Title: Realisations Of A Hangover 5?
Author: neo-chef
Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Rating: PG for now later on who knows…
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. Once again, thank you to all for the kind feedback and interest in my story. I sincerely apologise for the delay in this chapter. My muse has been decidedly quiet of late and writing has been tough. Anyway here goes…
Chapter 5
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Sara swallowed, trying to calm her now erratic heartbeat. A tentative "hey Cath," announced her arrival in the kitchen.
Looking over the rim of her mug, Cath looked at her younger colleague. Sara was now trying to look anywhere but at Catherine. Her chocolate brown eyes roved all around the kitchen trying to find something to interest her. A small smirk cross Cath's lips as she grabbed Sara's mug off the bench behind her. Gliding across the kitchen she placed the warm mug in Sara's hands.
Leaning in she whispered, "Is the coffee enough or would you still like a back rub?"
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Greg stopped a few steps short of their booth when he realised what he was looking at. Since Sara's reaction to his observations earlier in the night regarding her feelings for their strawberry-blonde co-worker, he knew what it must have taken Sara to do this in such a public place, so was reluctant to say anything. But he knew if Nick or Warrick came back towards the table it would be a different story. Moving closer to the embracing ladies, he noisily cleared his throat, smiling as they jumped apart.
Sara was in momentary panic. She had just kissed Catherine Willows. She had just kissed Catherine Willows in a public place. She had just kissed Catherine Willows in a public place where her co-workers were present. Spinning around, she relaxed slightly when she saw Greg. She wasn't sure if she could turn around again and face Catherine. She had just kissed her female colleague out of the blue, it was bordering on sexual assault.
Trying to distract the conversation from what had just transpired, Sara tried, in vain, to change the subject. "How did you go with the little blonde you were dancing with before Greg?"
"I'm more interested in how you're going with the little blonde behind you." Greg shot back, looking around Sara's shoulder at Catherine who looked as if she was still recovering from the kiss.
Catherine recovered faster than Sara replying, "We're fine Greg. Sara was just helping me out with something."
Hearing Catherine's response, Sara's heart fell. 'Helping her out, is that all it was?' Looking over her shoulder she expected to she anger from the strawberry-blonde. As she locked eyes, lust and desire and maybe something else she couldn't place, were the only things present. Momentarily speechless at the emotions flowing from Catherine's eyes, Sara barely registered as Catherine reached forward entwining their fingers out of Greg's view.
"I'm more than available to help either of you ladies out with anything you need," replied Greg with a smirk on his face.
"Thanks Greg but I think we're ok. I'm feeling a bit off anyway. I think I might head home now," answered Cath as she stepped up level with Sara's shoulder keeping their joined hands from sight.
Seeing this as the opportunity it was, Sara quickly spoke up. "You need someone to drive you home Cath?"
"Yeah thanks Sara, I'd like that."
Greg watched the interplay between the two female CSI's. This was nowhere near what their usual bickering relationship was like. Observing with a jaundiced eye, he noted the gaze held a little too long, the close body proximity that he knew Sara wasn't usually comfortable with. Before he knew it they were heading out the door.
"Bye Greg. Say good night to the boys for us."
"Yeah see ya Grego, have a good one."
The female CSI's quickly picked up their belongings and exited the club, glad to have partially dodged a bullet from Greg, who no doubt, would harass them no end the next night at work.
Glad to be out of the smoky confines of the club Sara took in a deep breath of the cool night air. Realising who she had left the club with, she suddenly became very nervous. Not knowing what to do now she anxiously looked around for something to jump start the conversation. Not finding anything, Sara began to panic inside her head. 'Oh no, what have I done. I've kissed Catherine and now I've left the club with her. What do I do know?'
Catherine stood watching the rapid change of facial expressions passing over her younger colleagues face and figured that if she didn't do something soon, Sara was likely to have a panic attack.
"Come on Sara, you can take me home. It is why we left the club." Catherine smiled as she interlaced their fingers once again, enjoying the strong grip provided by the brunette. A gentle tug got the young woman moving towards the truck and the panic seemed to vanish from Sara's face.
Nearing the car, Sara pulled the keys from her pocket, hitting the button for the central locking. As Sara opened the passenger side door for Cath, the blonde ran her hand around Sara's neck, pulling her down for a gentle kiss. A quiet moan escaped from Sara as Catherine whispered against her lips.
"Can you help me out with something at home?"
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It took all of Sara's willpower to hold onto the coffee mug and not send it shattering to the tiles of the kitchen floor. She swallowed audibly and tried to choke down some coffee, anything to try and distract her now over active mind from the various scenarios playing out in her head. Not realising the coffee was still boiling hot made Sara cough and splutter.
"Geez Sara, here let me help you there," said Catherine as she stepped up to the brunette and drew her into a smouldering kiss. Sara's scorched tongue was instantly forgotten as the blonde gently teased along Sara's bottom lip.
"Felling a bit better now?"
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TBC…
A.N. Once again my sincerest apologies to all my readers for the this greatly extended delay. I will endeavour to keep the chapters flowing a bit faster.