Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, no matter what I've previously stated. :P
Author's Note: Story takes place from Catherine's point of view. Rated for later chapters.
Sara and I are sitting in the evidence room, examining a few pieces of clothing from our latest case. She's going over a blue shirt with her magnifying glass, looking for any sort of trace. I watch from the corner of my eye, observing her as she searches for the evidence we so desperately needed.
"Catherine?" She asked, not looking up from the shirt.
"What?"
"Sitting there watching me isn't going to help us wrap this case up." The words left her lips, her luscious lips that I wanted to kiss so badly, and she looked up at me with a smile. "I'm almost done with this piece and you're not even started on yours."
I pouted to suppress my smile. I wanted to tell her something, but did I dare? Once the truth came out there was no going back. A feeling in my gut told me that I should go ahead and spill the beans. Normally I wouldn't even consider telling Sara the truth about why I wasn't processing the clothing, so I don't know what caused the sudden need to. There must be something in the air.
"It's so hard to concentrate around you," I smile back at her.
She looks confused for a moment, and then goes back to the shirt.
Damn it. I had hoped she'd give me something; a grin, a nod, anything at all except going back to the evidence. With a sigh, I decide to follow her lead and do my job. But I'm not giving up yet.
"Sara!" I call after her as she heads out of the lab. She doesn't hear me, or doesn't care; one of the two, and keeps on walking. With a sigh I run after her, hoping she's still fairly close because running in heels kills my back.
I spot her getting into her Tahoe. Why's she leaving? Shift isn't over yet. I contemplate it as I continue jogging toward her. I stop beside the driver door to catch my breath and for some damn reason, she doesn't see me. She's resting her head on the steering wheel; sleeping, presumably. I knock on the window and she doesn't move.
"Sara?" I say, my voice tinted with concern. Then I think it through. Yeah right, Willows, she's going to hear you through that thick ass window. Reaching for the door handle, I intend to open the door and wake her so we can talk.
My plan didn't exactly work out.
Sara awoke at that moment to see my fist raised, ready to knock on the window. She didn't seem to realize that I was going to knock, and it startled her. She screamed and I could hear it, although she was inside the car. It scared me, so I jumped.
I imagine it was quite a sight. A woman inside the car screaming and a woman outside the car with her eyes wide in horror. We managed to calm down after just a moment of our temporary craziness. Sara flung the door open looking extremely pissed off.
"What the hell, Catherine?" She shouted. Oh yeah, she's angry, all right.
"Sorry! I just wanted to talk to you." I take a step back from her, for some reason. Don't ask me why, because I have no idea. "Can we talk?"
It was still very dark outside, which was to be expected. At three in the morning, it's not exactly going to be bright. Sara nodded slowly, signaling that we could indeed talk. Okay, I think to myself, where to start?
"Sara, I need to tell you something," I begin with dread. If she flips out at what I'm about to say, working together will be extremely uncomfortable. But it has to be said. I've been keeping this a secret for months, and if I live with it any longer, it'll be exposed at the worst time.
"Iwouldlovetotakeyouonadate." That's exactly how my secret confession of my love came out. Jumbled, run together, there is no way in hell she understood that. Maybe that's a good thing. I can still get out of this. Briefly I consider turning around and running away from her. I would've done it, honestly, except she surprised me.
"I… think that'd be fun," Sara smiled at me.
My jaw dropped all the way open, my eyes widened and I think I may have pissed myself. Okay, lying about that last part, but I had to get my point across, right? Right. I discovered that I no longer had the ability to speak. The woman I had been avoiding for weeks just agreed to go to on a date with me and I can't say a word.
I thought when she agreed to the date was shocking. That was just the beginning of it.