Title: Internal Affairs ficlet
By: reversedsam
Pairing: Cath/Sara
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: G
Disclaimers: They're not mine, but I promise I'll have them back by midnight.
A/N: All mistakes and British spellings are mine.
Spoilers: Rashomama
Summary: I watched Rashomama and decided to tweak a little.

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"Hey Catherine."

I hear Gil's voice behind me as I pour myself a coffee.

"Yeah?"

"Internal affairs are here. Can you go find Sara for me?"

"Sure." I nod. Putting my cup down and heading out to look for her. Gil throws a thanks over his shoulder as he heads off.

I feel sorry for Sara, Nick and Greg. It's some shitty luck losing all the evidence like that. Thankfully we figured out it had nothing to do with any of them being negligent. Not that anyone in the lab thought it was. But at lease internal affairs won't have anything to possibly use against them.

I strike gold on my first try when I open the locker room door. The rooms in darkness and my girl is curled up on the bench.

She's not your girl Catherine. I remind myself as I quietly close the door and flick one of the lights on.

She must be exhausted. There's no way she'd be sleeping on the job otherwise. I should just call her. But this opportunity is too good to pass up. I make my way over to her and kneel down.

She looks beautiful. Not that she doesn't usually. But relaxed, as she is now, she's even more stunning. Unable to resist I bring my hand up and let my fingers run along her cheekbone. I watch as they move, enjoying the soft skin under my fingertips.

As my fingers leave her skin I realise she's awake. Eyes full of curiosity. Sleepy smile playing at her lips.

I don't feel the panic I assumed I would. Surprising, given how inappropriate my actions are. It just feels right.

"Hey." I say softly. "Internal affairs are here. You'll be able to get some sleep soon."

"Thanks." She says as she gets up.

"You go get this sorted out. I'll go get you some coffee."

She nods and gives me a breathtaking smile before straightening herself up and heading out. That's my girl, right back to business.

Once again I remind myself that she's not my girl.

Not yet anyway.

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