Title: Distractions Author: Amy aka Lady Julieanne Disclaimer: CBS and thier affiliates own the characters and the show. I wish I did, but that does not change anything. Rating: PG-13 to NC-17, if you can't handle it, don't read it. Pairing: C/S Archiving/Distribuition: Ask and ye shall receive. Summary: This is Sara's POV during Bad Thoughts. It will help if you read that story. (Shameless plug) Feedback: Required. mail to js1n2001@ yahoo.com if you don't want to post it here. ********************************************************************** Greg's information is only halfway useful and I head back towards the interview rooms. I spot Catherine headed into her office and detour from my path to fill her in on what Greg tells me. She seems uninterested. I look into her eyes and see the now familiar desire just beneath the surface. I squirm a little in my chair wondering just what it is that Catherine expects from me. I know what she wants, but we are at work. And it would be beyond inappropriate. It's also high on the list of my favorite fantasies. Catherine pouts that my behavior in the interview wasn't nice. I pretend to not know what she's talking about and look at her with my best confused _expression. She elaborates for me and I stand up and wrap her in my arms and tell her she is irresistible. Behind me, the door is closed and I take advantage of this opportunity and lean in for a quick kiss. Catherine wants more. She licks and pulls at my lower lip and I only whimper in response before opening my mouth to her. I know that what we are doing is wrong. No sex in the workplace. It's a cardinal rule at every job. But she slips her hand under my shirt and starts sucking on the skin at my neck. Despite the feelings she is arousing in me, I warn her that we are at work and this is not the place to do this. There is no conviction in my voice at all. I want this just as bad as she does. And then she whispers the most amazing thing in my ear. She tells me she wants me. She needs me. She's wet for me. That's all it takes. A little bit of dirty talk from her and I feel a rush of my own wetness. My control is shattered. I get to work unbuttoning her shirt, wishing we were anyplace other than here so I could take my time with this. I love to see her naked. I understand why she made so much money as a dancer. She has a fantastic body. She is breathing lightly in my ear sending shivers down my spine. I open her shirt and unclasp her bra. When I gently cup the weight of one breast in my hand, Catherine throws her head back and moans my name. I love it when she does that. But here we must be quiet. I cover her mouth with my lips and kiss her slow and deep. I continue to kiss Catherine as my hands massage both of her breasts. As I run my fingers over her nipples, she moans into my mouth. It's an incredibly sexy sound. I adjust my position so that I am straddling her leg as she is gently pushed against the edge of her desk. I leave one hand to play with her nipple and my other roams down her stomach toward the button on her slacks. Catherine's mind catches up with my hands and she begs me to provide her with release. Once more I feel my desire for her increase. As I open Catherine's slacks, she roughly grabs my hips and pulls me hard onto her thigh. The rough barrier of clothes between our skin rubs against my sensitive clit and I groan in response. Who would have thought sex with clothes still on could be so exciting? I slip two fingers inside Catherine's panties and discover that she indeed wet. Incredibly wet. This only spurs me on. I know that we are at work and there is a need to be quick. Catherine buries her head in my neck as I slip two fingers inside her. She is moaning into my neck and this sound causes me to grind harder against her and pump my fingers faster inside of her. She definitely agrees with the increased tempo, because I realize suddenly that she bit down on my shoulder in an attempt to stifle her scream as she comes. As she bites down, she pulls me harder against her and the friction combined with the pain in my shoulder, brings me my own release. I can't help but tease her just a little more and when I remove my hand from her panties I make a big display of licking my hand clean. I look her right in the eye, and now that I have indeed sparked a new interest in her. That familiar look of desire is returning to her eyes. God I want her. Instead of acting on my feelings again, I reach around her and hook her bra back in place. I then button her shirt and close her pants. I need to remember just how much fun it can be to have sex in the workplace. I decide that this is something I would really like to again. And again and again. Fantasy does not compare to reality and even in my wildest dreams, it never felt this good. Now that it is time to go back to work, Catherine gives me one last lingering kiss and makes her way out of the office leaving me standing there with yet another grin on my face. I will never be able to look at her office the same again. I like that. I don't know how I'm going to face anyone tonight. The minute Grissom sees me he's going to know that something is wrong. Okay, well not wrong, but there is definitely something different about me today. And it's not like I can tell him about having hot sex while I'm at work. And I certainly can't tell him that the hot sex was with Catherine. Not that I wouldn't enjoy the look on his face, it's