The Things I Do II
Catherine's Secret
(her thoughts in italic)
"Oh, you went too far, Sara. You went so fucking way too far!"
"Hell, Catherine. I did not. It was in my rights!"
"In your rights? Going behind my back is what you call your freaking rights? Damn you!"
"Rant and rave all you want, Catherine. I did nothing wrong."
"Sure, twist your little finger on Gil. He'll agree to anything you want."
"Damn you, Catherine."
"Ah, see? The incentives you get sleeping with the boss."
"This has nothing to do with Grissom, you know it."
"Really, Sara? You're getting you're way more now than ever. You must be an animal between the sheets."
"Shut up, Catherine. You're way off line now."
"Like you were'nt? Hell, you had no right to take over that case. It was mine."
"You're hand we're full, Grissom asked me to."
"Sure, Grissom asked me to. Funny how you can lie in front of my face."
"Ha! Not the first time."
"What else have you lied about? I guess now everything that comes out of your mouth is a lie."
"You'd be suprised what I lie about, Catherine."
"Hell, Sidle. You're good. What's next? Suggesting your promotion to Gil? You're his protege, he'll do it."
"Oh, you're so way off, Catherine. Way out of line..."
"Yeah, fuck his brains out, soon you'll head the department."
"Fuck you, Catherine. Fuck you."
"Get the hell out of my way, Sara. I don't have time for your crap!"
In anger, Catherine pushes Sara to the side and storms out the break room.
"Stay away from me, Sara!"
In the middle of the night she runs to the parking lot and locks herself in her car and sits.
'She went too far stealing my case...' Thoughts of the earlier event clouded her mind.
'She should'nt have done that.' Her breathing becomes deeper.
'She should have never done that to me...' She loosens her grip from the steering wheel.
'She should never mess with me...' She sees her reflection on the mirror.
'The smug look on her face...' A picture of Sara rolls into her mind.
'The confident look on her face...' She slowly closes her eyes and slips her hand inside her pants.
'I hate her...' She feels herself getting wet with every stroke.
'I hate her so...' She rubs herself faster.
'I hate everything about her...' She slips two fingers deep inside her.
'I hate all that she stands for...' Her breathing matches the rhythmic movement of her fingers.
'I hate all that she is...' She could feel herself almost there.
'Sara...' With a final thrust she came.
'Sara...' She rests her head on the steering wheel.
'Why is it still you?' And quietly she cries for someone she could not have.
I don't know what I was thinking... I sure would like to know what you thought.