Chapter Six – Sara's POV

I can't end it. How can I put her through that? What the hell am I going to do? I arrive at work early again and head straight for the coffee machine. It's going to be a long night, I can feel it. I'm more nervous about seeing Catherine than I was yesterday, in fact, I'm a wreck. Today, she's on time. She sits down next to me, and all I want to do is kiss her. Our eyes lock and the look she gives me suggests she wants to do a lot more than kiss me. My body reacts and I blush and stand up, mumbling something about needing something from my locker. I almost run out of the breakroom to the safety of the locker room, and collapse on a bench in there, trying to get my body under control. Why does she have to be so hot? Why does she have such an effect on me?

"You're acting like a nut job again, Sidle. If you aren't careful, other people are going to start noticing."

I didn't even hear her enter the room. This is too much. I'm going to have to get back at her. I hear Warrick's voice out in the hallway. He'll be coming in here in a minute.

In one swift movement, I've got her pinned against the lockers.

"Well, if I'm a nut job, I'm not in my right mind. Which means I can do this."

I kiss her passionately, forcing her head back and deepening the kiss, then without warning, I pull away, smirking, just as Warrick enters the room.

"Hey Cath, hey Sara."

"Hey Warrick," I reply.

Catherine still hasn't said anything. Her face is flushed, and she's leaning against the lockers for balance.

I smirk at her, and Warrick gives her a questioning look.

"What's your problem Willows? Cat got your tongue?" My tone is innocent, but I'm glad Warrick can't see my expression because the look I'm giving her is positively dirty. She blushes an even deeper shade of red and I wink at her.

I had every intention of putting a stop to whatever our relationship was developing into, but I like this game. I like the effect I have on Catherine. She's fun to tease, and she looks cute when she's embarrassed. I'll have to try and keep things like this and hope our relationship doesn't get any more serious. That way, neither of us can get hurt.

Catherine's POV

I make my way back into the breakroom for assignments and try my hardest no to look at Sara, as I'm still a little thrown after that kiss she gave me. What happened in there was definitely a challenge, and although Sara may have won the first round, I'm not one to give up without a good fight. Grissom enters the room and I chance a look at her. Once I've caught her attention, I wink back at her, as if to say "Game on."

Sara and I are working with Grissom on the murder of a wealthy couple. Tonight, we've been completely professional and focused on the task ahead of us. Grissom doesn't often assign us to the same case because of past animosity, which is a little ironic because when we do work together, we make a brilliant team. I've finished processing the kitchen, where the husband was murdered, and I wander round, looking for Sara. I find her upstairs, in the bedroom. She has her back to me, and once I've checked Grissom isn't in the room, I close the distance between us. I wrap my arms around her waist, pressing myself against her.

She turns in my embrace and I smile up at her.

"Cath…we're at work…" she makes one attempt to discourage me but then my hands slide down from her lower back to cup her ass. She kisses me, but I don't allow the kiss to deepen and she growls in frustration.
I remember her words from this morning.
"Now now Sara, you can't have it all your own way," I purr.
I'm finding it hard to concentrate now. Her mouth is on my neck and she's kissing, nipping and licking the sensitive skin there. Wanting to distract her again, I kneel down, slide up her top and kiss her stomach gently. Her body trembles, and satisfied, I stand up and leave the room. I think I've evened the score between us now.

We don't see much of each other for the rest of the shift and we focus all of our attention on the case. By the time we get back to the lab, I'm exhausted. I'm halfway through changing my top when I turn and see Sara staring at me. She eyes me appreciatively.

"Nice bra Cath, red looks good on you."
I don't say anything, so she continues.
"Although, to be honest, I'd rather take it off."
I blush but I'd had the exact same thought running through my mind.
I finish changing then sit down on the bench to wait for her.
I regain my nerve and turn to her, a seductive smile on my face.
"So how about doing just that then?"
She thinks for a moment then smirks back at me.
"Your place or mine?"

Sara's POV

I'm relieved to say, after her behaviour during the shift, I'd say talking is the last thing on her mind. After all, a talk means things might turn serious, when I'd rather things just stay as they are now. I like teasing her, making her blush and I also like the way she teases me. Although part of me wants something more than this, but if things ger serious, I'll just end up getting hurt. I always do. I push that thought from the back of my mind and replace it with denial. Talking is overrated. We don't need to talk. Things are fine the way they are.
I pull up outside my apartment building and she pulls in just behind me. We make our way up to my apartment in silence. I let us in and I offer her coffee. She nods, but I don't want coffee, I want her.
I turn and face her. Her expression mirrors the way I'm feeling. Next thing I know, I've grabbed her and I devour her lips with mine...