DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters; all rights go to
those who do. I am just using them
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is the second story of my Hidden Truth Trilogy. I promise that I will continue to write my Unrequited Love Series. I am just taking a break. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!
WARNING: This contains a little Sara obsessed with Grissom, but it is all about Sara and Catherine. So don't be discouraged as you read. I would never have them end up with anyone else but each other!
It has been a little over three months since Catherine confessed her undying love for me at work. We had anticipated things to get a little sticky between the two of us, but they never did.
Surprisingly, we seem to be getting along even better! Now, not only do I spend my days off with her, but almost every morning after work, we grab breakfast. We also hang out at each other's places every weekend and have a movie night. I never would have guessed Catherine to be a Jackie Chan fan, but she is. I only know that, because we have watched the Rush Hour Movies like a hundred times.
We talk constantly, and just when we think that the other one knows everything that we could possibly tell them, new stuff continuously comes up.
In the beginning, we both had concerns regarding how the other would handle details about the other's love life. For a while there, I restrained my on going babble about how much I was crazy about Grissom. Then one night, while we were at dinner, she reassured me that it was okay to spill my guts. She also took the liberty to point out the fact that she had listened to it for almost two months before she came clean.
It was great to still have that unstoppable bond. It was even showing in our work. Around the office were referred to as the Dynamic Duo. There was no case that we couldn't solve in thirty days, or your money back guaranteed. Grissom even commended us on our work. He was finally noticing how valuable I was, not just in the office, but outside as well! Don't think that didn't bring a smile across my face.
Yeah, things were going perfectly. That was, until she came along.
She, of course has a name; it was Daria VcKolvich or Dasha, as she prefers to be called. She was hired, due to the fact we were getting too swamped to only have one genius lab tech. So, Grissiom went hunting in San Francisco and caught her.
And of course, she is stunningly gorgeous; even I have to admit. Those green eyes and that brown hair. And let's not forget the pair of legs on that girl. She was even giving me a run for my money with Greg. She's every woman's 5'9 walking nightmare. And as if it couldn't possibly get any worse, she's smart, funny, and charming.
I can't say that I hate her; it's just so hard to talk to Catherine now. Every since word got around at work that she was a lesbian, Catherine goes completely nuts. She started doing stupid things like going weak in the knees every time she sees her walk into a room, uncontrollably drooling, and worst of all, I turned in to the third wheel. I hate being the third wheel!
I know, I know I sound a little jealous, but really I'm not. She just seems to bring out that competitive edge in me, I never knew I had. Can you really blame me? It took me three years to get Catherine to finally open up to me and now this little bitch comes around and she doesn't even notice that I'm in the room.
Well, she doesn't completely forget about me. See, when she invites Dasha to sit at the table with us, she casually un-invites me to sit beside her. I can't believe it! And worse of all she has an excuse to why she's doing it!
"Weren't you the one that told me I didn't deserve to be alone? You have to help me out here, Sara. It's not that I don't love you, she's just so beautiful."
Now what kind of bullshit is that? Suddenly, I am getting in her way of romance. Fine with me, I have other people to worry about. Does the name Grissom ring any bells? I think it's time that I take a meeting with my hot boss and invite him to dinner!
Okay, this may have been a little easier in my head. I thought I had everything worked out, but there's one tiny thing I over looked; I am scared shitless of the man.
I can't concentrate on a case when he's near. I forget what I am about to say and start to ramble like a teenage girl. Could I be any more of an idiot?
Of course I run to Catherine before I decide to make this life altering decision. I quickly head to her office, making it look like I have some big, important case to discuss. Does a matter of the heart pose as top priority for a CSI?
Well, any way I manage to dodge most of the friendly office conversation and make it safely to her office. I have to admit, I am a little nervous bringing this particular subject up. Even though Catherine says she's alright with it, I just feel so damn guilty. I guess it's because in my heart I know she is the type of person I have been searching for; but my mind, is rejecting her because she is a woman. Obviously, I'm not homophobic; it has more to do with the fact I have never really had the desire to be with another woman.
Okay, I take that back. It might have been slightly lying. I have had dreams before. Every woman does, it's completely healthy. But these dreams went beyond the norm. The intensity of these fantasies was out of this world. The passion I experienced in them was enough to wake me up each time, out of a dead slumber. Once, I had one when I fell asleep in Catherine's lap; and the next morning she couldn't stop teasing me about the groping I was doing in my sleep. I couldn't help it. When ever I fell asleep looking at her my mind gets kinky. I don't consider it a major problem, I actually rather enjoy it! But now it's time to focus on the real matter at hand. Getting me some!
Ow, ow, ow she is in her office. Yeah! What is she doing? Oh, I see she is reading over the Mayings case file, before she hands it in to Grissom. I almost forgot she agreed to do that.
Alright, we seem to have another problem. I can't seem to get my legs to work with my mind. Just go in there Sara, you can do it, one foot in front of the other. But she is reading and I don't want to disturb her. Especially, since she looks so cute when she reads.
I bet she is an awesome kisser. I can just tell it by the way she wraps her luscious lips around the end of that pen and chews on it. And her soft hands, I bet she knows how to use those in the right situations.
"Sara, Sara, YO, EARTH TO SARA! Are you going to come in and sit down, or should I just pull the chair up to the door way?"
"What...ahhhh yeah I'm coming. Sorry, had a slight brain fart, no need to worry, I'm back!"
Oh, God was I just fantasizing about her. Nahhh, I like Grissom. Yeah, I like Grissom. Oh, God Grissom! That's what I'm here for.
"Sara, are you positive you're okay? You look like you just lost your puppy."
"I'm fine! Can I come in and talk?"
