"Huh? Oh, nothing. You know him and his dead jokes, never makes sense." Catherine could feel cold energy rush through her body.
"Oh, I thought you two were talking about me." Sara voiced as she got in.
"Why would you say that?" Geez. Another of her psychic thing? When will it end?
"Well, you two were looking at me then a hush -hush conversation." Sara started the truck.
"Ummm, we were saying how dedicated you are in your work." Damn seat belt, still can't get this down!
"Here, let me do it. Sometimes it needs a little pull to get it going." Sara again reaches over her with her left arm facing Catherine fully as she slowly pulls the seatbelt across the strawberry blond's chest. Sara seeing her tensed up smiled sweetly, "how's this, Catherine?"
"It's good…mmm, thanks." Catherine could barely breathe. God, she's a tease.
"Well, let's get rolling." Sara drives off leaving a trail of dust behind.
They drove in silence, which Catherine was grateful. She looked outside the window, into the darkness.
It was Sara who spoke first, "You know driving in silence is going to make this trip long and dreary."
Catherine turned her head towards her, "so what do we talk about?"
"Anything. Well, how's Lindsay doing, the teen stuff?'
"Oh, geez. Horrible. You know the new fashion trend?" Catherine puts both her hands over her eyes, remembering the conversation she and her daughter had earlier before she left work.
"Well, I'm not really updated into the latest fashion." Sara smiles as she glances at Catherine.
"I wish Lindsay was like you then."
"You mean out of touch with the new trends?" Sara pretended to sound hurt but was still smiling.
"No, no, no, Sara. Not like that. I mean you wear what's comfortable but yet you look…"
"Out of style, out of touch, lost in 1970's flower generation…"
"No, nothing like that. You're… you're sexy in a subtle way, a breath of fresh air, you hold everyone captive when you walk into a room." Catherine faces the brunette in the driver's seat. "you have faded jeans, a black tee and boots on, only you can carry it so well. Simple clothings but when you put them together and wear them, it's…you're breath taking, attractive."
Sara slowed and stopped at the side of the road, and looked at Catherine, " you really think that of me? Do I hold you captive?"
Pulling herself out of a trance opened her mouth but not a sound came out. Oh, geez, did I just confess?
"It's okay, Catherine. I'm just surprised that you notice the way I dress when it's you that makes head's turn everywhere you go. You're a beautiful, Catherine. I think Lindsay has your touch when it comes to clothing and.."
Catherine surprised of what the younger CSI said, interrupts her, "Sara, you think I'm beautiful?"
"You know you are."
"Okay, I know that but…"
Sara smiles, "Beautiful and humble at the same time."
"No, no. I mean, you think I'm beautiful?" She asks again.
"Yes, I do, Catherine. I don't only think you're beautiful, I know you are beautiful. And," Sara continues, "I thought we were talking about Lindsay."
"Oh, well, yeah," Catherine takes a deep breath, "it's just…" Damn, so close but yet so far.
"What?"
"Me and you. We don't talk like this. We don't get along that much, we constantly argue. And now hearing you say those words about me, really surprises me."
Sara was quiet for a moment. Looks back at Catherine, "this is nice. Me and you, talking like this."
Catherine smiles, "for once a decent conversation, huh. Same side."
"Yeah, we're on the same side. I really like this, us like this." Sara starts the truck, and into the darkness they drove.
She said 'us like this.' What does she mean? I have to know. I need to know. Geez, it's now or never. "Uh, Sara?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you think about…oh, god I can't. take a deep breath, Catherine and go!…what do you think about…shit…coffee?" Catherine closes her eyes, feeling herself sink deeper in the seat.
"Coffee? Love coffee, you know that. Prefer caffeinated. Why?" Sara takes a quick glance at the older CSI whose eyes were still closed. The brunette smiles.
"I don't know. Umm, trying to be on the same side conversation." Catherine looks again into the darkness. Feel like an idiot. Coffee. Of course I know she drinks coffee. At the start of shift with two equals. Stirs it counterclockwise, takes a deep breath as she smells it and stirs it again before taking a sip. Only she can make drinking coffee sexy. I've memorize her do this ritual hundreds of times! Such an…
Sara breaks her thoughts, "I thought you were going to ask me what I thought about you."
"Huh?"
"Well?" Sara looks at her momentarily before she focuses back on the road.
Was that a smirk on her face? Is she pulling her mumbo jumbo psychic crap again? Well, two can play. And I sure would want to play with her over and over again. That would be my…
"Why are you looking at me like that, Catherine?"
"Huh?" oh god. Was I staring at her like a love sick puppy?
"Well?" Sara pulls over again and stops at the side of the road. Not a single car from both ends can be seen.
Catherine looks at Sara quizzically not knowing what the brunette is thinking or planning. Right she's the psychic, and I'm the psycho who wants to get into her pants.
"Catherine, you're blushing." Sara gives her a mischievous grin.
Damn, not that cocky cute smile. I want to grab her right now. I don't care. I have evil thoughts. Pure sexual, evil, sweaty and hot thoughts of her and me in this warm desert night…
"Catherine, you're hyperventilating. You okay?" Sara touches her lap sending shivers up the strawberry blond's body.
Catherine opens her mouth but again she's speechless. She needed air as she felt her body heat up with a single touch. She fumbled with the safety belt trying to get loose.
Sara watches her with amusement, her hand still on Catherine's thigh. Unable to contain her amusement, she whispers, "Catherine…Catherine!"
Feeling all flustered, Catherine turns to her with wild eyes. "I need air. I need out. I'm stuck with this damn seatbelt. I can't get it loose!"
Calmly, Sara reaches over, "allow me, Catherine Willows." She unhooks the seatbelt slowly bringing it back to the top, brushing her body against Catherine's in the process.
Catherine let out an audible moan feeling their bodies touch for seconds. Being free of the seatbelt she felt her hand latch on the door opener and pulled it. She stumbled out into the sand, into the darkness. Cursing herself and cursing Sara. Damn Sidle! She knows and she..she…
"Catherine, you okay?" Sara gets out of the truck walking towards her.
"Stop! Stop right there, Sara!" Catherine holds her hand up. "Stop right there!"
"Huh? Catherine? You okay? I just.."
"I'm sitting in the back. I'm not staying up front with you anymore. You're just…just…" She opens the side door and slips it, folding her arms across her chest.
Sara sighs and gets back in the driver's seat. She turns around to the flustered Catherine. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Let's go, just drive."
Sara still looking at her cocks one eyebrow up, "okay then, we're goin'."
As she turns around slowly, Catherine swore she saw that mischievous grin again. Damn sexy Sidle, she got me wrapped in her long slender fingers! She know!
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sorry for the wait. new job, more rules, more work. damn, i'm way to young to work this busy!
anyhoo...review please. really, really need it to keep me sane!