A/N: Hello all! Yes, that's right, another update! I wanted to thank absolutely everybody for the lovely reviews. Its so encouraging to hear from my loyal readers and I was extra glad to see so many NEW faces (you know what I mean). So here's part two- it's a little confusing with the POV changes, but I hope you like it. Without further ado…

Sara's POV

It was like drowning. I don't know how to describe it past that. It was like diving into water and then swimming for the bottom, knowing you'll never make it back up but also knowing that you'd rather die trying that ever breathe again. She was my oxygen, my sustenance, my blood pulsing in my veins. For that moment. Her lips, I felt them, but not only against my own. She coursed through my body in waves, tumultuous waves that left me in awe- overjoyed and frightened at the same time. How could I feel so much in one kiss?

My hand came up of its own accord, brushing my thumb over her cheekbone and down along her jaw. As my other hand moved to her thigh, I felt her hum deliciously into my mouth. I was lost, lost to a storm I never saw coming. I tilted my head, increasing the contact, lips sweeping over one another's as my heart continued its attempts to beat out of my chest.

Then I felt her stiffen, and it was over. One second I was in a surreal and inspiring paradise and the next I was watching that dream disappear into the depths of those amazing sapphire eyes. An outside voice broke my reverie.

"Hey, guys, that was only like eight seconds."

Catherine's POV

Eight seconds? Eight? Eight minutes maybe, or hours, it had been eight times infinity for all I knew. How could eight seconds be enough to satisfy for a lifetime but still leave me thirsting, longing for a lifetime more of those sweet, sweet lips?

Its funny. The dream of the moment her lips touched mine was one I had entertained for a long time- whether I wanted to or not. But never like this. Under a blanket of stars. Consoling her after a case. Holding each other tight. In my office- hell, drunk in the back of a taxi. But never in the break room. Playing a children's game. With a male audience. And a stopwatch.

But in the end, it was…perfect. Magical, even. Cliché, I know, but it was like flying. In my mind, I was soaring over oceans on a cloudless night. Ripples sent by the wind smearing the reflection of the moon. Beautiful. We could have been on a white sand beach or at the top of the Eiffel tower and it still wouldn't have been any better than it was.

So why did I pull back? I still had two full seconds to revel in, two seconds to taste her; two seconds to pretend she was mine. But with the joy of flight also comes the fear- a fear that has driven me my whole life, that drives everyone at one point or other; the fear of the crash. Why had I gotten myself into this? Now I had eight seconds of perfection to flare up in the depths of my heart whenever I saw her. Because what it all came down to was that I could pretend all I wanted; she would never be mine.

3rd Person POV

Their eyes opened slowly as they pulled away, still only inches apart as they stared into each other's eyes. There was quiet cough, and then a not so quiet one. Startled, the women jumped apart, each one glancing one more time at the other before finding something very interesting to look at in the opposite direction.

The men's eyes moved from Catherine to Sara and back again. Catherine was neatly inspecting her nails and Sara was apparently very interested in a fuzz ball that had gotten caught on the arm of the sofa. Something was definitely wrong.

"So…" Warrick began carefully.

Greg looked at them, confused. "What just happened?"

"Nothing." Both women chorused, a little too soon. They looked at each other and then quickly away.

"Hey," Nick tried to break the awkward moment, "Ladies, this was just a game. No need to get up in arms."

"Right?" Warrick chipped in, "I hope you guys aren't going to get all weird about this. Its no big deal. It doesn't have to change anything?"

Catherine sighed and stood, patting the man on the shoulder as she past him on the way to the door. "You're right, Rick," she called over her shoulder. "Just a game. Doesn't change a thing." And then she was gone.

The three men were still confused. They looked to Sara for an explanation, but the brunette was already on her feet. "I've uh…got some…things to do. Paperwork. Call me if a case comes in?" And she too disappeared into the hall.

The boys looked at each other, completely baffled. Warrick shook his head. "Women." Nick and Greg were quick to nod in agreement.

Shit. Catherine entered her office and leaned against the door as it closed behind her. She rested her palm on her forehead.

This was bad. This was so very, very bad. What she been thinking? Kissing Sara?Whose idea had that been? Okay, so technically, Sara kissed her. And technically, it wasn't even a real kiss; it was a dare, a stupid game. And worse, now Sara would know something was up because of the way Catherine had fled the break room. This was such a mess.

Get a grip. Just forget it. You knew it would never lead to anything, but you did it anyway.

And truthfully, she would do it again.

But Sara had just been kissing her to get the guys off her back. Right? She didn't actually feel anything for her. Right? And she never would. The overflow of emotion and tenderness had been completely one-sided and it didn't mean a thing to Sara…Right?

Or was it? Catherine narrowed her eyes, thinking, and then closed them as she relived those eight wonderful seconds. Sara's lips had come to hers, firm and yielding at the same time. And she had returned the kiss with equal fervor. Catherine frowned as she recalled the moment. Then something had happened that was not necessary to complete the dare. Sara's hand had cupped her face. Her fingertips caressed her cheek, gently, caringly…sensually. Then the brunette's other hand had made its way up the Catherine's thigh, her thumb running along the inside seam of a very well cut pair of jeans.

And she, Catherine, had moaned quietly at the feeling, halfway forgetting where they were and halfway wishing they were anywhere else and that hand could move just a little higher.

Now, hiding in her office, Catherine wondered. Sara's actions had not been those of someone who just wanted to get something over with, not the actions of someone who was just playing a game. They had been those of a lover. A kind, considerate, passionate lover. It was almost as if she had been as invested in the kiss as Catherine had. But how could that be?

There was really only one explanation the Catherine could think of, and it put a broad smile on her face. So maybe…just maybe…

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