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FF: Smooth Burn [C/S]

Title: Smooth Burn...

Author: The Dark Zodiac

Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Pairing: Catherine Willows / Sara Sidle [Cara] 

You: Catherine Willows

Setting: End of Season 4.

Spoilers: Seasons 1 - 9.

Rating: M

Warning: Contains girl on girl action, if this offends please stop here. 

Disclaimer: I own nothing. They belong to the suits. I just play in other people's sandboxes. Seriously suing me isn't a good idea all you'll get is an IOU and nothing much else.

Summary: Mix whiskey and clichés together see what happens

Author's Note: Amazingly brittle muse strikes again! Second part of my Smooth Burn stories. Same idea different couples.  This is the second Smooth Burn. 

The bar tender sets your order down in front of you. The best whiskey the bar has. It's expensive but you don't care. You admire the colour in the glass. On the rocks of course. You don't drink whiskey often but something about today makes you want to drink.

You're in a bar in Vegas. It's not on the Strip. The strip's a little gaudy for your taste today. You've tucked yourself in one of the non script bars. A serious drinker's place.

You roll it around in your hand, almost hypnotised by the deep amber colour and the way it clings to the glass. It's so pretty, you absently smile at that thought. You despise the word but you find it oddly comforting.

You've got a brunette to burn. You want to burn her away, but you know that is a foolish endeavour. Your desire isn't that easy to burn away although you wish you could. Just burn or block it out. 

Your phone starts to sing, you can hear it through the padding of your purse. You pick your purse up and open it. Digging your phone out you flip it open. Chris. You remember him well, the guy you used to get over 7 months of going with out. The sex was good. But you press the reject button and toss it into your purse again. You're not stupid, he could hurt you, after all he is a night club manager, and he’d have the girls lining up. And you don't want to take a number.

You're heart sick or maybe love stoned or even lust blinded.   You don't really know. You don't understand why you want to burn Sara Sidle into your senses. Or burn her out of your senses. The metaphor doesn't really work for you. The lust you feel is like fire but that's about it.

You can't put your finger on why she attracts you. You're shallow as the next person, but something about Sara gets under your skin. Maybe it's because she gets under your skin. She's always got a fire about her, she doesn't take your shit, and you don't take hers. Maybe you can imagine all the angry sex you could have. The image of an angry Sara makes you squirm slightly as the burn starts a slow pulse through your veins.

You take a sip. The smoothness burns down your throat. You revel in that. It's the first kick, you ate well so the alcohol won't go straight your head. You don't care who watches you. You're not stupid, you know you're attractive. You've known that ever since you were old enough to recognise the signs of attraction. You played on that for years when you were a stripper.

You laugh at your own thoughts, shaking your head as you slowly sip the liquid. You're nursing your drink; you don't want to let it go just yet. Your senses are filled with the whiskey, sight of the colour, sound of it moving against the glass, touch of the glass in your hand, the taste of it laying on your tongue and lips, the smell of it as you drink it.

You consider ordering another. You check the time; it's well past quitting time. But you have to time it. Because she just might be staying behind. You don't want to turn up and she's not there because you know that by the time the morning's out, you want to be fucking Sara Sidle.

Maybe if you fuck her, then you'll get her out of your head. You've lost count how many times since she arrived that you've woken up in the middle of the night with thoughts of her going through your head. You just figured it out a couple of years ago, when you woke up with the feeling of being held. Just after Eddie's case. Hearing her plea I did my best. They way she used your hated nickname, so tenderly. Cat. You hate the nickname but yet it sounded so good on her lips. Your mind gifts with the image of Sara's mouth as she said "Cat." You remember her mouth.

Or how many times your hand's ended up in-between your legs because of it. You've never pin pointed why she is the one that breaks the trend. But you don't want to question it too much, because you might lose the feeling and you don't want to do that just yet. Not until you've had her.

That makes you smile. You know that your target is waiting for you.   With all the conflicted thoughts about her. The way she is. You want to possess her just for this moment, if that's all you get. You want her to feel this. Maybe you want her to share the burn. Maybe you'll make her burn for you. That makes you smile. You're burning for her now.

You get up. You swing your purse around, leaning over you ask the bar tender if he can call you a cab, after the obligatory rack check he nods. You flash him a smile. He blinks slightly as your smile goes predatory

You get up and walk away. You know that people are watching, you put a little extra sway in your hips as you walk out. The smile on your face is still there. The lust is fizzing around your blood is making you bold. Even bolder than usual.

The yellow cab pulls up, you open the door and get in. The taxi driver meets your eyes in the rear window. He asks, "Where to?" You reel off Sara's apartment address. You found it when Gil's back was turned, he was busy and you timed it perfectly.

You look towards the lightening sky. You smile contently. The driver tries to make conversation. You bat his questions away, you're too busy thinking about Sara to care. The cab ride is soon over. You tip him then disappear into the building. Your bag swings with your movement you're holding the strap in your left hand.

Riding up in the lift. You lean against the back. You exclude the whole vibe of being in control. You have to exclude something. You don't want to be nervous, because that feels like weakness. You've got to be confident because you won't get your way with out being confident.

You walk down the corridor. It almost feels like a strut. But it's more than that. It feels like you're stalking. You shake your head. Then you're standing in front of her door. You raise your hand and knock.

There's noises behind the door. You wait. There's a scuffing noise. Then the door swings open. 

She's standing there, shorts and a vest top. She looks like she's just about to go to bed. You ask her if you could come in. You mentally drool at her outfit that manages to show off a few of her ... undercover talents. The vest top rests low across her chest, she's not wearing a bra. And those shorts show off her legs, they're short without being obscene but you wouldn't of mind if they were a little shorter...

Sara gives you a look. Then she waves her hand. "Sure whatever." She sounds dismissive, but you hope that she will change her mind. You can change it for her.

She walks into the small but functional kitchen. She asks you why you're here. You say that you came to talk to her.

She turns to you. "Talk?" She asks. "Or lecture." She says. She folds her arms over her chest. 

You move towards her. "Just talk. Nothing more." You say. "No lectures." You comment about Gil. How you're not the lecturing type. You prefer to let people make mistakes and learn from them without the sermon.

Sara's eyes flash, but she just shakes her head. "Couldn't you choose a better time?" She asks almost petulantly. "It's the first time I've been able to clock out and have some time off in the last 3 weeks."

You smile internally. You knew that she was off. "I just wanted to talk to you before you went off for a couple of days."

Sara eyes you sceptically. "How did you know that I was off?" She asks you. She's challenging you. She seems distrustful. You don't blame her but you like having her a little uneasy. Makes it fun, makes it interesting.

You walk towards her, "Gil mentioned it." You tell her. Which is true, because he seemed to be relieved that he'd managed to get her to take a few days off.

She sighs then shakes her head. She seems to accept your answer. She looks at you again. "So what do you want to talk about?"   She asks you.

You move to her. She looks at you. Then you make your move. You drop your bag on the floor, you really don't care for the noise, in two steps you're in front of her. You press her up against the counter. 

"What are you doing?" She almost snarls out. 

You just smile at her. You move your hips in a slow circle. Letting her feel what's there. 

Sara's eyes nearly pop out of her head. She stares at you like you've grown two heads. You mock her, "I'm sure you know what this is." You smirk at her, the smirk is just a touch wicked, "And you probably know what I'm going to do with it." You have a method in this madness. It maybe a cliché but you know that you'd want to your hands free. Because you won't be able not touch her. Your fingers tingle as you imagine touching her skin. 'We eat with our eyes', it's a simple truth that you know all too well. You're feeling greedy, you want to touch and taste.

Sara's eyes narrow. Her hand moves but you catch it easily, pushing it down to her side. You know that she was going to push you away, but you're not letting her push you away. You lean up to her, kissing her. She doesn't respond. She pulls away, "What are you doing?"

You smirk, "Add it up genius." You tell her. 

Sara blinks then she shakes her head, "Just leave Catherine." She says, she goes to push you away. But you pin her again. Pressing yourself up against her. Letting her feel what this is doing to you. For you.

Sara just stares at you. She seems to not believe that you want this. "This isn't happening." She lays emphasis on the 'happening'.

That sounds like a note of consent. You move your hands, to around her waist. You kiss her this time a little more tender than the last kiss. She responds. It's just a flick of her tongue against your lip. You part your lips. She slides her tongue inside your mouth.

You let her play for a few minutes before you pull away. You move, kneeling in front of her. You slide your hand up her torso. Purposely pushing the heel of your hand into her flesh. Sara tries to cross her legs, but you stop her thighs coming together. You move your hands to her hips. You have to admit she has nice legs. Maybe later you can feel how good they feel wrapped around you. That makes you smile.

Sara looks down, then you curl your fingers around her shorts. You can feel something else underneath. You drag the shorts down her legs. You see the red lace. You smirk. Then file that away for maybe the next time. The image of Sara in red lace makes you almost drool. You look back at her as she steps out of her shorts. 

There's a beat before you lean in. Pressing a kiss against the cotton covered stomach. Then you lower your head, settling your mouth in-between her legs.

You smile as she jerks her hips as you taste her. You move your hands, holding her to your hungry mouth. You don't want to waste a drop. You want to ravage her, just to start the show. This is just entree.

Sara's hand comes down on your hair, she digs her fingers into your hair. You like it, she's holding you were she wants you. You suck her clit. You hear her moan. It abruptly cuts off when she realises that she's made a noise. You smile smugly. Then move away for a second. You can feel the fingers in your hair loosen slightly. Then you push your tongue inside.

That gets you a whimper. It's more like a moan but she's not making it easy for you. But you know that she's liking it, her words mean nothing when you've got her body responding like this. You take your right hand away from her hip, you angle your hand so that your thumb lands on her clit. That gets you a moan. That makes you clench, you start to move faster inside her. You can't wait to hear her come. You adjust your position so that you can dive deeper into her. You start moving your thumb faster.

She doesn't last much longer. She gasps. It sounds like a cross between your name and a moan. The other hand digs into your hair as she bucks hard against your mouth. You swallow what ever she's got to give. She tastes sweeter now. The sweetest submission. 

You finally let up. You move your mouth away. Her fingers fall away. You look at her. She looks beautiful. There's a red flush to her skin, her eyes are half closed. You smile, you can't wait to see this image even more when you get inside her. You move your hand it's still stained. You put it against her stomach.

Sara looks down, you make a big deal of licking your lips, sucking them into your mouth. Moaning at her taste. It tastes sweet because you've just made Sara Sidle come. You know that this is just a taster, there's more to come. You just had to have a taste for a starter, you have an agenda now.

You straighten up, you move close to her, nuzzling into her hair. You can smell her shampoo. She must have had a shower, because she smells clean. You can't hardly smell her own smell. You smile, closing your eyes and letting her scent fill your senses. Sara turns her head, you kiss her. Allowing her to tease your mouth open. She moans into your mouth as she tastes herself on your lips.

You start pulling her away from the kitchen. You want to move somewhere different, maybe the sofa or the bedroom...

Sara twists around, she's now leading you towards something. You pull away from the kiss. You grab her top and pull it over her head. Then you push her down onto the small chair. Sara looks up at you. She's completely naked. 

