Title: What The Hell?
By: reversedsam
Pairing: Cath/Sara
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: They're not mine, but I promise I'll have them back by midnight.
A/N: All mistakes and British spellings are mine.
Summary: A joke kinda backfires.

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How exactly do I get myself into these situations? I wonder as leave an extremely drunk Greg in his apartment and head back to my car, to an equally drunk Sara.

We went out for a drink tonight, Warrick wanted to introduce his wife and Grissom decided to let us go early, thankfully work was quiet.

Just in case we we're needed at work after all Nick and I decided not to drink, so when it was time to leave I said I'd take Sara and Greg home. They were both drunk. They acted like teenagers as I drove, bickering and giggling, it was funny as hell.

When we arrive at Sara's I walk around and open the passenger door.

Sara doesn't move for a second, just sits looking at me. "You are so gorgeous, did you know that?" She asks me as she finally turns around.

It's just my luck of late that the object of my affection would start coming on to me when she's completely out of it.

"Thank you." I can't help chuckle. "You are so drunk."

She's been flirting with me all-night. Something I'm more than happy about, given the fact I've had feelings for her for months, and were she not so drunk, I'd definitely call her on it. As it is, I'm finding it far too adorable. Besides, there's always tomorrow, and I fully intend to remind her of this.

"Am not." She says with a defiant shake of her head. "Even when I'm not drunk though." She adds.

"Even when you're not drunk what? Can you stand?"

"You're gorgeous, even when I'm not drunk and beautiful and really sexy too." She nods. "I'm standing aren't I?"

"No honey. You're not." I can't help laughing at Sara's puzzled expression. She is the cutest drunk I've ever seen.

She giggles before swinging her legs out of the car and almost falling, thankfully I catch her.

"See, I knew I was standing." She states. Seemingly very proud of herself. I laugh again as I lock the car up and help her to her apartment.

Twenty minutes, a few stumbles and much giggling later we finally reach Sara's apartment.

I manage to get her keys from her pocket and turn to open the door. I feel Sara place her hands on my hips to steady herself. "Did you know you have a great ass?" She asks, her tone deadly serious. As if she's just asked me a genuinely important question. "Really, you are so hot." She adds.

How in the hell did she get so drunk anyway? She didn't drink that much, but knowing Sara she didn't eat all shift, not a good idea when you're planning to go drinking.

And why the hell does she have so many keys. I've tried three already and still haven't opened the door. I'm beginning to think it would have been quicker letting her do this.

"Which one of these actually opens the door Sara?" I say over my shoulder.

Her hands slide around my waist and her chin comes to rest on my shoulder. "That one." She says with a small nod in the general direction of the keys.

God this is so funny. "Thanks. That really helped." I joke.

"You smell really good." She states, tightening her hold on me. Unable to stop myself, I lean back into her a little, and my body chooses to start reacting to the feel of her pressed against me just as she starts placing kisses along the side of my neck. I stop all attempts at opening the door and feel myself tilting my head to give her exploring mouth better access. I hear a whimper as she finds a sensitive spot and realise it came from me. Okay, time to get out of this situation.

I try the remaining keys as quickly as I can, trying hard to ignore her kisses. Finally I open the door, walking forward to break her hold on me.

"Right, I'll get you some water." I say as I head to the kitchen. Getting her a glass of water and heading back. She standing in the same place I left her, leaning against her desk, trying to take off her jacket. I manage to stifle the laugh as I walk towards her. I cannot wait till she's sober so I can tease her about this.

"Drink." I tell her as I hand her the glass. I undo the buttons of her jacket while she drinks and slip it from her shoulders when she puts the glass down. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

Thankfully the apartment isn't that big so finding the bedroom proves easy enough. Once we get there Sara sits on the bed and kicks her shoes off. She starts undoing the buttons of her shirt and I will myself to look away, a half naked Sara, a flirting half naked Sara at that, is very bad for my self-control. Relief washes over me when I notice she has a tank top under it.