just that he would most likely explode after that. My mind wanders from topic to topic, not really thinking about the case. I grab a kit from a lab room and head into the interview room where Catherine is still trying to talk with Jonathan. It takes some needling, but we get him to give us fingerprint and saliva samples. I hand off the saliva to Greg, and head into a lab to check the prints. I know that I can enter them into AFIS and have a match, or not, in minutes, but I still take a bit of pride in doing it myself. I am finishing up my comparison when a hand brushes some stray hair behind my ear and a tongue licks up and down my ear. Oh god. If only she knew that I still wanted her. Maybe she does and that's why she's here. Then she does it again. I feel my desire flame up and settle in the pit of my stomach. I'm not sure if I can wait the few remaining hours until our shift is over. I know for sure I'm not waiting if she does that even one more time. The touch is velvet soft and sends shivers down my spine. She feels exquisite. While my mind settles in the gutter, she pulls me back to work by telling me she has my DNA results. Damn. I was seriously hoping for round two in the office. We share test results and she tells me she has talked with Scott again, but that he is waiting for his lawyer. So now we have some time to kill before we can get his samples. I remember the photos I have strewn across the table. I know that Catherine likes puzzles and I drop a few hints for her and tell her to figure it out. I head into the break room for more coffee. I can't explain how, but Greg can make an excellent pot of coffee. And it's not just the expensive coffee he buys, there's something else that makes it great. I need to ask him sometime about that. I think the only reason I drink so much coffee at work is because it's so good. I grab one of the latest journals, this one is forensic anthropology and it's actually quite interesting. It helps me understand a little more about Grissom's thing for Teri Miller. If I wasn't hung up on a certain someone, that might be avenue worth traveling. She is mentioned a lot in the many articles of this journal. She must be fascinating to talk with. Catherine rushes into the break room and interrupts me from my reading. She has it all figured out she says. I make a bet with her. I know she'll take me up on my offer, and as soon as I suggest we bet breakfast on the outcome, I see her eyes twinkle and I know that I was right. She agrees to take my bet and as far as I'm concerned she has just agreed to a wild morning of unforgettable sex. My mind appears to still be in the gutter, even after I tried to pry it out of there by reading that journal. As we talk, Catherine notices that Scott's lawyer has shown up and we head in to take his samples. Being near her seems to both slow time and speed it up. It feels like in a matter of seconds we've got the samples and we're both out of the room to get the tests done. But every second I'm near her part of my brain can think of nothing but her. And how long it is until we're alone again, without the scrutiny of being at work. What seems like hours later, I have the print results. Glancing at a clock, I notice it's only been ten minutes. Damn. The rest of this shift is going excruciatingly slow. Catherine meets up with me and we decide to divide and conquer. She goes off to have Jonathan arrested, and I go to speak with Scott. We've found his fingerprints on the murder weapon and I think I've figured out a way to get him to fess up. I go in the room with a swagger in my step and a smirk on my face. I want him to know that I control what happens in this room. I think I have him pegged, and it's all a ploy to get the information out of him. I tell him about his prints, and he protests that he didn't kill his wife. I neglect to tell him that Jonathan's prints were on the murder weapon too, and that Jonathan is being arrested right now. Instead I tell him it doesn't look good for him. He protests some more, but I can see his face turn red and anger dances just below the surface of his skin. Pulling my last trick, I invite in the female officer standing outside the room. I tell him that she will arrest him and escort him to booking. He thinks he's being arrested for murder and he is livid. Damn, it feels good to be right. He spills the beans right then and there. I knew that he didn't kill her, and from the looks of it, his attorney knew that I was playing his client. But Scott is so angry now that he doesn't listen to anyone and fills me in on the details. I meet Catherine in the hall and she tells me that Jonathan confessed. He is being hauled off by Brass, and he's crying like a baby. I've got to admit I love my job. On one hand, it's really shitty. I mean I meet people under the worst circumstances and I've seen and done things that would make a normal person's skin crawl. But in the end, the satisfaction I feel just from closing a case and catching the bad guy is such an adrenaline rush that I know I wouldn't give this up for anything. I remind Catherine about breakfast as I grin and walk away. From the rush I'm on now and the fact that even thinking about `breakfast' has me practically soaked already, I know that this morning is definitely going to be a wild ride. I only hope Catherine is ready. ********************************************************************** So that's it. What do you think?