You let your eyes devour her. You lick your lips as you let your eyes roam. You want to savour this moment. It's a pause, a freeze frame moment that you want keep. Sara Sidle naked in front of you. This moment is better than you imagined. Better than you could of fantasised. You can't wait until you get your hands on her. Feed the Pavlov reflex. Give yourself something to get you off when you think about this moment.

She doesn't say a word. She sits forward. She rubs her palms against your stomach. You shed your jacket dropping it down. She pushes up your top. She kisses your stomach, pushing her tongue into your belly button. You squirm. Sara pulls away. She smiles, then her hands go to your trousers. 

"No." You say. "Don't." You don't want her to do that. You want to fuck her, that isn't in your plans. 

Sara just nods, she looks away. You stroke her hair, smoothing it out. You wish her hair was curly, like you've seen it before. But you like it straight. Gives her a 'look', dark hair, dark eyes. You smile at that, then you kneel down. Making sure that you're tall enough for her to undo your top, without much difficultly.

"Take my top off Sara." You tell her. "Please."

Sara nods, she moves forward. She spreads her legs to get comfortable. You see that she's wet. You can't help but smile Sara catches your look, she ducks her head. Then she puts her hands on your waist. She bends her head and licks and sucks against your collarbone. You shiver.

"You taste sweet." Sara whispers. She moves her hands, pushing the straps off your shoulders. She presses a kiss to each shoulder, before she reaches around and finds the zip of your top. She gropes slightly but she grasps the zip. She drags the zip down. Her other hand moves so that she can pull the top away from your skin. She drags her nails your back, which gets her a moan from your lips.

Sara looks back at you. She smiles, then she curls her hands around your top. You move your arms allowing her to take it off you. She drops it down, her hands move to your back pulling you forward so that she can start kissing you again. What surprises you that she starts to kiss your breast bone.

You watch as she kisses her way to your breasts. One hand moves so she can cup your left breast and her mouth goes to your right breast. She licks your nipple first. You move your hand, curling it into her hair and you guide her mouth to your breast. You hiss as she bites it. She tweaks the other one at the same time. Your fingers curl into her scalp, holding her there.

She sighs, as she moves forward. She's teasing you. You jolt your hips, warning her what you have in mind when she's finished teasing you. She changes over. Her mouth teasing the left now her hand teases the right.

You endure this tease for a few minutes before you guide her head back up. You kiss her fiercely not allowing her to settle into the kiss. You bite her bottom lip, earning you a moan which you swallow as you push your tongue inside her mouth. You dominate the kiss for a few minutes before you pull away.

Sara leans in, she almost whimpers when you move your mouth away from her. She looks so needy. It's such a fillip to see her like that. It warms your blood even more when she pleads with you. Her eyes plead but she doesn't say a word.

"Are you ready Sara?" You ask her, cupping her face.

Sara looks at you, then she nods.

You stand up. You kick off your heels, leaving yourself bare foot as you undo your trousers. Sara's still looking at you, "Go lie down on the floor." You tell her. "Spread your legs."

Sara nods. She slides off the chair. She lies down in front of you. You take off your trousers, you kneel down. You sit on your heels for a few seconds so you can look at her. She's just lying there, waiting for you. There's something deliciously intoxicating about this image. You shake your head. It's not just intoxicating, it's enthralling that you have her this close. She wants you. No hiding. Lying on that wooden floor, her body squirming against the hard wood that she's lying on.

You run your hand up her leg. Letting your palm trace over her skin. Sara twitches slightly as you run your palm up the curve of her hip and ass. "You're beautiful you know that." You tell her, "Just lying there." You look into her eyes, "Waiting for me." You add, then you lean over her, putting your hands next to her waist so you can hold yourself up, then kiss her softly. You don't push it, it's mainly chaste. Sara seems to recognise this and she kisses you back. You pull away from that tempting mouth. 

Sara guides you inside her. She bites her lip as you enter her. You smile, as she gasps, you hold yourself still so that she can get used to this. 

"Do you want me to move Sara?" You ask her, "Say the words." You taunt her. "Come on Sara, you know you want it." You twist your hips slightly. 

"Please Catherine." She says, "Please."

You smile then you withdraw to the tip. "Are you sure Sara?" You tell her, "C'mon beg me Sara." You smirk at her.

"Catherine...please." She implores you.

You smile, then thrust into her. Your gasp is swallowed up by her gasp. Her eyes are wide. You can't help but look back at her. There's something in her eyes. You know that you're revealing too much in this opening exchange, but you can't help it. You're half expecting her to push you away, but then she leans up pressing a kiss against your mouth. She accepts this.

You take your cue and start moving against her. She moves her hands, digging her fingers into your hips. You angle your hips so you can fuck her harder. 

The moan doesn't surprise you at all. You don't speed your hips up, you take your time. Slow hard thrusts that have her writhing underneath you. Her hands flexing as you keep up your rhythm. You can feel her tightening around you. Her face is starting to show the signs that she's coming closer to her orgasm. You move your hand, and press your thumb hard against her clit.

She swears. The dirty word. "Fuck." She says. You thrust hard into her. As her reward for that little word. Now she pleads with you. You can barely hear it but it your name mixed in with desperate pleas for you to fuck her hard, and not to stop. She's almost begging. You pull out of her, but your thumb works slow circles around her clit.

"Tell me." You hiss into her ear, "Tell me Sara Sidle. Tell me that you want me."

Sara opens her mouth, it's a wordless whine that greets you, "Please Catherine. Please fuck me, please." She spits out.

You smirk, then you thrust back into her. Your teeth go to her shoulder and you bite her shoulder as you start pounding inside her. You don't care if you draw blood, all you care about is getting Sara to come. Sara's hands move from your hips to your hair. Tugging your mouth up, you move your mouth. She wants a kiss.

You kiss her, her fingers lace into your hair holding you there. You want to pull away from her to hear her come. But she refuses. You feel her arch into you, the shudder of her body. The way she's gasping into the kiss. You tear your mouth away from hers. You look at her.

Her eyes are closed, she's not given you the pleasure of seeing her eyes when she came. You want to see her eyes when she comes. You're slowing down your thrusts so you can soothe her through her orgasm.

When she's stopped shuddering, she opens her eyes, then she smiles. It's a satisfied smile, then she moves her hand, putting it on your neck and she kisses you so sweetly. It satisfies you for a few seconds. You want a little more. You have plans, and you're not going to let go. You feel high, intoxicated by this power. You're enthralled by this, and now you want more. Even more than when you saw her naked waiting for you.

Sara pulls away, you withdraw from her, standing up. You offer your hand to her. She takes it. You help her up.

Sara looks at you shyly. "Come to bed." She murmurs, "We'll be a lot more comfortable." She gives you a wicked smile.

You smirk at her, "Of course."

Sara smiles then begins to lead to her bedroom. But you tug on her hand and turn her around, kissing her again. Sara opens her mouth, you suck her tongue into your mouth, sucking on it so you hear her moan. 

Somehow you stumble, pushing her into the window. You feel her shiver. You pull away from her mouth, you move to her neck, putting your hands on the window as you ravish her neck.

Her skin tastes good, clean but salty with the sweat that has appeared. You hum your delight, before you move down her collarbone. Repeating her trick of licking across your collarbone. You taste her then kiss it. You're tempted to mark her but you put that on the back burner for the moment as you move your mouth to her breasts.

You tease her right breast while your hand acquaints it's self with the feel and the weight of her left. Her skin is so soft. 

You hear her hiss as you tease her as much as she teased you. Her hands move to your shoulders. Her nails rake down your shoulder blades. You jolt your hips. Then the idea comes into your head.

Sara grins as you come back up, "Not easily satisfied." She smirks as you kiss her again.

"Not at all. You make me so." You reply as she guides you back inside. This time you gasp. Sara leans her head back against the glass. Again not letting you see what you want. You move slowly. You'll get to see it soon you hope.

Sara's hands move now, smoothing themselves over your back. You sigh happily. The caress relaxes you, but you're already pretty relaxed. You can feel the tingling of your own orgasm, but you want it to be on a slow burn. You want to savour this built up. There's no hurry this time. 

Sara's hands move, she is still stroking down your back, tracing little shapes over your skin. You're still staring at her, even though she isn't looking at you, you can still savour the way the lights play over her skin and the image of fucking her against the window isn't a bad image either.

Sara drops her head, resting against your shoulder. You feel her teeth on your neck. You smirk, as her hands hold you there. She has her own plans than seems to revolve around your neck. Her mouth makes you shiver, one of her hands slide down to relieve the ache in-between her own legs. You can feel it against your stomach. You speed up just slightly. You moan as you feel your own orgasm approaching.

Her mouth moves to your ear, "Are you enjoying this Catherine?" She whispers in your ear. "Fucking me so everyone can see me." She grins, "I guess that turns you on doesn't it? You're a show off aren't you Catherine?"

You start to put more force into your thrusts, "You enjoy it Sara." You whisper, "Does that turn you on, being naked and spread so wide that I could fit my hand inside you with this?" You twist your hips proving the point as she gasps in your ear. "Maybe when I've finished taking you up against here, maybe I'll take you from behind."

Sara whimpers, her hand is now frantically working in-between her own legs. The images that are zipping through your head, Sara's right hand in-between her own legs coupled with the image of her bend over on her knees with you behind her fucking her trigger your orgasm. "Sara." You hiss as you slam her against the window, you hear the slapping noise as her ass hits the window, it doesn't dislodge her in fact she tightens her grip on you, like an anchor holding on for dear life as she comes a few seconds after you do.

This time you're still shuddering as she moves her head, kissing you, her mouth is hungry this time. You relax into her mouth enjoying the kiss. Her hands are now stroking your hair, you sigh as you pull away.

Sara smiles, "This time we will go to the bedroom." She says, she nuzzles your cheek. You let her explore. Her hand cups your other cheek as she kisses your cheek. She explores the side of your face with her lips and tongue.

You pull away from her when she's finished, withdrawing from her. Sara takes your hand then leads you down the small corridor to the bedroom.

Your eyes trace over her again, but this time you want to let a few of your other senses take over. You stop, she turns slightly, but you press yourself up against her. She can feel the toy, but you want her to feel your skin.

You need this for the pictures that your mind is making. The 3D images that you'll use to get yourself off if it's the only night you will spend together. You won't be able not to think about Sara for the next few days. You need to feed every sense. Pavlov, not withstanding. You need this picture. You need it for the wet dreams that you will have, you can replay this in your mind creating new fantasies based on these pictures.

You move your mouth, your hands massage over her shoulders. Sara shivers as you massage your hands over her back and her ass. Then you start kissing her shoulders, open mouthed kisses allowing you to taste her skin. Everything feeds into your senses. The way that Sara is trembling at the touches. The way she whimpers when you hit a good spot and the way you rake your teeth and nails over the perfect skin.

You absently wonder how someone could turn this down. If Sara is as responsive as she is with you...You smile at your victory. More for me. You think smugly.

You return to her neck but before you can start kissing it, she turns around and pulls you into a fierce kiss, she drags you into a room.

You pull away from her. You take in her bedroom, it's cosy, a large king sized bed with a iron headboard in the centre of the room. The walls are the same colour as the living room a rich purple. The sheets on the bed are a deep red. The heavy black curtains haven't been pulled over so the mid morning Vegas sun streams through.