"Suit yourself; I'm tired of this damn file any way. Could use a break! So what's on your mind?"
Oh, God did I just say that out loud? She looks confused, I had better come up with something and fast!
"I mean, needing to talk to you! Yeah, that's what's on my mind."
Good save! She doesn't look like she suspects that I want her...I mean want to talk to her! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
"Well, then spill it woman! Don't keep me in the dark. You know I hate it when you do that."
"Okay, here it goes. I was thinking about asking Grissom out on a date."
That definitely got her attention. She was taking a sip of her coffee, and the minute I mentioned the part about asking Grissom out; there went the coffee, being spit all over her desk.
"Cat, are you okay? Did you choke?"
"I'm fine, it just went down the wrong tube! I'm fine! No really, I'm good. "
She grabs a few tissues from the window ledge behind her and is trying to salvage the papers on her desk. She quickly wipes the tiny coffee dots, as not to smear them over anything important, and then wipes off the pictures of Lindsey and her lamp. I can tell instantly that she is anything but fine. I know somewhere deep down in her mind she never thought I would get up enough nerve to ask Gil out. She's also probably wondering when I decided to grow a set and take some initiative.
"Cat I need to know that you're okay with this. If not I will figure it out on my own. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"Sara, I'm sorry. I just didn't expect you to be ready so soon. I am really happy for you!"
If she's so happy, then why does she look like the one whose puppy's lost?
"Cat, I think this discussion can wait a little later. I can see you're really busy and I am too. I'll just talk to you after work."
"Actually, I am going to be getting breakfast with Dasha this morning. But I'll see you tomorrow night."
I almost didn't catch that last part. It didn't really hit me until I got half way down the hall and processed her words.
"WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! Did she just say that she was going to get breakfast with Dasha?"
My legs are having problems again. They seem to be giving out. My heart rate and blood pressure have just increased to 1,000 miles per hour. And yes, that's my jaw resting comfortably on the hallway floor. But worst of all, I have this pain in my chest. It's nothing like I've ever experienced before. It's so strong that I can't even think. I need to sit down.
I am not ready for her to start dating yet. I am not ready to share her with another person. I don't want her to fall in love with someone else and share what we share. I can't imagine what it would be like having another person invade our friendship. I am against this, I refuse to let go of her. I don't think I can take this any more. I am going to loose it. Come one Sara, you can do it. Just make it to somewhere you can sort all this out. Oh, the break room, a perfect place for a break down.
I manage to make it just in time. I am literally going to crack. The pain has fully set in now, and I lower my head to my hands and start to sob.
I am completely unaware that I'm not the only one in the room. I was careless and failed to take notice of the young, beautiful woman sitting in the far left corner.
I am brought back to reality; when I feel a warm hand touch my shoulder and a soft Russian accent fill the room.
"Sara, honey do you want to talk about it?"
I can't believe it, is she really offering to help me? Oh, I must be out of it.
I wipe my eyes with the corner of my sleeve, thinking some how she wouldn't figure out what I was doing.
"No, hum I'm fine. I'm just a little tired. Nothing big."
She's not buying it at all. She knows my heart is broken; I just hope she doesn't figure out who broke it.
"Did you and Catherine have a fight?"
Okay, she's good!
"No, we're fine."
"Good, because for a minute there I was worried this had something to do with me asking her to breakfast."
"What do you mean?"
Okay, I must be missing something here. Did she just say she was worried?
"I just don't want you to think that I am hitting on your girlfriend. I only asked her out because Stephanie, that's my girlfriend, is out of town and I didn't want to eat alone. Really, I meant no harm."
Alright, let's back the truck up and start from the beginning. Did she just call Catherine my girlfriend? Am I hearing her straight? She thinks Catherine and I are dating? SHE THINKS CATHERINE AND I ARE DATING!!! God, maybe I misjudged you all along.
"Dasha I hate to be the one to break it to you but Catherine and I aren't dating. We are just friends."
"Oh my God, I hope I didn't offend you! I just assumed since you two were always together, and well you two are so cute together. Nobody told me otherwise. I hope you aren't mad at me."
"You think we make a cute couple?"
"OH YEAH! You go well together. I wish Steph and I were as compatible as you two. I just love the way you finish each other's sentences. And that thing you do when you want to get each other's attention. I just always saw the chemistry there. That's partially why I didn't make a move. If I had only known."
"Now that you mention it, I'm kind of glad you didn't say anything. Can I ask you another question?"
"Do you think it's too late to ask her out?"
"Are you high, she's crazy about your cute ass! Everyone can tell. Even Grissom has made a few little compliments about how adorable you guys are."
"Excuse me? Did you just say Grissom?"
Now, I know why he has been looking at me funny these past couple of weeks. His dirty mind was working overtime.
"That FUCKING ASSHOLE! I thought this whole time he was paying attention to me because he liked me, not because he was having boyish lesbian fantasies. God, I am beginning to see why women do this kind of thing. Men are just plan idiots!"
"You seem a little disappointed."
You aren't just whistling Dixie sister. To think this whole time I thought he was in to me. I give up. He is not worth the time.
"No, it's just that I'm mad. I mean, I spent all this time thinking Grissom was the one for me, when really the one I should have been obsessing over was Catherine. Now who's the blind one?"
"Well, I think you still have time to fix it. I am suddenly feeling a little queasy. Maybe breakfast isn't such a good idea. But if you would like to take my place, I am sure Catherine would have no objection."
"Dasha, you are truly a wonderful girl. Now, if you'll excuse me I have a breakfast date to keep."
"No problem. Oh, and Sara, have fun!"
"I'm more than positive I will!"
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