DISCLAIMER: Not mine. I promise I'm only borrowing them and will return them to their rightful owners whenever they ask for them back. My imagination took a flight of fancy.....my bank account stayed empty. (Seriously, the cast of CSI belong to Jerry Bruckenheimer & CBS, and I'm only borrowing them for some free daydreaming that I wrote down.).
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is fluff – I repeat, FLUFF! Anyone expecting serious fic should wander off to something else. Bonus points for recognising the film scene being spoofed.
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A Lover's Touch?
By ncruuk

  "You ok Cath?" asked Sara, accompanying her lover down the corridor as they headed to the lab after their meeting with Grissom in his office.

"Mmmm, why'd you ask?" asked the blonde, not looking up from the file she was flicking through.

"Because you seemed a little flushed....you're not sick are you?" 

"Not sick...." agreed Catherine slightly flirtatiously, her cheeks flushing as she remembered what had made her feel warm during the meeting.

"So why the blush?" Sara was nothing if not persistent.

"You know why!"

"I don't...." Suddenly, Catherine stopped, there being something in Sara's tone that made her realise her lover wasn't joking.

"Grissom's office, just now, my thigh..." began Catherine, suddenly paling.


"You weren't tickling the inside of my thigh?"

"No....Cath?" Stunned by Catherine's sudden about turn and stomp back up the corridor, Sara was a little late in arriving in Grissom's office.

"...could you?" screamed Catherine, throwing her file at Grissom, who looked up and blinked.

"Careful Catherine, you could have hurt Fred..." he observed turning his hand so she could see the tarantula currently crawling over his palm.

"You let him out?"

"He needs his exercise, same as we do...." observed Gil, not appreciating the problem, but Sara did.

"How long has he been out Gris?"

"Oh, since shift started...." 

"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH" exclaimed Catherine, before stomping off, ranting about needing a shower.

"What's wrong with Catherine?" asked Gil, blinking in confusion.

"Fred spent the meeting in her lap..." explained Sara, torn between enlightening her boss and comforting her lover.

"And she didn't say anything?" asked Gil, surprised, knowing Catherine's views on his spiders....

"Ah, no...."


"She thought it was me...." 

"Why?" Grissom's question was asked to thin air... Sara was gone...

"So, we started in the kitchen..."

"We did?"

"Sure...it was really quick though..."

"It was?"

"Yeah...the stone floor tiles were really hard on the knees..."

"Oh, right, I remember..." Catherine smiled slightly as she remembered the floor - Sara was right, the floor was really hard on her knees...


"Yup, did that....took ages though..."

"Oh, right, the bath tub...." Catherine trailed off as she remembered the bathtub...it was large and well equipped with a range of jacuzzi jets.


"With the chair?"

"Lumbar Support, very important..." commented Sara, rounding the corner and continuing towards the break room, Catherine never breaking step with her.

"Of course...den?"

"Bean bags..." was all Sara needed to say as both ladies visibly shuddered at that particular memory.

"Where else?" asked Catherine, trying to remember.


"How could I forget...back breaking...."

"Yeah...Master Bedroom?"

"Waterbed and thick pile carpet...." countered Catherine immediately, remembering that room well.

"Guest bedroom had the four poster bed..." continued Sara, continuing to tick the rooms off her fingers.

"Anywhere else?"

"Must be, we were there for ages...have I said garage?"

"Now, yes...with the sports car?"

"Leather seat..." agreed Sara, mentally reviewing everything they'd said to see if there was anything missing.

"That it?"

"Apart from the porch and back deck..."

"Right, the swing seat and hot tub..." by now they'd entered the break room and, without realising it, drawn a bit of a crowd as the guys on shift with them were eager to learn just what the lovers were talking about.

"That's it!" declared Catherine triumphantly, unable to think of anywhere else they'd done.


"Think we're ready then?"

"I think so...we can't do any more preparation..." decided Sara thoughtfully, only to be interrupted by an amazed Greg,

"You call all that just 'preparation'?"

"Yes...why, what would you call it?"

"An orgy..." decided Greg with glassy eyes, whilst Nick agreed with a nod and added, 

"Or the very best frat party..."

"Huh?" Catherine was confused.

"You were talking about sex, right?" asked Warrick, suddenly nervous they'd completely misinterpreted their eavesdropping.

"No...Processing the McManders Mansion....we're in court tomorrow, and the case was 4 months ago...."

The End

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