"I'll get on the bed." You tell her, you strut over, bending slightly so you can pull the covers off the bed. You get up onto to the bed and then put your hands over your head. Like you were relaxing, you raise your eyebrow.

Sara smirks at you. Then she gets up on to the bed. Her eyes are now hungry. She's finally give up on hiding what she wants. She straddles your stomach, she grinds against your stomach, you can feel how wet she is. She slides her right hand down her own thigh, slipping it in-between her legs. 

Your eyes widen as she starts to touch herself. There's a gush of wetness that helps her slide easier on your stomach.

"Sara, please." You beg her.

Sara looks back down, "What do you want Catherine?" She pauses, "Tell me sweetheart, and I'll make it all better." There's a smirk almost a leer on her face.

You jerk your hips, "I want to be inside you." You plead with her.

Sara smiles, then she cups your face with her free hand, she strokes your cheek, "OK." She says, "Wrap your hands around the rails."

You do want you've been told. Sara lifts herself off your stomach, then she slides herself onto the toy. You gasp as she takes you inside her, you can feel her completely. You jerk your hips but Sara doesn't move. She adjusts herself so that she's comfortable.

You try to lean up, but she leans over, grabbing you by the shoulders, pushing you back down, the hip thrust proves the point, you can't help the moan that escapes your lips.

Sara bends her head, her black hair covering face. She's hiding again, you want to see her. You want to see her eyes as she fucks herself on you. It's not shyness that she hides. The light comes on over your head, she feels vulnerable.    You wonder if she's always this vulnerable. It makes you clench, something appeals to you about this...

Sara gasps, throwing her head back, your eyes take in the curve of her neck, her hands are pinching and palming her breasts. You devour her as she brings you both closer to orgasm with the rolling motion of her hips. You want to reach up and help her, or just slide your hand down so you can feel how swollen her clit must be. You bite your lip as you dig your fingers into your palm as you remember touching it.

As if she can read your mind, Sara lets her left hand drift so she can touch herself. She doesn't look at you she seems hypnotised by the movements of her own hand.

Your moan makes her eyes dart away, there's a smile on her face as she pushes down hard, she's really going for it. She wants to see you come as much as you want to come yourself.

You arch up against her as you come. You want to let go so you can wrap yourself around her. You want to bite her, taste her skin as you come.

She falls forward, you can feel her breath on your skin, she's panting, you know by the pattern of her breathing that she's just come, but she's not looking at you, her eyes are looking at something else.

She bends her head nuzzling your neck, she nips at your pulse point. You unwind your fingers bending them so you can get the blood running through them again, when you're satisfied that you can feel your fingers you wind them into her hair and pull her to you.

Sara looks back at you. "Trust me." You say to her. "I won't hurt you." You add. Just waiting for her response.

Sara nods, she doesn't say a word. You turn her over onto her back, grabbing her hands and pushing them over her head. Sara takes the hint and wraps her hands around the bars of the head board. You're still inside her.

"Wrap your legs around me Sara." You whisper.

Sara does what you ask. You smile, then lean in, this kiss is your way of marking her. You bit her bottom lip before sucking it into your mouth. You lick and suck at it before she moans and you pull away.

You ravish her mouth while you start rocking gently against her. This will be the last act this morning so you want to work her up slowly. You know that she won't be sitting comfortably for a few days after this, you want her to know that you've done this.

Sara moans into the kiss before she pulls away, she moves against you. There's something about this contrast, her vulnerability with the blatantly sexual movements that she's making now. Your hands are now gripping her hips, forcing yourself in harder.

There's the sound of the mattress moving underneath your weight, but soon the noise is eclipsed by your breathing. It seem so loud to your ears.

You can't help but watch her as she responds to you. You're treated to a different side of Sara Sidle. A seductive sexual aspect that you can't help want more.

You've always been the type to jump in with two feet. You don't care that you might of judged this wrong. But looking down at her, eyes wide, flushed and sweaty. Her mouth swollen from where you've ravished it. Now you can't hide what is in your eyes. You want to her to see that you don't regret this intimacy. That's the most important part to you. You want no regrets. You just hope that she doesn't regret it either.

You move your right hand, putting it over her breast. You can feel her heart thundering. You imagine that your heart is doing the same. You thrust upwards. Her heels dig in harder, her thighs clench. You don't care if she leaves bruises, they'll be a reminder of what happened and how you both enjoyed it.

Sara tries to look away from you, you don't let her, putting your hand on her cheek, cupping it, bringing her eyes back to you.

"Don't look away Sara baby." The endearment slips out so easily, "I want to see you come please." Your left hand is now gently touching her clit. Your right has returned to her hip steadying holding her.

Her eyes lock on yours. You smile, bending you head, you almost kiss her but you moan as you come joining you both for the last time tonight. Sara's eyes are beautiful, you can't help but watch as she comes a few seconds after you. You slow your thrusts until you're hardly moving as you come down.

Sara's breathing is the only thing heard as you drop yourself down. You pant slightly as you start to untangle yourself from her. Her legs fall from your back. You move your hand from in-between her legs, you see her essence on your hand, you can't help but smile as you clean it off your skin. Still as sweet as it was the first time. Your hand uncurls from her hip. You press a kiss to her breast, you can still feel her heart thudding.

"Catherine." Your name explodes from her lips, it's almost a gasp as she forces air into her lungs.

You smile fondly, then kiss her chastely on the lips. "Hush Sara." You say her name fondly, "No more words." You tell her.

Sara blinks slowly. She wants to say something. But you put your finger to her lips. Then you tangle your fingers into her hair, pushing the strands away from her face, you let your fingers move, stroking over her face, you want to memorise this. Seeing her so content, satisfied and even tired. Knowing you put all those emotions on her face. Just in case this is the last time and she pushes you away. Oddly the rejection doesn't worry you as much as if had happened earlier in the night. After all, you're not even sure that you want more. Even after all the thoughts. 

You still want to possess her, but the lust that flared when you were having sex has mellowed, you still want her. You admit to yourself that having Sara Sidle, touching her, tasting her. Fucking her, teasing her tormenting her felt good, better than you ever thought it would be. And you know why it is, because it's with her. Sara. After all, you're not even sure that you want more. No, that's wrong. You need more. Want has become need.

Such boundless pleasure in this morning.

You with draw from her, you don't want too but you're tired, and the way she's having trouble keeping her eyes open, she's tired as well. You collapse on the other side of the bed, the side closest to the window. Pulling the covers over yourself.

You turn away from her and close your eyes. Everything can wait. Wait until the smooth burn has gone. Maybe you'll still have her maybe not. You're not sure, but you want more you need more, the burn maybe going but it hasn't extinguished the burn you feel. The opposite has happened, the flame has started to burn harder. You're burning for her you know this in your heart and you keep it close.

It's up to her now.



Coloured Love

Coloured Love

Red Dress: Red.

I have been here for 10 minutes. I'm worried. Not worried per se. I know that's she going to be here soon. I guess it's just first date nerves. I asked Sofia Curtis to dinner yesterday. She didn't laugh at me, she just smiled at me, flashing those big blue eyes and perfect teeth. And told me that she'd love to go dinner with me. I think Greg asked me if I had been drinking his special coffee because I couldn't get the grin off my face.

I scan the surrounding area. Then I spy her, and my heart nearly pounds out of my chest.

The red dress. She's wearing a beautiful red dress. I feel nervous. I mean I asked her to dinner. I shouldn't be nervous. But she looks so beautiful. Her smile lights up the room as she moves to the table.

"Hi." I sat standing up. "You look wonderful."

Sofia half smiles, her eyes roll down me. She reaches up and gently tugs on my shirt, "I love this shirt on you."

I look down, "Thanks. Are you ready to order?"

Sofia smiles, "Sure."


The meal went well. I didn't come over as too much of a nerd, but the way Sofia laughed at some of my jokes she seems to like my nerdish way. But I must admit she's even more beautiful when she's relaxed. Outside of work. When we're not talking about rotting corpses and fingerprint powder. I get a good view of her cleavage when she leans over to have a taste of my chocolate torte. By the smirk I get when she sees me doing it, she's rather amused. We talk about everything and nothing at all.

It's the end of the meal. I escort her to her car.

"I had a very nice time Sara." Sofia smiles, "Will I see you at work tomorrow?"

I nod, "Yes."

"Good." Sofia leans over and kisses me on the lips, I kiss her back.

"Goodnight kiss." Sofia tells me before she walks away.

Leaving me grinning like an idiot. But I don't care. Sofia Curtis has just given me a goodnight kiss in a beautiful red dress. Life doesn't get better than this.


Green Eyes: Green

He's flirting with her again.

That irritates me.

For many reasons. All the years I thought I was in love with Doctor Gil Grissom I was always second best. I watched him practically proclaim something for me when we had the Marlin case, but he's back to form. We've all gone for a drink, quiet night in Vegas. I'm standing at the bar watching Sofia and Catherine play centre of attention with Greg and Grissom. Warrick and Nick are playing pool in the corner.

Sofia's laugh makes me eye her again. But she's not laughing with him. She laughing at something Greg has just said. I turn towards the bartender I go to order another drink.

Then the touch of a hand, then an arm around my shoulders makes me jump.

"Funny Sara, I could of sworn your eyes were brown, if I was being poetic, chocolate brown or coffee coloured, not green." Sofia's words make me shiver, "Jealousy isn't too flattering on you Sara. Because I really don't want to tell them what we got up to this morning because I think the visuals will make Greg's head explode, Grissom to probably give you a look and then think about it."

I smile, "What about Catherine?" As I turn to face her.

Sofia smirks, "She'd probably give you a thumbs up. And regale tales of her and Lady Heather."

I'm so glad at that moment I'm not drinking because I would of spat it out. "You're evil." I tell Sofia.

She just laughs, "You didn't know they were dating? They make quite a good pair." She steals a kiss off me. "Why do think Grissom looks so put out?" She tells me.

"I thought he was just being his usual self." I comment.

Sofia smirks again, "I guess his ego couldn't take all the rejection."

I smile, "Is that why you're being nice to him?"

Sofia moves her hand, "Maybe. Or I'm just in a good mood." She tells me. "Cause of this morning..."

"I never knew you turn that red Sidle." Catherine chimes in as she comes to the bar.

I throw her a glare which just makes them both laugh, Catherine pats me on the shoulder, Sofia kisses me again. Before they both slink back to the table.

I shake my head. Sofia's right, there's no need to be jealous anymore. She chose me.

Behind Blue: Blue

No one knows what hides behind those blue eyes.

She's staring at the wall. I close the door, "Hey." I say.

Sofia turns to me, "I thought..."

"I wanted to see you." I tell, "Is that OK with you?"

She gives me a weak smile, "Sorry, not in the mood for having visitors."

"I'm your girlfriend, I'm not a visitor." I say.

That gets me another weak smile, "Sorry. Just..."

"Replaying the shoot out." I say.

She looks at me, then nods. "I can't get it out of my head."

I kneel in front of her, "Doesn't mean you can't your job, and doesn’t mean you're weak. Just means that you're human. Weakness is not measured by the fact you broke down." I tell her, "Besides it's just me and you here, no one else so you can snap on your super cop ego as soon as you get out the door. But I snap on my super CSI ego on as well. But here...it's just us."

Sofia smiles at me, "Do you believe that?"

I kiss her, "I believe it." I pull away from her.

