A/N: I suck at updating, and I'm so so sorry! My muse abandoned me and loads of stuff happened at home, but now my muse has returned, and I'm full of inspiration, so here's the next chapter.

Chapter Four

Why is it, when you're having fun, time passes all too quickly, but when you're waiting for something good to happen, time goes by agonisingly slowly?
That what this shift is like – painfully slow, and to make things worse, I haven't seen Catherine yet.
I came in five minutes before shift, not early enough so I'd get tired too quickly, but early enough so I could hopefully have a quick conversation with Catherine.
Unfortunately, I met Grissom on his way out as I was going in, and he dragged me away to a crime scene.
Finally, I'm on my way back to the lab with a load of trace evidence, but it's only three hours into shift and already I'm sick to death of work.
I dump my stuff with Hodges, and make my way to the breakroom.
Nick is already in there with a steaming cup of coffee, and when I enter he pulls out a chair for me and goes to pour me a cup of coffee.
That's what I love about Nicky, he's such a gentleman.
I slump into the chair and gratefully take the coffee from him, murmuring my thanks.

"So how's your shift been?"
I sigh.
"Too long."
He fakes amazement.
"Who are you, and what have you done with the real Sara?"
"As shocking as it is, I do have a life outside the lab you know."
Well technically, as Catherine is my co-worker, that's not strictly true, but Nick doesn't need to know that.
His expression changes from amusement to realization.
"Oooh, does somebody have a date?"
I look at the table and try to hide my smile.
"Maybe…"
But before he can try and get any more details out of me, Catherine breezes into the breakroom.

"Sara, I need a word in my office."
With that, she's gone again.
Nick gives a sympathetic look.
"Two days in a row? You must have really pissed her off."
"Yeah."
It is the second time in two days she's summoned me to her office, but I doubt she wants me for the same reason as she did yesterday.

Finally, something to look forward to.

The blinds are drawn again, but I don't bother knocking.
Her face lights up as I enter, and my heart leaps just from being alone in the room with her.
I've barely taken more than two steps when I'm pinned against the door, Catherine's mouth on my neck.
My head bangs back against the door, giving her more access to my neck, as my hands gain a mind of their own and move down to cup her ass. I feel her moan against my neck and smile, revelling in the effect I have on her.
Then she lifts her face and her lips meet mine, and it's my turn to moan as she nibbles gently on my bottom lip.
I reverse our positions to try and gain control of the kiss, but almost collapse when she hooks her leg around mine, and her nails dig into my sides.
I kiss her harder, using my height to my advantage and exploring every inch of her mouth with my tongue. Her hands slide under my top and I know that if we don't stop now, we won't at all, and not only do I not want our first time to be a hormonal rush in her office of all places, but the idea of someone like Ecklie walking in on us just doesn't appeal to me.
I untangle myself from her and take a step back.

"Cath…"
Fortunately, she seems to understand.
"I guess we kind of got carried away again."
"Yeah, I guess so."
We fall silent again, and just as it becomes unbearable, Catherine moves and perches on the desk in front of me.
"I really wish you'd stayed earlier."
I reach out and take her hand.
"I wanted to, but you know…"
"Yeah."
"I should really get back to work; Hodges is probably almost done with my trace."
She nods and indicates the huge stack of files on her desk.
"And I've got paperwork that needs finishing. Sorry, I shouldn't have distracted you; you've just been on my mind all night."
I wrap my arms round her waist, and kiss the top of her head.
"As I said, you don't ever need to apologise for kissing me, I've wanted to kiss you all night."
At that moment my pager beeps.
"It's Hodges, I really have to go."
I give her a quick kiss, and walk out of the door.

"Hey Sara?"
"Yeah?"
"After our date, how much longer do I have to wait?"
God, the things that woman does to me…
"I don't think I should answer that question."
But suddenly, as good as the last few minutes have been, the end of shift seems far too long to wait.

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