Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. If I did, there would be fewer buttons on Cath's shirt.
AN: Grissom left!!!
Catherine is going to end up killing me if she continues like this.
She obviously doesn't know what she's doing, either, which makes it even worse.
For the past two minutes, she's been leaning across me to read an article I found in some magazine. I forget what it was. The second she leaned into me, the second her warm breath hit my ear, I forgot everything.
My skin is on fire, thanks to her. Why does she have to be so tactile? I'm going to blush myself to death if she stays so close to me. Or I'll do something that I'll regret… like jumping her.
Oh God, there's no way I would regret that.
Shutupshutupshutup Sidle! Get a damn grip! You would regret it, and you know it! Just stay still and don't take deep breaths!
She changes her position slightly, and her left hand ends up rubbing my inner thigh.
I almost moan at the connection.
Oh God, shouldn't she have finished the article by now?
I think my breathing is at a seriously unsafe level right about now. There is no way she doesn't notice…
Oh hell.
She notices. She definitely notices. She's smirking. Never good. This is so bad.
She's moving even closer to me. That shouldn't be possible. She'd have to be right on-
Top of me.
Her breath is hot against my lips, and her entire body is pressed up against mine. Her gorgeous blue eyes have gone almost black with desire…
I can't breathe. This goddess is leaning against me, sending several spasms of pleasure rushing through my body, and all I can do is stare into her eyes not breathing.
Catherine's still smirking as she brings one hand up to brush my neck, making heart beat even faster. Her other hand takes hold of my wrist, and brings it towards her mouth, kissing it gently.
My shudder makes her eyes darken further.
She tilts her head and leans towards me-
"Hey Sara, it's Greg. I was just calling to make sure that everything's okay with you. I haven't heard from you in a few days, and I'm sort of worried that you did something stupid. So… call me back before I come down to your apartment to check your pulse! See ya' at work tonight! Or earlier!"
I am going to kill that lab rat. Ex-lab rat. Whatever. He has no idea what he interrupted. He is going to die oh so painfully. Did he really have to call? I was in the middle of such a great dream…
I groan and throw a pillow over my eyes. All things considered, this was one of the tamest dreams that Greg has disturbed.
My face flushes at that thought. There have been more than a few occasions where I regret giving Greg my spare apartment key.
Sighing, I toss the pillow off of me and sit up. Geez, I'm exhausted. What did I do yesterday? I'm aching all over!
Oh yeah. I went for a run. Then I had my little revelation. I decided that I would be happy for Catherine instead of thinking up ways of killing Max.
I think Greg actually made a list of how many lives Catherine's new relationship is screwing over. I was on the very top of the list. Highlighted.
Considering that he showed the list to Wendy and Sofia, him not being injured in any way is sort of surprising. The only reason I didn't punch him was because I was depressed then.
I'm not anymore. I'm dealing with this.
Well, I'm going to deal with this. I haven't seen Catherine in- a day and a half? That sounds right- so I haven't been able to test out my new take on things.
Hopefully, my new take on things won't burst into glorious flames when I actually see her again.
I have a hard time even faking optimism, so I'll just have to pray that this will work out.
Let the games begin.
"Ha! So you aren't dead!"
I glare at Greg. I guess I'm still mad at him for waking me up. Any reminders of that will probably cause a spike in temper. As if I need that.
"Yes, Greg, I'm alive." I really put on the sarcasm with that comment. Yep, definitely still pissed. "Did you make some of your coffee?"
He gives me his wounded-puppy-dog pout. "Sa-ra! That isn't polite! Glaring at me, and then asking for some of my coffee! You should apologize- otherwise you won't get a darned thing!"
I glare again. "I'm mad at you. I'm allowed to glare. And nice people always give their friend's their coffee. Did you make any?"
He sighs and places a hand over his heart. "It's a good thing I like you, Sara. Yes, and you may have the first cup. If you tell me what I did to make you mad."
I keep my gaze trained on him as he taps a finger against his chin thoughtfully. Then he perks up.
"I called you! So… I must've interrupted something! Do tell- who were you with?" His eyes widen. "Or… did I interrupt some ultra-hot dream? C'mon! Don't leave me in the dark, here!"
There are times when I can't decide whether to flush in embarrassment or punch him when he opens his mouth.
Since he's my best friend, I usually just end up blushing and hoping he'll let it go. He never does. Not with non-serious Catherine-issues, at least. There are some times when he actually knows to shut up.
"My lips are sealed, Greg. There is no way I'm talking about it."
"No coffee then."
How many glares do you think it would take for my face to freeze like that?
"Still not saying anything."
I stalk off towards the locker room. I really do prefer coffee before getting ready for work. Since there was none in my apartment, I was counting on Greg to be my supplier. Now I have no coffee. This does not bode well.
Especially since Catherine just entered the locker room, looking livid.
I sigh and follow my girl-
No! Not my girl! Catherine! Not. My. Girl.
Oh God, I'm screwed.
She's slamming her locker door opened, and brushing her hands angrily through her gorgeous tresses. I should just walk away.
"Cath? Are you okay?"
She spins around and looks at me. Wow, I can't believe how beautiful she looks right now. I just want to take her in my arms and-
Shut up, Sidle!
She sighs and shakes her head. "It's nothing, really. Just… Grissom called me in yesterday- on my day off- to cover a homicide! It turns out to be one more notch on a serial killer's belt, and one of the Feds is coming to take the case over."
I wince. I know how much she hates someone taking over her cases. That's something I learned within twenty seconds of communication. Probably why she disliked me so much in the beginning. Things have mellowed out a little bit. I guess.
"I'm guessing your girlfriend and Lindsey didn't really like that?"
Oh, that was the wrong thing to say, Sara. You aren't supposed to know that she's dating a female, remember?
Definitely the wrong thing to say, judging from her shocked expression.
"Sara, how did you know that Max was a woman?" Catherine questions slowly.
"Uh… Well, a few weeks ago, when I was in your office, uh, Max showed up, and, uh, I kind of noticed that she was a she. And… the two of you walked into a diner Greg and I were having breakfast at."
She nods, looking a bit uncomfortable. "Well, yeah. They weren't too thrilled. Look… Sara, this isn't a problem, right? I mean, you're a friend, and I want to make sure that you at least… tolerate the person I choose to date."
Scratch that; she looks really uncomfortable.
Wait- did she just call me a friend?!
Wow… I mean… friends? I didn't realize we had made that much progress… This is great! All the more reason for me to be happy that she's dating Max!
Right… and isn't that just perfect?
Oh, she probably wants me to reply.
"Cath, it isn't a problem. Really. I mean, when I first found out, I was surprised as hell, but it didn't actually bother me." At least, not the way you're thinking of.
Now she looks relieved. That's one problem fixed, then.
"So, uh… when's the Agent getting here?"
"About now- which is why I'm in the locker room. I want to look somewhat decent when he gets here."
I smile shyly. "You look great no matter what, Cath. I wouldn't worry about it. I'll just… I'll let you deal with that on your own and leave now. Greg owes me coffee."
She smiles back, not commenting on my blush –thank God. "I'm sure he does."
I nod and head out to leave. Damn it… we're friends. That… that actually makes things worse, I think.
But at least she doesn't hate me. That's a good thing. A very good thing.
I want a drink.