Sofia stares at me, I just want her to see it's OK. She didn't shoot him. We proved it that she didn't shoot him. I can't stop her from thinking about it I can hopefully put her mind at ease.

There's a beat. I reach for her hands I take her hands, "Trust me." I say, "Please Sofia."

She looks at me, for the first time in a couple of days I see her smile. It makes me smile because she's beautiful when she smiles. I lean up, pressing a kiss against that smile.

She puts her arms around my neck, I pull away. "See?" I say.

Sofia chuckles, "C'mere." She says.

I move back to her. She kisses me again.


I stir, blinking against the light. Sofia's still sleeping. Her blonde hair is carelessly brushed away from neck. I smile as I kiss her neck. She's naked. I can still feel the effects of our love making. Letting off some steam. It was cathartic. I gently stroke her cheek, "I love you." I whisper in her ear.

I lie back down, snuggling up against her, content to let her sleep. But something twigs at me. No one knows what it's like to be the sad man. To be the bad man. Behind blue eyes.

I shake my head. Maybe Sofia will let me see what's behind her blue eyes. I hope she will, and I hope that I can show her too.

White Pain: White

I'm staring at the sheets. Vega is talking to Sofia about the couple. Garth and Dina Mitchell were beaten to death. The sheets are white but they're stained with blood. David is checking the liver temp.

"They have been dead less than 12 hours." David looks at me.

I nod, looking towards the mess. I see that there's a blood trail that leads out the bedroom. "Blood trail." I say before departing. I track the blood drops into another room. It's the bathroom.

The tiled floor it covered in blood. The tub has blood soaked clothes. Someone was in a hurry to get out here. Maybe they changed clothes....

"Sara!" I hear my name being called.

I turn and pick my way out of the bathroom careful not to disturb any evidence. I return to the bedroom. Sofia's waiting for me.

"I think I found the murder weapon." She holds up the bloodied shotgun. "When the gun didn't work. They were beaten to death." She moves towards me.

I nod. I look at the gun. There seems to be heavy almost ornate design on the butt. It's unusual. But hopefully perfect for prints because of the ridged raised surface. There's bound to be something trapped inside there.

"You're staring." Sofia teases.

"I like the image of you with a shot gun." I tease her back.

Sofia smirks, "I'll pack one next time we're on a date."

I grin at her, "Will you?"

"Yeah, that and my gun belt and bowie knife. Don't forget the extra ammo."

I laugh, "Trying to turn me on?"

Sofia blows me a kiss, "Always."


Bobby smiles at us, "The reason your gun didn't fire. Someone removed the firing pins." He opens the gun, "This was done by a professional."

"So the gun was useless?" Sofia hazards.

"Completely." Bobby continues, "It looks like this wasn't designed to be used." He notes, pointing out the design on the handle, "It's a show piece."

"But it was loaded." I tell him.

"Blanks." Bobby tells me. "It's like having a sword collection but all the blades are blunted, they're show pieces."

"Or fakes." I chime in.

Sofia gives me a confused look, "What do you mean?"

"Insurance fraud case back a few years." I comment. "The Mikado was a big part of it. Gilbert and Sullivan."

"At least it wasn't Madame Butterfly." Sofia adds.

"Puccini?" I ask.

Sofia gently pats me on the shoulder, "Sara Sidle winner of the lab's random information competition 4 years running."

"No way." I say, "I've not beaten Grissom yet."

Sofia leans in and whispers, "Well in my book you have. And you're a lot sexier than Grissom anyway."

I feel the blush threaten. Bobby takes pity on me, "There's no way that anyone could get this to fire. It's not a fake. It's incredibly well built. With the firing pins, it's a pretty powerful gun. Without...it's just a show piece."

Black Mood: Black.

The hug is unexpected but needed. Her skirt is black. Just like my mood. Greg's a hero...but he got the shit kicked out of him. What for? Fucking kicks? They were kids.

"They were kids." I mutter as I pull away.

"I know." She tells me.

I look at her, "Sorry."

Sofia smiles at me, "Why. Breaking down in front of me isn't weak. Remember you told me that."

I smile, "Did it work?"

Sofia laughs, "It did." She puts her hands on my shoulders, "Look at me Sara."

I look at her. Sofia moves her hands, putting them on my shoulders, "I know you're angry and upset." She tells me, "I don't blame you. But this won't help anyone...blocking me out. I'm your girlfriend remember? I know you lock down sometimes."

I don't deny her words, "I know." I look at her, "I just feel so angry." I tell her, "What do you think was wrong with them? I know that there..."

"Some people are just evil, Sara. By design or influence." Sofia tells me, she looks at me. "They could of been raised with saints but they're still evil." She looks at me, "You were raised by two people who shouldn't of been parents. But look at you baby? You're a good person."

I smile weakly, "You don't think there's a murder gene?"

"No." Sofia tells me, "I don't...I think it's an excuse for people to blame. Because we don't understand genes so we always blame something that we don't understand. I think it's just a stupid way of not dealing."

I half smile, "Really?" I ask her.

Sofia just nods, she doesn't say a word. She pulls me into a hug. I move my hands wrapping them around her waist. We just stand here. And she left me hold her. I don't cry but part of me wants to.

"I'm not scared of you Sara Sidle." Sofia tells me, "And anyone who loves you, isn't scared of where you came from. They care for more than you realise." She tells me, "I love you."

"I love you too."


I knock on the door. I wait a couple of minutes. Then the door opens. Greg half smiles at me, "I was wondering when you were going to turn up." He teases me. "Too busy with Sofia?"

The tease makes me smile, "Not really." I tell him, "Can I come in?"

He just nods, then ushers me inside.


FF: Bound In Crime

Title: Bound In Crime

Author: The Dark Zodiac

Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Pairing: Catherine Willows / Sara Sidle [Cara]

Setting: AU.

Spoilers: N/A

Rating: M

Warning: Contains girl on girl action, if this offends please stop here, as gore and blood.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. They belong to the suits. I just play in other people's sandboxes. Seriously suing me isn't a good idea all you'll get is an IOU and nothing much else. All British spellings are mine.

Archive: Sure, just tell me where I can find it.

Beta: No. Self beta'd, looking for a beta though.

Summery: 2 million reasons to go bad.

Author's Note: Done as part of the CathSara Film Challenge. This will be in parts.

Act 1

Sara Sidle sighed. She was back in Vegas. After 5 years. Five long years. She thought.

She was grateful to Mr Grissom for hiring her. After all it was a clean break. All she had do was make over this apartment for him. Seen as his usual fixer Warrick had decided to take a break. If she did well more work would follow.

She stepped inside the aparment block. Noting the clean tiled floor which stretched towards an art deco looking elevator at the end of the corridor. She walked down the corridor and pressed the button.

A few seconds later she heard the ping. Then the doors opened. She stepped inside. She placed her stuff in the corner.

She was just about to press the button, when she heard, "Hold the elevator." The voice was female.

Sara stuck her arm out and caught the doors before they could shut.

The woman who walked through the doors was beautiful. Strawberry-blonde curly hair, her eyes covered with a pair of sun glasses, short black leather jacket. Low cut top.

The guy that walked in after her was taller than her clean shaven. Might of been handsome if she thought about it. Mack covered a suit. He wore sunglasses as well.

Sara settled back in the corner. The guy reeked of sleazy. She watched as he pushed the button for the 10th floor.

The click of plastic on plastic made Sara look towards the opposite corner.

The woman had taken off her sunglasses revealing blue eyes. She looked interested at her. Sara returned the look. Her male friend was so interested the doors he didn't notice the interaction between the two women.

The ride was fast. The doors opened. The man stepped out. The woman shot her a smirk and walked out behind him.

Sara tilted her head to watch the woman's walk. The sway was certainly interesting...

Sara internally laughed. Get a grip Sidle. She dug into her pocket and pulled out a key. She flipped the fob. 113.

Sara picked up her stuff and carried it down the corridor. She paused at the door. She looked towards the apartment next door. And was pleasantly surprised to see the pair that she'd had shared the the elevator with.

The woman shot her another smirk before she disappeared into the apartment. Sara shook her head and unlocked the door.

The apartment wasn't in too bad shape. Sara put her stuff down. The floor was bare, just floorboards. The kitchen was in the corner. It would be an open plan kitchen. The walls still had a red flowery patterned wallpaper.

Sara blew out a breath and stared up at the ceiling.

Welcome to work. She mused as she took off her leather jacket. She put her hands on her hips and smiled.


End Of Act 1

FF: Smooth Burn...

Title: Smooth Burn...

Author: Twisted Darkness

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily Prentiss / Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau [Jemily]

You: Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau

Setting: End Of Season 2.

Spoilers: Season 1 - 3.

Rating: M

Warning: Contains girl on girl action, if this offends please stop here.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. They belong to the suits. I just play in other people's sandboxes. Seriously suing me isn't a good idea all you'll get is an IOU and nothing much else.

Beta: Frenhu

Summery: Mix whiskey and clichés together see what happens

Author's Note: Amazingly brittle muse strikes again! I decided to try something different.

The bartender sets your order down in front of you. The best whiskey the bar has. It's expensive but you don't care. You admire the colour in the glass. On the rocks of course. You don't drink whiskey often but something about today makes you want to drink.

You're so far away from the place you call home. You're closer to her. So near yet so far. Squirreled away in a bar somewhere.

You roll it around in your hand, almost hypnotised by the deep amber colour and the way it clings to the glass.

You've got a brunette to burn. You want to burn her away, but you know that is a foolish endeavour. Your desire isn't that easy to forget although you wish you could. Desire is always compared to heat, so why can't it just burn away or the metaphor that fucked up that it doesn't work when you're thinking about burning it away.

Your phone vibrates on your hip. You pick it up, flicking it open. Will. You sigh, wondering why you gave him your number anyway. Maybe you felt sorry for him. Or you wanted something. But you just press the 'reject' button. Add him to the list of people the great Jennifer Jareau has rejected over the years. Maybe he'll get over it, you hope he will.

You're heart sick or maybe love stoned or even lust blinded. You don't really know. You don't understand why you want to burn Emily Prentiss into your senses. Or burn her out of yourself. Burn this desire for her away.

Maybe it's the odd mix of feminine and masculine that she sometimes has, not masculine per se, her clothes are such a mix. Maybe it is the mind that turns you on, the way her mouth fits around the languages that she uses. Maybe it's because she's an ambassador’s daughter and you're a small town girl. Or maybe it's the strength you can feel from her, or even the detachment that you have seen with her. You are not sure why she fascinates you.

You take a sip, the smoothness burns down your throat. You revel in that. It's the first kick, you ate well so the alcohol won't go straight to your head. You don't care who watches you. You're not stupid, you know you're attractive, after all gentlemen do prefer blondes.

You laugh at your own thoughts, shaking your head as you slowly sip the liquid. You're nursing your drink, you don't want to let it go just yet. Your senses are filled with the whiskey, sight of the colour, sound of it moving against the glass, touch of the glass in your hand, the taste of it laying on your tongue and lips, the smell of it as you drink.

You drain the glass of the last your drink. You get off the stool and walk out. You step out onto the side walk, hailing the nearest cab, giving Emily's address. You can't remember how you got her address; did you ask her, or did you ask Penelope to hack in and get it for you?

