Chapter 4 - Double Or Nothing

Summary:: Rise and Shine!! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED CATH!

Pairing:: Sara/Catherine

Rating:: PG 13

Spoilers:: None

Disclaimer:: Not my show! Sadly.



PART 4, DIRTY GIRLS



Catherine, Grissom, Greg, Nick, Warrick and I were in Montreal, sipping cappuccinos at the outdoor café. Across the way an old man was playing with spoons.

Nick was describing a yoga class to which participants brought their dogs.

Instead of clacking, the spoons began shrilling in the man's hands, The noise grew louder and louder until I couldn't understand what my friends were saying.

I opened my eyes.

And looked at the back of Catherine's head.

And felt like a kid who'd given it up on prom night.

Turning to my side, I groped for the phone.

“—lo?” Groggy.

“Grissom.”

I felt Catherine roll over behind me.

“Sorry to wake you.” He didn't sound all that sorry.

Scooping me by the waist, Catherine tocked my bum into the angle formed by her hips and thighs. My breath came out with a soft “Hmff.”

“You okay?”

“Uh. Cat.”

“I didn't know you had a cat.”

I squinted at the clock. My thong obscured the digits.

“Time?” Monosyllables were all I could handle.

“Ten.”

Catherine molded our bodies together like spoons.

“Did you get my message?” Grissom asked.

A heat was arrising from where the bowl of catherine's spoon met my bum.

“Message?”

“I called around eight last night.”

“I was out.” And too bust getting banged to check my voice mail.

“I can't seem to find Catherine.” Grissom said over the phone. “I called her twice last night and once this morning.”

Catherine licked behind my ear, severely hampering my ability to concentrate.

“H—havent heard from her.”

I had to surpress a squeal.

“By the way, we have a match on your Vics.”

I sat up, raised my knees, and pulled the quilt to my chin.

“That was quick.”

“Harvey Edward Pearce and Lisa Sara Mouland.”

“Dentals?”

“Plus the snake tattoo on Pearce and the tribal tattoo on Mouland. Pearce is a thirty-eight-year-old white male from North Carolina and Mouland is a thirty-two-year-old white female from Alberta.

Catherine tried to draw me back to her. I pointed a finger and scrunched my face into an exaggerated frown as I would with a dog.

“I'll be at the lab in a few hours.”

“You sure? It is your day off.”

“I'm sure.”

Clicking off, I faced the first problem of the day.

I could bolt from the room naked. Or I could take the quilt, leaving Catherine to fend for herself.

I was opting for a bare-@$$ sprint when Cath's arm snaked around my waist. I looked down at her.

Her eyes were fixed on my face. Amazing eyes. In the pale gray of dawn they looked almost cobalt.

“Sara?”

“Yes?” Tentative.

“I respect you with my whole heart and my whole soul.” Somber as an evangelical preacher.

I drummed my fingers on hr chest. “You're not half bad yourself, stranger.”

We shared a laugh.

Catherine tipped her head to the phone. “Found a match on your vics?”

I lowered my voice, CIA style. “If I told you that, I might have to kill you.”

Cath nodded knowingly.

“Could you and Nick use an extra hand?”

“Seems we could, but you have a little girl to take care of. Also, you're back on work tomorrow.”

“Lindsay is at my sister's.” She feigned disappointment. Then, “Could you put in a word?”

I drummed my fingers agaisnt her chest again.

“Have you any other talents, stranger?”

“I can go all night long. The word is Stamina.”

“I'll see what I can do.”

“I'm beholden, ma'am. In the meantime, how about I help you out in the shower?”

“one condition.”

“Anything you say, ma'am.”

“Stop calling me ma'am.”

We both sprinted naked to the bathroom.

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