"Hey, I'm gonna head home now okay?" I say as I move to stand in front of her, making sure she hears me.

"What? Why?" She asks as she raises her eyes to meet mine, trying to focus on me.

"I just wanted to make sure you got home safe."

She looks confused for a second before shaking her head. Her hands grab my hips and she pulls me so I'm standing between her legs. "Nope. Stay."

"Sara, I need some sleep honey."

Her arms move around my waist, pulling me closer. She looks confused again before replying. "Stay. Sleep here, with me." She says as she rests her head against my stomach.

My hands automatically come to rest on her head, fingers combing through her hair. God this feel so right. Holding her close like this. I could quickly get used to it.

I decide right then, in the morning, when she's sober, I will tell her how I feel. After tonight I know she is at least physically attracted to me. I just hope that isn't all it is.

"Did I tell you how gorgeous you are?" She asks as she lifts her head again. I can't help laugh a little as I nod my reply. She is just so cute right now. "I love here." She announces as she leans in and kisses my belly button. "S'really cute." She mumbles before kissing my stomach again.

My breath hitches at the feel of her soft lips against my skin, my stomach muscles clench and I pull her head back, stopping her kissing me again.

"I'm going now." I tell her. This could easily get out of hand.

She looks up at me again and shakes her head adamantly. "Can't. You have to stay." She tells me.

"I really can't Sara."

"I don't understand." She shrugs, looking confused once more. "Why?"

"We'll talk about this tomorrow, I promise. But I have to go now."

She seems to think for a second before meeting my eyes again. "Please, stay. I want to hold you."

Jesus. I think my heart actually stops for a second at her words, at the tenderness in her voice as she spoke them. I feel every single ounce of resolve I have slipping away at her request. The pleading look in her eyes making the decision for me.

I know I should go. She'll be confused as hell when she finds me here later. I know she feels something for me, and I want so badly to fall asleep in her arms. So screw consequences, I'll deal with them later.

"Okay, but sleep. Nothing more." I clarify.

Much to my amusement she gives me a seriously cheeky grin and shakes her head before replying. "Can't sleep yet, I have to kiss you. You're very kissable."

Kissable? Oh that's too funny; she would never say anything like that if she were sober. I laugh at her statement; it's adorable to see her like this. And although I'd very much like to take her up on that offer, it's just not something I'm letting happen.

"No babe, sleep or I go home." I say.

"Sleep then." She nods, giving me the most amazing smile.

I extract myself from her arms and set about finding us something to sleep in. Five minutes later I'm getting changed in the bathroom, wondering once more why the hell I let myself get into these situations.

When I return to the bedroom my breath catches at the sight that greets me. Sara is stretched out along the bed in just her tank top and panties. Having decided to ignore the sleep clothes I gave her. She is simply gorgeous.

How the hell am I meant to sleep now? A barely dressed Sara in the same bed is not a good thing when trying to relax.

"Sara, you wanna put those shorts on?" I ask as I sit on the empty side of the bed. "In case you get cold." I say, as if it's nothing to do with the fact that her wearing so little right now is not good for my health. Thankfully she's too drunk to question why I just told her to put shorts on in case she's cold.

"Nope, too hot."

"Right. Okay. Well, good night." I say as I lie down, as far away from her as the bed will allow.

The distance I put between us lasts for all of six seconds as I feel Sara's arm over my waist. "Come here." She says, pulling me closer to her, her head comes to rest on my shoulder as soon as she's close enough. She throws a leg over mine and wraps her arm around me. I listen to her sigh and feel a light kiss on my neck. "Thank you." She says before settling again.

I run my fingers through her hair as I lie awake, just revelling in the feel of her in my arms, her arms holding me close. I could definitely get used to this.

I smile to myself as her breathing evens out. I wonder how much she'll remember when she wakes. I am going to have so much fun teasing her about this; a plan starts to form in my mind as I feel myself drifting off. After all I do have to repay her for the torture she's put me through tonight. Oh yeah, this is going to be fun.

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