You con your way up, telling the doorman that you're a friend of Emily's. Not exactly a lie but you imply that you've got something for her. You have but that's not something you want to share with him.

You head up to Emily's apartment, the place is expensive but you know that Emily's old money, but that doesn't put you off.

You knock on her door. You wait, it seems ages before she opens the door. Old baggy sweat pants and a Yale t-shirt, a glass of water in her hand. She looks like she was just about to go to bed. She greets you with a friendly 'JJ' then she asks what you're doing there.

You feed her a line, you don't remember what you said, but she lets you inside. You step inside, she closes the door after you then she walks into her kitchen. You follow her. She puts her glass down.

You come up behind her, she turns her head slightly, and the question dies on her lips. You press up against her, letting her feel what's there. Cliché, but you want your hands free as you fuck her. You won't be able to keep your hands off of her. Maybe you want more, but you're not ready to admit that to yourself, not just yet.

Maybe if you fuck her, then you'll get her out of your head. You've lost count how many times since she arrived that you've woken up in the middle of the night with thoughts of her going through your head. You just figured it out a couple of weeks ago, when you woke up with the feeling of being held. Or how many times your hand's ended up in-between your legs because of it. You've never pinpointed why she is the one that breaks the trend but you don't want to question it too much, because you might lose the feeling and you don't want to do that just yet. Not until you've had her.

You tangle your fingers into her black hair, you gently bend her head to one side, kissing the exposed skin of her neck. You like the taste of her skin, she must had a shower because it tastes clean. You bite down on her pulse point, she jerks a little but her moan surprises you. And her.

You let your grip go and she turns around pulling her to you. She kisses you, and you return the favour, opening your mouth so that she can invade it. She takes her cue and plunges her tongue into your mouth. You moan then suck on it. It tastes of mouthwash and toothpaste. You like it, her hands are now gripping your sides, you let go of her tongue and push her against the sink.

Reluctantly you pull away from her, she opens her eyes, dark brown eyes look at you. They're surprised but you can't help but smile as she swallows. You give her a seductive smile before you kneel down in front of her.

That gets you your full name. Jennifer. “What are you doing Jennifer?” She asks you.

You look back up at her and flash her a winning smile. Telling her, teasing her that if she doesn't know what you're doing she's lived a very sheltered life. Her eyes widen at that. She wants to say something but it gets choked up in her throat as you grip her sweatpants, yanking them down.

You smile as she steps out of them. You gently run your palms up her legs, trying to burn the feeling of her skin and the shape of her legs and hips into your Pavlov reflex. She spreads her legs as she reacts to the caress. You settle your mouth in-between her legs.

The hand that suddenly comes down on the back of your head tells you that you're doing something right. You taste her, she feels good, sticky and hot. You push your tongue inside her while you use your thumb against her clit. The long moan that greets you as you do this is music to your ears. You want to smile smugly but you've got more important things to attend to. Like making Emily Prentiss come. You know that she's getting close because her hip movements are becoming faster and you can taste more of her. You start a more intense rhythm on her clit and you push harder inside her.

Then her hand in your hair tightens. You hear a moan, it's not your name but it's a moan all the same. She freezes, you can feel her tightening around your tongue. Then she orgasms. That feels good. As soon as she relaxes you move away, resting your head against her thigh. You close your eyes, letting your other senses savour this moment. You smile as she comes down. The hand is now stroking your hair,you open your eyes, just relishing the quiet and the feeling that you've just had Emily Prentiss, and this was only a preview of what you can have.

You move back up, kissing her, letting her taste. She threads her fingers into your hair, kissing you hungrily. You move your hands, pushing up her t-shirt. She pulls away and you strip her naked.

Your eyes feast on her. She is beautiful, but you already knew that. However, seeing her like this makes you realise how striking she really is. You move to her, pulling her close, telling her that you think she's beautiful.

She looks at you then blinks, and then you kiss her. Her hands are now pulling at your clothes, she wants you naked. You want to resist for a few more seconds as you move her out of the kitchen.

You back her into the living room making a bee line for the couch, you want her on it. She doesn't resist,just lies down. You pause, kicking off your shoes, ridding yourself of your socks so you're barefoot. You lie on top of her,kissing her. She moves her hands. then pushing you jacket off.

You sit up from her. She follows you up. Her hands are working on your buttons. You arch your back as her lips move across your skin as she reveals it. You lace your fingers into her hair,pulling her back to your mouth.

Her hands move to your shoulders, they're pushing your shirt off. Then you untangle your hands so you can take off your bra.

She pulls away from the kiss, puts a hand on your stomach,while whispering please. “Please let me.” She asks you. Begging you. You still your hands at this and she moves her hands, slowly undoing you bra. She kisses a line from your collarbone to your stomach. She smiles at you and you return the smile. Then you undo your belt and pop the button. She pushes your hands away and she yanks the zipper down, you kiss her.

You pull at your own trousers, managing to get them off. Now you are naked, so is she. You pull away from the kiss, moving down so that you can kiss her neck. You're in no hurry to be inside her, you just want to savour the moment.

She rests her hands against your shoulder, she hasn't said a word yet. You like to hear her voice even saying your name. You pull away, that gets you a whimper. Your name, Emily whimpers it. You look back at her. The hands move down.

Her eyes watch her hands, they seem hypnotised by the movement. They seem so respectful. Tender. Her lips purse then she leans in, kissing the skin just above your breasts. Almost in-between your collarbone. You shiver as she licks your collarbone. You whimper, she smiles then continues. She starts to press kisses against your skin. You shiver as she kisses a path to your breasts. She kisses across to your left breast, while her hand cups the right. She teases you, gently pinching your nipple while she caresses the other one with her tongue.

You moan her name, in the back of your throat. Low enough for her to hear and she smiles around your breast as she changes breasts. Now she's pulling your left nipple while she teases your right. You move your hands, digging your fingers into her hair because you want to keep her there.

Then Emily pulls away. You unwind your fingers from her hair. You let them fall, but you manage to stroke her cheek as you remove your fingers. Emily looks back up at you, she shyly bows her head. You ask her if she's ready. She looks back at you,it's all up to her. You can wait, explore more of the skin and body under you. Or let her explore more of you. You don't know which would be better. She spreads her legs, guiding you into her. You watch as her head lolls back, she bites her lip.

You bend your head again, pressing kisses against her neck, you love the way she tastes. You slowly start to move, her hands in join in with the rhythm you've set, they dig into your hips. Flexing with the motion of your hips. You hiss as the sting works its way into your mind. You move your hand, circle her clit as you continue the motion with your hips.

You hear you name on her lips. She asks for more, harder. She asks you not to stop. You move harder against her. Something flares inside you, you want her to feel this. You want Emily to feel it, you want to make her weak in a sense. Just the way she makes you tremble.

With all the conflicted thoughts about her, the way she is, you want to possess her just for this moment, if that's all you get. You want her to feel this. Maybe you want her to share the burn. Maybe you'll make her burn for you. That makes you smile. You're burning for her now.

You bend your head, extending your tongue to trace patterns on the pale skin underneath you. You tease the nipples in front of you, gently licking the crinkled skin before engulfing it in your mouth.

You can feel her reacting underneath you, she's urging you on. You can feel her tensing. You press hard against her clit before withdrawing almost to the tip. She pleads you because she's on the edge, and you know this.

You pull away from her breasts and ask her what she wants. She begs you again, asking for you to fuck her. You like the word fuck coming from her lips. She wants to come, and she wants you to make her come.

You smirk at her discomfort. Then you lean down whispering against her lips. “Be careful what you wish for.”

She frowns, then before she can ask what you mean,you enter her hard, pressing against her clit. You want to watch her come and she doesn't disappoint. She arches her back, forcing you deeper inside her. Her teeth bite her lip and her eyes close.

You continue, riding out her orgasm. Is it so bad that you want to do this again? You wonder as you watch her reaction. It's almost intoxicating. Scratch that. It is intoxicating. Enthralling. You smile as the words jumble up in your head.

Emily relaxes, she blinks slowly. She doesn't say a word, but she kisses you so sweetly. You kiss her back, not making any move to withdraw from her. You just want to stay there as long as possible.

Emily whispers, it's a gentle plea. To go upstairs, to her bedroom. She gives you a seductive smile which does interesting things to your pulse. You nod, pushing yourself up and distancing yourself from her. You're warmed up, you want more. You're tingling.

You slide off the sofa, standing there watching her, you can't help but watch. She's so graceful, way that she moves; it's not coy, a little seductive, she swings her legs around. She stands up, taking your hand. Leading you.

You say ‘beautiful’. Looking towards the window, you say that you can see why she lives here. The view. It's breath-taking.

Emily ducks her head slightly, she calls it bittersweet. She waves a hand around to her apartment. “Doesn't mean that I'm happy.” She tells you. There's something melcholy in that statement.

You want to ask more questions, but she takes charge and now she kisses you. You let her, you know that she doesn't want to talk about it. You find that distracting but you don't want to lose thas feeling.

Then you feel her push you. The cool shock of the window against your back makes you shiver. Then she pulls away.

She lets her eyes wander, but you feel like she's got her hands over you. You move your hands, cupping her face, you don't kiss her but you whisper that you want her again. You utter. “Please.”

She smiles, and then she kisses you gently. She grasps your wrists pushing them above your head as she kisses you slowly. You kiss her back, enjoying the different sensations, the cold window on your back, her skin against yours.

Emily pulls away from you. You sigh, then she moves her mouth to your neck. You close your eyes, letting her lips move over your skin. You swallow as she moves her mouth down to your shoulders. Her hands are now resting on your hips. You want to have her again. You move your hands to her hair, pulling her back to your mouth.

She doesn't resist. You devour her mouth again. Turning her around so that you can press her against the cool window, you feel the shiver go down her body as it reacts to the chill. You move your hands, encouraging her to spread her legs again.

Emily pulls away, there's a tiny half smile on her face. She teases you. “Not that easily satisfied, are you Jennifer?” She purrs out your name.

You smile at her tease. “Wouldn't you like to know Emily?” You reply smiling. “Always wanted to fuck someone against a window. And this is perfect.” You say, kissing Emily before she can reply.

Her hands move, they move to your hips guiding you inside her again, as soon as you're inside, her hands move again into your hair.

You look at her, your eyes never stray from her face. Emily looks so beautiful. Something about the way the lights are reflecting against her skin, you move slowly. You're savouring this moment, making it last. Slow burn.

She pulls you into a kiss. The kiss is slow. You let her tease your mouth open, you moan low against her lips. Emily pushes her tongue inside your mouth. The kiss changes from slow to hungry but you don't speed up your hips. Fucking Emily Prentiss up against a window, you know how you're going to do. There's nothing going to change how you want to do it.

Emily pulls away, she turns her head, and you bury your head into her neck, pushing harder against her. Trying to go deeper inside her. Her hands are now raking down your back, you jolt your hips, and your back feels incredibly sensitive. Her nails feel so good, you bite her neck as you start to increase the speed of your thrusts. You can feel the orgasm building inside you. You want to come. You need to come.

Emily moves her hands back to your hair, she pulls you away from her neck. There's a smile on her face, she can feel it as well. She kisses you, that's all it takes. You come. You can feel it streaking through your body, you rip your mouth away from hers. The moan starts low but you hear it getting louder. It sounds foreign to your ears. You couldn't tell what you're actually saying if you're saying anything at all. But her moan brings you back. You slump against her.

