Title: First Impressions
By: lewis771750
Pairing: Cath/Sara
Challenge: Misunderstanding/Confusion
Spoilers: Cool Change
Rating: Probably PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, I do this just for fun.

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I was angry at Warrick for leaving Holly; angry at Holly for getting killed; scared for myself; and angry at myself because I had done exactly what Warrick had done. All of that was building up as a good case of resentment against this woman Grissom was bringing in from San Francisco to investigate the killing. It wasn't fair, but I guess she should be expecting it, unless she was so green she shouldn't be doing the job.

When she came into the room I was stunned. She was drop-dead gorgeous, I could feel my body respond to her presence like it would to the reappearance of a lover. I was more than a little flustered by this immediate response to a stranger. I wasn't completely inexperienced with loving women, but it wasn't a big part of my history. I had no idea about her sexuality, I just knew that I desired her, with an instant, insistent lust.

When she asked if I was Catherine Willows I should have said yes. What I wanted to say was kiss me, ravish me. What I actually said sounded hostile and defensive; I claimed Catherine was out in the field, denying my name.

I was confused, the resentment that I'd felt for this intruder was gone, replaced by an unthinkable hunger for her, maybe even the first stirrings of love. Yet my words still sounded like resentment was all I was feeling. Better than admitting the truth I guess, but not good for a long-term relationship, personal or professional.

Fortunately Sara seemed to ignore the hostility I was projecting and the lust I was really feeling. She offered politely, calmly and professionally to help me with the evidence. She did help too, but there was just a glimmer of a smile that made me hope that she might feel more for me than just professional courtesy. Maybe it was all wishful thinking, driven by my lust.

Part of me hoped it was just a good professional relationship, working with another smart woman. Part of me hopes she stays, wants to have her here, to see if she reciprocates my interest. Part just wondered how she was having this effect upon me. Part of me needs her to go, work-place romances aren’t ever good. Being rejected? I can cope with that. And yet, I hope I get to taste her lips before that happens.

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