on the graveyard shift. She had patched things up with Warrick, had become friendly to most of the lab techs, become the unwilling recipient of a crush from Greg but had never gotten over the rocky start with the older female CSI.
On brief occasions she saw the Sara she expected outside of work, a smile across her face that revealed that cute gap between her front teeth, shoulders set and her back straight, as she drew herself to her full height. But mostly she saw the hunched, defeated look the younger CSI wore like a mask, face always guarded with emotion, something dancing behind her chocolate brown eyes.
Cath pulled up in front of her house, locking her car she wearily trudged into her home. A blinking light caught her eye as she put her keys and handbag on the coffee table in the living room. She reached across and hit the play button the answering machine.
"Hi…Cath, its Sara. I'm sorry I snapped at you this morning. I'd had a rough shift and you caught me at the wrong time," Cath's ears pricked as she heard the familiar voice, "I didn't mean to rush out, I'll see you at work tonight… please forgive me click."
The last few words almost sounded like a child, nearly whisper quiet. Catherine had never heard Sara's voice like that, she sounded lost and unsure of herself, something Cath never attributed to Sara. Nor had Sara ever asked for forgiveness after one of their disputes. She contemplated ringing the younger CSI back but decided against it, she was tired and she was still unsure of how to deal with her younger counterpart.
Climbing the stairs she made a mental note to try and talk more with Sara, maybe outside of work, try and develop the relationship that the two women never had. Slipping under the covers after setting her alarm, Cath was asleep moments after her head hit the pillow.
Gentle fingers floated along her side, seeming dancing across the supple flesh. A pair of lips pressed against her stomach and proceeded to climb her torso, stopping every few inches to resume contact. Fingernails grazed along the underside of her breasts, hands moving to support their weight. The lips had now made it to the valley between her breasts. Stopping momentarily, they then seemed to move in two directions at once, shifting to wrap gently around each nipple. Vibrations seem to emanate from the lips, a tune that seemed familiar to her, the tune from the car ride home. A moan escaped her lips as she looked down into a pair of chocolate brown eyes, recognisable to her, "Saraaaaa…" a half moan, half drawn out breath, escaped from mouth as she awoke with a start.
After waking up knotted up in her own sheets, drenched in sweat, her dream playing over and over vividly in her mind, Cath showered and jumped in the car to collect Lindsay from school. She couldn't shake the vision of those eyes, so deep and soulful, but there was something behind them, something Cath couldn't place. Dismissing it for now as the whirlwind of energy known as Lindsay Willows flew into the back seat.
"Afternoon sweety, how was school today?" enquired Catherine as her daughter buckled into the back seat.
"Great mum, I won an award in class for the maths test from yesterday," started Linds as she continued to chatter away, Catherine nodding and asking questions as they approached home. Pulling up, the younger Willows raced into the house and collapsed in front of the t.v.
"Not until you've done your homework, Lindsay," Catherine called entering the house. This elicited a groan from the girl as she made an exaggerated effort of dragging her school bag up into her room as Catherine started to prepare dinner.
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TO BE CONTINUED…
A.N. I know it's a short chapter, but I have a better idea where this story is going now. Look for the next chapter soon.