The only sound is the ragged breathing as you both try to calm down. You find yourself smiling.

Emily chuckles softly. “Proud of yourself Jay-J?” She teases you, smirking, her eyes dancing with amusement.

You laugh, then you kiss her gently. Emily kisses you back. This time she pulls back. You blink slowly.

Emily puts a finger to you lips. She smiles. “Time to go upstairs. This time there's nothing to distract us.” She adds softly.

You blush but she just laughs. You pull away from her, Emily takes your hand, leading you up the stairs.

You watch her, studying the lines of her back. Something's drawing your eyes to her. You want to study all over her. Make the 3D picture of her just in case this is all you have. This moment. This night. These moments of success.

You want to turn her into your own private movie, the reels in your head. Comparing the fantasy to the reality. Let them merge.

Your feet now take in the carpet. It feels softer under your feet. Emily still has her back to you. You stop, you let go of her hand, you put your hand on her hip, stopping her, then you move closer, nuzzling into her hair. She's just washed it,smells lovely but you can't seem to id any of the smells. You find that you don't really care.

Emily relaxes as you put your arms around her waist. Pulling her close, you move your hand, lifting your head up and gently moving Emily's hair over to her left shoulder so you can kiss her neck.

Emily shivers as you kiss her there, while returning your hand to her waist so she doesn't squirm away while you're kissing her.

It's interesting, you think, as you move your mouth down. Letting it map the skin, again feeding that lovely Pavlov sense. Let that show reel take this in. Let you memorise this.

You reach the small of her back. Emily's breathing is hitching. You smile at that, then you straighten up.

Then Emily twists in your arms, she pulls you close again. She murmurs tease. You give her a smirk then add that she likes it.

Emily smiles then she moves her hand, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. She traces your cheek then your jaw. She leans in, kissing your ear, whispering. “You're right. But you like as much.” She moves her lips. Kissing across your cheekbone.

You let her. Closing you eyes as her hand comes up, it rests against your cheek. Holding you to her lips. She nuzzles your cheek. You shiver as the tip of her tongue traces a line over your face.

She whispers again. “Like that Jennifer?” You nod. “Because I like it too.” She confides. “You're so beautiful.” She adds as she moves away.

You open your eyes to see her standing in front of you. You swallow. Emily smiles at you, she moves. You feel her teeth against your pulse point. That makes you gasp. You feel Emily smile. She starts to nip at your skin, using just the right amount of pressure to make you squirm. Sharp teeth and soft tongue.

She has a very talented mouth. You think absently as Emily's mouth makes its way down your torso. You close your eyes, your fingers are winding into her hair, letting you guide her.

Then she straightens up, you let your grip loosen. Emily kisses you, then tells you to lie down on the bed.

You turn to look at the bed. It’s a queen sized bed. The pillows are dark blue which matches the covers. The headboard looks like solid oak. It has pillars, wide enough to wrap a hand around. You find yourself smiling at that. You grasp the covers yanking them open, revealing white sheets underneath. You look towards Emily again and you smirk at her.

Emily returns your smirk as you make a show of getting on the bed and lying on your back. You lie there waiting for Emily. You put your hands underneath your head and look at her, taunting her with a smirk.

Emily lets her eyes rake over you. But then she gets up on the bed. She straddles your stomach. You can feel how wet she is. The thought of being inside her again makes you move, you try to sit up but she firmly pushes you back down. She tells you no. That you're not getting your way this time.

You pout. But she kisses you, distracting you while she moves your hands. She pushes them over your head, pulling away to whisper that you need to keep there. You just nod.

Emily smiles then she lifts herself up. Your eyes widen as she takes the toy inside her. Adjusting herself so she can find the most comfortable position. You can't help but buck your hips as she moves down. Her head drops, the long black hair falling into her face. It gives her an almost shy look, but you know better. Emily Prentiss is anything but shy. But it feels sexier the way her face is hidden away from your eyes. You want to see everything.

Emily drives her hips down hard, you gasp as she does this. You close your eyes as your grip tightens around the slats. You don't care that your nails bite into your own palms. All you care about is Emily and her movements. Her moans, her sound, her smell. You don't care if you go blind at this moment as long as you can have the image of Emily Prentiss straddling you - riding you - burning into your senses.

You bite your lip as you feel nails drag down your torso, from just underneath your breasts to your belly button. You open your eyes to see Emily, one hand pressed against your stomach as the other working in-between her own legs. It's blatantly sexual and you love it. You know that nothing will come close to this image.

Emily's moving harder, deeper against you. The hand that was resting against your stomach is pulled back, playing with her right breast. You want to sit up so you can help her but she just looks down at you. No. She whispers, her voice is barely audible and you can't help but feel your own orgasm starting to build, Emily's not too far behind. You can feel her tightening. Her hips are moving faster, her hand is moving too. The hand at her breast is now palming it digging into the soft flesh. The image is doing wonders for you.

You arch your back as you come. Thrusting hard into her, she then collapses onto you, knocking the wind out of you as she kisses you hungrily while she comes a few seconds later.

You pull away gasping for air as she settles her head, resting it on your shoulder. Breathing hard, you take your hands off the slats, curling and uncurling your fingers just to get some feeling back in your fingers.

You wrap your arms around her, then flip her onto her back. She groans softly as you push yourself up. You're still inside her. You press a kiss against her forehead. “Trust me.” You say.

Emily opens her eyes, you can't tell where the brown starts and the black finishes. She's flushed, she licks her lips. You smile at her, putting your finger to her lips. “Trust me Emily. Please.” You repeat.

Emily nods. “I trust you Jennifer.” Her voice is soft, husky. It almost sounds strained.

You take her wrists and gently put them onto the pillow, wrapping her fingers around the slats. Then you move your hands to her hips. You ask her to wrap her legs around your waist.

Emily nods then does what you asked. This changes the angle. You smile as she bites her lip.

”Don't Emily. I want to hear you. Keep your hands above your head.” You tell her.

She releases the bite and nods. You start moving. Slowly. You want to make sure that she won't be sitting easily tomorrow but want to take pride about that. Because you want her to be completely fucked senseless.

Emily starts to move against you. You seem to have found a rhythm that she likes. You can't help but watch the way her torso moves. This night will probably fuel some many wet dreams or fantasies for the next few weeks. You have a feeling that you will be staring at Emily for the next few days, even if you're working....

Emily hisses. “Kiss me J-Jay.” She pleads with you. You don't deny her. You push up a little harder and then kiss her. You use your weight pushing her down so you can ravish her mouth. You bite her lip, sucking it into your mouth, nibbling on it. Then you let go of it, before you cover her mouth again. Emily lifts her head, you push your tongue into her mouth. Your hands are now gripping her hips, you don't care if you leave marks. All you want to make her see stars.

This will probably be the last act of the night so you're going to make sure Emily will enjoy this. And you want her to come hard.

You start to throw your weight behind your thrusts. The sound of your breathing is the only noise, even louder than the squeaking of the bed.

You break off the kiss, leaning up, looking into Emily's eyes. Her mouth is swollen but you want to see her come this time.

”Don't close your eyes.” You say. Emily's eyes move back yours, you know that you want to see her.

Emily's eyes widen as she sees something in your eyes. You don't shy away from what you feel. You know that this might have muddied the waters but you don't really care anymore. Emily makes you feel all these emotions and you don't want to scare her. But you've complicated things enough by coming here tonight and you don't want to regret this intimacy.

You can feel her tensing, the muscles bunching, she's digging her heels harder into your back. You move your left hand and you press your thumb against her clit. You know that she needs this. And so do you. You want her to see this. “Don't look away from me Emily.” You say.

Her eyes lock on yours and that's all it takes. You come a few seconds later, so does she. It sends you reeling but you're still looking at her, still moving. Prolonging the pleasure.

There is only the sound of Emily breathing hard, you're panting as well as you drop down against her. Her legs unwrap from your back. You remove your hand from in-between her legs. You also move your hand from her hip, you taste her on your skin. You clean her essence of your hand, and then you press a kiss against her heart.

Emily gasps. “Jennifer.”

You reach up and put a finger to her lip. “Sh. Don't say a word.” You tangle your fingers into her hair, pushing the strands away from her face, you let your fingers move, stroking over her face, you want to memorise this. This picture of her, so content, satisfied. Just in case this is the last time and she pushes you away. If she considers this just a one night stand. Oddly the rejection doesn't worry you as much as if had happened earlier in the night. After all, you're not even sure that you want more. No, that's wrong. You need more. Want has become need.

You still want to possess her, but the lust that flared when you were having sex has mellowed, you still want her. You admit to yourself that having Emily Prentiss, touching her, and tasting her, fucking her, teasing her, tormenting her felt good, better than you have ever thought it would be. And you know why, because it's with her. Emily. Maybe it's the lust talking but you liked it a lot. Something makes you feel so connected to her.

Such boundless pleasure in this night.

You lean up and press a kiss to her forehead. You withdraw from her, you don't want too but you're tired, and she's having trouble keeping her eyes open as well. You collapse on the other side of the bed. You pull the covers over yourself.

You turn away from her and close your eyes. Everything can wait. Wait until the smooth burn has gone. Maybe you'll still have her, maybe not. You're not sure, but you want more, you need more, the burn maybe going but it hasn't extinguished the way you feel. The opposite has happened, the flame has started to burn harder. You're burning for her, you know this in your heart and you keep it close.

It's up to her now.


FF: Phantasm Prologue

Title: Phantasm

Author: Twisted Darkness

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily Prentiss / Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau [Jemily] Established relationship.

Point Of View: Emily Prentiss

Setting: Mid-season 3. Before the imposed Will story line

Spoilers: Season 1 - 3.

Rating: M

Warning: Contains girl on girl action, if this offends please stop here. As well as strong violence.

Beta: Frenhu

Disclaimer: I own nothing. They belong to the suits. I just play in other people's sandboxes. Seriously suing me isn't a good idea all you'll get is an IOU and nothing much else.

Summery: Do you see what I see?

Author's Note: I personally like the idea of someone who looks like someone else but is totally different. The title comes from my trip with the thesaurus on my computer with synonyms of 'Ghost' and phantasm came up and it fitted perfectly. ;D.

Phantasm: fan'tazm n lit. Something unreal or illusory. Or n a vain, airy appearance, fancied vision, an apparition, a spectre, counterfeit (obs.) an impostor. A vision of an absent person[13th century. Via French fantasme < Greek phantasma < phantazesthai "appear" < phainein "bring to light"]

Phantasmagoria: fan-taz-ma-gō'ri-a n confusing succession of scenes. Or n a fantastic series of illusive images or of real forms. An exhibition of illusions, a crowd of dim or unreal figures. [Early 19th century. < French fantasmagorie "art of making optical illusions" < fantasme (see phantasm)]

Prologue:- Destroy.

I holster my weapon, as I kneel down. The man is well dressed, well groomed. Not a thing out of place. Suit and tie. The suit is black, darker in the parts where the bullets entered. I check his pulse, nothing. His grip is loosened on a metal pipe that he was wielding. I gave him a chance to drop it, Morgan heard me. He came in just time to see me shoot him dead.

"Where did he come from?" Morgan asks me.

"I think he came from that door." I tell him, as I get up, "He might have someone down there." I add as I unhook my gun, "He's got to have her stashed here somewhere."

Morgan nods, "We better go check it out."

"On it." I reply and we both head towards the door. Morgan goes first, I follow behind. The door leads to a staircase. Maybe a basement or cellar?

Whatever it was, my stomach turned, although I'd never show it. The walls were covered in dried blood stains. Looked like splatter. But there was something more disturbing. On the table next to the wall, next to the steel implements, hammers, pliers saws...


"Yeah?" He says.

"Can you see those cameras?" I ask him, as we move forward into the room.

He nods, "Must be something to do with the videos Reid found."

There's a smell of bleach and cleaner. Bar the blood stains that have dried onto the wall, the place is spotless. God knows what he's been cleaning up.

Then we hear it, it's a whimper. We both swing our guns towards the faint noise. I have a feeling that we've just found the missing girl. Tyler Winters, aged 20, disappeared after her Greek Art class two weeks ago.

There's a long curtain. It's a crimson colour, looks like it's made from blankets or something as thick. It stretches from floor to ceiling. We both nod, then move. I press myself against the wall while Morgan grasps the curtain and yanks it away.

Positive ID on our missing student. She's gagged and bound, she whimpers, looking up at us. Her feet and hands are bound together as extra insurance, they are tied to metal Os at the top and bottom of the bed. Her eyes are wide, but she doesn't struggle.

Morgan grabs his phone, dialling a number, "I need a ambulance right now! We have a live victim. I repeat, a live victim."

I look around, looking for something to cut the rope with. I move back to the table looking for a knife. Aware that I need to preserve the evidence, I snap on a pair of gloves before taking what looks like a craft knife. I move back, kneeling so that I can cut the ties. Legs first then arms, then I cut the gag, moving it so that she can speak. "We're with the FBI. Are you Tyler Winters?"

The girl nods, "Yes." Her voice is weak, I have to strain to hear it.

"I'm Emily, this is Derek." I point to Morgan, "We're going to get you out of here." I tell her. "Morgan?"

Morgan nods, he gently lifts her up, so that she's standing. Taylor leans on me for support, "Is he gone?" She asks.

"Yeah, he's gone." I reply as we slowly walk out of the hell hole. I put the knife back on the table so who ever can process it.

Soon we're outside. The light's almost too bright. I have to blink a couple of times to get my bearings back. The EMTs gently load Tyler into the ambulance.

Hotch, Reid, Rossi and JJ greet us. Hotch mutters, "Good job." Rossi nods as well. Reid just smiles, I can tell he's happy to see an end of this saga. JJ hangs back, she looks towards me, I smile weakly at her but she knows that I'm the one with the smoking gun.

She won't pull me up over it, not yet. There are too many people around. She tracked me all the way to D.C. after the Strauss/Hotch/me weird work related triangle. I didn't believe she would. I couldn't believe that she would.

Never get in the way of Jennifer Jareau, because she will not like it at all. She couldn't believe I would do that. I knew that it was my dream job. That I am a good profiler. Although no one seemed to think so, because of being Ambassador Prentiss' only child. I was sick and tired of just being known as that. Couldn't anyone see past it? I didn't realise what Strauss had done, and that's why I quit. To say that I wouldn't be anyone's mole. No one owned me. I don't want to be in anyone's debt. I can stand on my own two feet, thank you very much.

Then she kissed me. And in that moment, I knew that there was another reason why the BAU was my dream job. Jennifer Jareau.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Hotch, telling us to head back to our temporary base camp. Garcia's got something we need to look at.


End of Prologue

FF: Abyss Embraces

Title: Abyss Embraces

Author: Twisted Darkness

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily Prentiss / Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau [Jemily]

POV: Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau

Setting: Season 3. Before the imposed Will storyline.

Spoilers: Season 1 - 4.

Rating: M

Warning: Contains girl on girl action, if this offends please stop here.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. They belong to the suits. I just play in other people's sandboxes. Seriously suing me isn't a good idea all you'll get is an IOU and nothing much else.

Beta: Frenhu

Summery: Embrace me to wake up like the abyss embraces the falling body.

Author's Note: Things that pop into my head. Lyrics and a muse who's twisted a little.

Embrace me to wake up like the abyss embraces the falling body. Tapeunderground.


I can't sleep. I should sleep but something is keeping me awake. I'm facing the window, watching the lights that flash past the window. The curtains can't shut those out so I close my eyes briefly but the flashing lights have burned themselves into my eyelids. I can see them even though my eyes are still closed.

The hotel room looks no different to the many random hotel rooms that I've found myself over the years.

At least the decor is tasteful, plain white walls. Yellow curtains that match the yellow of the bed clothes. The carpet is dark brown, patterned with tiny squares. I take in the clothes scattered across the floor.

Door slam. The sound of a body hitting the door. "J-." The sound of the kiss. The sounds of clothes being ripped off. Buttons flying.

I blink slowly. I should be safe here,no one's in here but us. That includes me, Jennifer Jareau or JJ and Emily Prentiss.

Not Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss and Media Liaison Jennifer Jareau. We’re the only ones here. No labels to hide behind. Just Emily and JJ.

I turn in her arms, Emily's asleep. Face framed by dark hair, I gently push a piece of hair away her face. I'm not sure about the bangs, but her face seems softer now. She doesn't look like she should be chasing Unsubs down. She looks peaceful.

Did I give her that? I hope I did. Because I don't know why I want some of that. Her arms are wrapped around me loosely. She's naked, so am I. I like the feel of her arms around me, she feels good.

I don't know why I did this. 'This'. I shake my head slightly and with a sigh I look at Emily again.

The reason we're here. Over the last few weeks, local PD have been dealing with a serial killer who dressed men up as priests then beat them to death and pinned a list of 'charges' on their bodies.

The profile had been built up. The Unsub was a young male, strong enough to beat someone to death, possibly been abused by someone in a position of power. The priest's outfit had nothing to do with religion, maybe someone he confined in. The dress of the man probably 'set' him off because they didn't do anything to 'help'. Frustrated by the lack of support, the Unsub turned his victims into this figure and took his deadly revenge.

The discovery of the last victim proved two things: the Unsub was getting more unhinged and he was getting more brutal.

The man's face was a pulp. The one of local CSIs noted that they had found bone fragments on various pieces of furniture that had been spread around the room.

Hand flew to mouth. Then heels turned on the carpet and there was the sound of them scattering down the stairs.

"JJ?" Beat. "JJ?"

Heels on the pavement.

"Hey, are you OK?" An arm around the shoulder. "It's OK." Silence. "You alright?" The hand on the cheek. The movement.

"Yeah." Weak.

"No, you're not." The voice stronger, "C'mon. Let’s get you some coffee or something that'll help to clear those images from your mind."


"No problem." Shoulder squeeze, "It's OK. I think we all have a little trouble dealing with that scene. As long as we do our jobs, we'll be fine."

Weak smile, "Really?"

"Trust me Jay-J."

I trusted her. And I trusted myself to find a way to cope. And it just entwined themselves together.

The lights flickering across her skin. The tongue making lazy patterns across the highlighted skin.

"Jennifer." Barely above a whisper.

"Trust me." The voice that cuts off all the need for talking. "I want you Emily."

The body bowing down to touch, lips against lips.

Hands moving across skin.

The sounds of moans that are mingling together.

The patterns of the light as the dark hair is thrown back. Still as a stature carved out of the darkness.

I bite my lip. The images that I see aren't of the crime scene anymore. They're all of the last few hours I've shared with Emily.

I don't regret anything.

But if your heart is cold. My sheets are warm. I will shelter you all through the storm.

I half smile. Emily stirs slightly, her arms tighten around me, pulling me a little closer to her. I smile as she moves her head.

"Jennifer?" She slurs sleepily, mumbling into my cheek.

"I'm here."

Emily moves her head, her nose nuzzles my cheek, and I smile at that. Her eyes flutter open, sleepy darkened. I smile then move my hand to stroke her cheek. "You shouldn't be awake." I tell her.

Emily smiles, "Neither should you." She tells me. "I thought you were asleep."

"Couldn't sleep."

Emily smiles, "Really?" She asks me, then leans in, gently kissing me.

I return her kiss, it's lazy. I pull away. "Maybe I'll be able to sleep now." I tease her lightly.

Emily blinks slowly, then her hand cups my cheek, her thumb strokes my cheek, "Sleep Jay-J." She tells me, "It'll be better in the morning."

I nod, "Promise?"

Emily smiles, and then kisses me again, she moves her hand gently smoothing my eyelids over my eyes and placing a kiss on each one. "Sleep now Jennifer. The monsters will still be there but we'll be able to chase them down in the light." She assures me, "'Cause the monsters don't really like the light."

I snicker softly. "I'm not 5 years old."

Emily smiles, "I know but instead of the monsters that lurk under the bed or hide in the dark places inside your wardrobe or outside, they lurk in the people we meet." She comments then presses a kiss to my temple. "The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk under human skin."

"Are you going to ride up on a white steed and slay them?" I ask her.

Emily chuckles, "No, I've got a SUV and a gun instead of a steed and sword, but I'll slay the monsters all the same."

I grin then snuggle up against her, "Thank you."

Emily hugs me close, "Just sleep now Jay-J. We'll have our swords and steeds tomorrow."

I smile then rest my arms around her. And let her breathing lull me into sleep.

The next morning I twitch, and then lift my head up; I'm alone. I look around. as I clutch the cover to my body.

Where's Emily?

I get up. Only my clothes are scattered across the room and I don't care if I'm wearing the same outfit as yesterday as I pick my clothes pulling them on, hoping that I can at least talk to Emily before we head downstairs to meet the others.

Have I ruined everything because I couldn't control my impulses? I think as I scan the room. I feel sick and I don't know what I'm going to do when Emily shows up.

I sit back on the bed, looking at my shoes. Trying to sort through my thoughts before they come to a halt and I'm forced to confront the fact that I might have driven Emily Prentiss away from me because I wanted to pull her closer.

I run my fingers through my hair, trying not to panic. Something last night was perfect. The sleepy talk about monsters and slaying them.

I find myself smiling at that. Maybe this won't be such a train wreck after all.

The door opens and I can see that Emily's dressed. I can't help but look: she's got black suit pants, the belt is off centre as usual and she wears a charcoal grey shirt, her hair seems freshly washed. She smiles, "Hey."

"Hey." I say. Here goes nothing!

Emily walks to the bed. She looks at me, "The shirt's nice." She says, even though she knows that I wore this yesterday.

I look down, "Thanks." then I look back up.

Emily sits down, putting her shoes on, "Hotch wants us downstairs soon, doesn't he?" She asks me.

I just nod as she stands up.


She turns, "What's up?"

I swallow, "About last night Emily." I say, "I..."

"Did you get some sleep?" Emily asks me, "You seemed to be a little troubled." She seems blasé.

"I did." I tell her.

Emily nods, "Good." She seems pleased, "We'll need all the help we can get today."

"About last night Emily." I say again and Emily looks curiously at me. "I didn't mean to use you."

Emily shakes her head. "Use me? Now why would I think that?" She says but there's something underneath, "After all, getting jumped by you in some strange hotel happens to me all the time."

I wince, Emily's tone is harsh, "I deserved that. I...just didn't want to think."

"Think?" Emily queries.

I look at her, then away, "Something happened yesterday." I say, "It's the first time since Spence got kidnapped...that I couldn't take a crime scene. I never saw Pen's scene...Something...repulsed me."

Emily looks at me. "Repulsed you?"

I just shrug helplessly, "It felt good when you hugged me...and somehow it got mixed up and it culminated with me jumping on you."

"What did that feel like for you?" She asks me.

I look at her then say, "Safe. You made me feel safe Emily." I add, "And I want to keep my safe place secret."

Emily just smiles, "It's our little secret JJ. We can just keep it between us."

"I'm not ashamed Emily." I say. "I just want to protect my 'safe place'."

Emily inclines her head to one side, "Neither I am." She says gently, "I know that I shouldn't pin anything on this. But it felt real to me. Even if it's only one night." She pauses, "That's why I was hurt by your comments."

"It wouldn't be just one night." I tell her, "I don't know where it'll go. But I want to keep this. You made me feel safe." I wave my hand gesturing to the space between us, "Falling's fun."

"But you always need someone to catch you." Emily adds, "So Jennifer do I get to catch you?" She grins at me.

I walk over to her and kiss her gently. I pull away, "Only if I can catch you." I say smiling.

Emily laughs softly, "I think it's a given." She tells me, putting her arms around me, "Don't you think Jennifer?"

I return her smile, "I think so."


FF: Phantasm Epilogue

Disclaimer et al see prologue

Epilogue: - Still. - Sara POV

I stir. I open my eyes, I look over my shoulder. Catherine's still asleep. I smile. I love watching her sleep. She's so relaxed. No one can hurt her. We've changed positions while in sleep, I've turned onto my side and she's snuggled up to me.

I nearly lost it when that guy - Ingles - punched her. It's so easy isn't it? Loose your temper when someone oversteps their mark. When your woman is hurt. You react instinctually.

I'm not possessive or jealous, or I try not to be. I've seen too much violence because of the little green eyed monster. My father never need an excuse, he'd hit my mother. Even when she hadn't done anything. He needed the violence to justify his 'love', his 'want', his 'ownership'. Even though his 'love' was just as fragile as she was.

I rub my temples, trying to chase my thoughts away.

But the jealousy was the cause of the cases. The Marlin and the Lurie/Tripton/Klose/Nichols and the Ingles case. Debbie the brazen flawed butterfly and her catchers. I half smile. I wonder what she would of said if we ever met.

It almost a skinful déjá vu. You look like me, or I look like you.

But I could never be her, she could never be me. We are two different people, just in some lights we looked like each other. A likeness deep enough to throw people, make them assume that we were the same person. I'm sorry that we had to meet like this. I'm sorry I had to ever meet your lovers, I'm sorry that I had to meet your killer. I'm sorry that I had to meet your flawed protector. I'm sorry that I keep says sorry for something neither of us could of controlled.

The two people that unpinned my life at one time or another reacted in two different but similar ways. Grissom played his confessor and became the empathic and compared, scratching the skin, playing the martyr allowing him to become him, trying to wound him with the words that he deemed to be true, but never could say. Catherine turned and bit, digging into the skin and raking it raw, lampooning everything that he deemed to be true. They rejected both of them, rejected their reasoning. Even though their rejections contrasted.

Gil wished/hoped. He wished and hoped that Lurie was destroyed by his guilt of robbing the world of Debbie and Michael, he extended his self into Lurie, trying to find the common ground that they both shared. Hoping that he could guilt the other man into something, he hoped the destruction of Debbie would make him confess, Lurie never did. All because of a younger woman finding him attractive and willingly wanting to anything for him. But unlike Lurie, he would of never over stepped. What ever his heart held for me, he would never take the chance. It may have once been mutual, but he was always holding himself away. I absently wonder if he was ever in love with me. I also wonder if Debbie was ever in love with Lurie. I can't speak for her, but I can speak for myself at one time yes, but not now. Now I found someone else.

Catherine destroyed. She turned around and fired a passionate defence. She riled Ingles up. Shredding him as easily as paper. The paper man. With the flawed heart. She didn't allow for a doppelgänger to blind her to the truth. She knew that he killed, all because he was rejected, this was not about Debbie's honour, Debbie's name... It was all about him. It was about his pride, his name. This was not eye for an eye, not when the world has already gone blind. The eyes are sightless, they can't see what he had done. Debbie was now his phantasm totem, or maybe his fantasy altar. He offered up three innocent men and one guilty to his flawed butterfly goddess. Catherine rejected that, she saw through him, like he was glass. She never extended herself into the killer, she rejected him as soon as she knew. She told him that she would never be like him. His flawed defence only papered over the cracks of his own life.

Gil Grissom the reason I came to Vegas, my mentor and at one time the only man I wanted. Catherine Willows, my sparring partner and sometimes bêtê noir now my lover. I wouldn't change it any way. I still have my mentor, and I still have my sparring partner but now I have a lover who loves me and a friend that I can turn to whatever is the problem and he will give me advice in his own personal way.

Lurie was too aggroant to even see how he was, he'd got away with murder. The spurned lover, the wronged knight, the voyeur, seeing someone else with the one he 'loved'. Love soured into hate, maybe. Ingles the almost Othello. He cast himself in the role of the ultimate avenger, slaying the dragons that soured his lady's reputation. Trying to redeem himself in her eyes, even though they are now unseeing and will not see what he's done, using her name to justify it. Even though he had caused it in a way. They used 'love' or at least 'lust' to justify their choices. Amazing what people with delude themselves into thinking because they think 'love'.

Love is a many splendid thing. But it can't be used for an excuse because you do something that is wrong.

I would never do anything to hurt my lover, I would never seek to inflict pain because I 'love' someone. Love isn't like that.

I learnt the lesson well over time. When I'm investigating a case, when I'm watching the TV shows, hearing their arguments. Even hearing my parents argue. Seeing the death throes because of someone else's 'love'. Seeing Nathan pleading for my mother's life. Do I hate him? No. Do I hate my parents? In many ways. But it would be a waste to go back and try and change it. After all an eye for an eye and the world goes blind.

Something's tickling my neck, then I recognise it. The press of lips against my neck makes me smile. Arms slide around my waist, pulling me gently into her.

Queen of my bittersweet musing.

I settle into her, she doesn't say a word. She continues to kiss my neck. She knows that turns me on, but it's not meant to be erotic, it's more a comfort for her... I can feel her nose nuzzling into the skin.

I smile, "You're in a tactile mood today Cath." I say gently. Smiling as I feel her lift her head up.

"I just feel like it today Sara." She whispers in my ear. "Do you blame me? You're naked and in touching distance." She rakes her nails down my stomach.

"Love is blind. Love is foolish. Love cares not for shape or skin. It cares not for age or time. It only seeks to bind and blind. Making fools of it's chosen few. The ones that are unlucky enough not to feel it mock it, hate it despise it. Because they haven't been touched by it." I murmur softly.

"Feeling a little philosophical Sara?" Catherine murmurs, kissing my shoulder.

I turn around smiling, "No. Just thinking about the cases." I tell her, "The emphatic, the knight, the innocent, the enabler, the fool, the vengeance seeker and the double goer."

Catherine looks at me, "What do you mean?"

I smile, "The enabler is slain with the innocent by the fool. The fool is courted by the emphatic, with the silence and pleader as protection, watched by the double goer. The double goer is saddened for the emphatic, but the knight has taken care of the double goer and stolen the heart of the double goer. The fool and his other jesters is slain by the vengeance seeker. The vengeance seeker pleads in the name of the enabler to be forgiven, but is rejected by the knight, while the silence and pleader watch. The vengeance seeker then turns to the knight telling them that they would do the same. But the knight knows that it is not way that they live. The vengeance seeker commits suicide holding the enabler as the reason even though the double goer and the knight know it a purely selfish motive."

Catherine smiles, "Are you sure that you didn't have a side line in philosophy or profiling?" She teases me.

I smile, "No, just a very twisted logic." I say.

"Tell me who is everyone." Catherine pleads.

"You tell me." I tell her, kissing her softly.

Catherine looks at me, "The enabler is Debbie. The innocent is Michael. The fool is Lurie. The emphatic is Gil. The science is Jim, the pleader the lawyers. The jesters are the other victims. The vengeance seeker is Ingles." Catherine replies. She kisses me softly. "The double goer is you. And I'm the knight."

"Doppelgänger is German. The meaning is 'double goer'." I say, "And you're my knight Catherine. You don't ride a white horse and slay dragons. But you protect me. I love you, and I don't know if I've told you enough times. You didn't stand back at let them attack you, you fired back your own attack. And I love you for it. You fought for my honour in your own way."

Catherine reaches up tangling her fingers in my hair, "I love you too Sara." She kisses me gently.

I smile, then snuggle into her. Smiling as she wraps her free arms around my shoulders, hushing me with tiny kisses as we just lie in bed together. Not caring about the world outside. It's just us, together, which is fine by me. I look towards the window, there's a small piece of open window which is odd because we usually close the curtains. I see a small little butterfly making it's way across the glass. It's delicate wings flapping madly. It's almost framed in the liquid amber of the early evening sunlight.

That makes me smile, "Flutter away little butterfly, go find your space in the sun. I've found my place." I whisper, "So flutter away my little butterfly, don't stop until you find what you seek."

The End.

Hope this is good enough

FF: Phantasm: Part 6

Disclaimer et al see prologue

Part VI: - Reclaiming Myself.

Sara is watching me when I wake up. She smiles, "Morning." She kisses me gently I slide my arm around her neck.

"Why weren't you in bed with me?" I ask her.

"Because...you slept in, and I went to collect Lindsey." She tells me, she gives me a kiss, "I came up to check on you. Because eta on pizza." She tells me. "Movie night is waiting for you down stairs."

I smile, "How did Linds guilt you into pizza?" I ask her.

Sara laughs, "No guilt trip needed." She tells me, "It's a reward, she got a B on her English paper." Sara tells me. "And remember every time she gets an A or a B, it's a reward."

I smile, "Is it pinned to the fridge?"

Sara laughs again, "Of course." She tells me, "As always." She smiles.

"You go downstairs I'll be down soon." I tell her.

Sara takes my hand and kisses it, "Don't be long love." She whispers smiling.

I watch her go. There's a sway in her hips, that makes me smile. I get up, dress and head downstairs.

Sara's sprawled on the sofa with Lindsey sprawled over the floor, Sara's watching the TV, Lindsey's wrapped up watching the screen, her eyes haven't moved. Sara twitches slightly. She turns her head, "Hey Linds, pause the TV your mom's here."

Lindsey nods, "OK." She reaches for the remote. She pauses the DVD, then gets up and heads into the kitchen.

Sara swings her legs over and she sits back. I sit down next to her, Lindsey comes back, "Hey Mom." She hands me her paper. I smile as I see the big red B.

"Well done Linds!" I hug her, she returns the hug then pulls away, "No wonder pizza is on the menu." I raise my eyebrows at Sara who is looking innocently at me from her comfy spot on the sofa.

"Aw Mom." Lindsey whines, "Sara just did what you would of done." She pouts at me.

"I know, I remember our deal. A and B are rewards." I tell her, "I'm surprised you didn't want money."

Lindsey makes a pssh noise, which sound like she's been listening to Sara too much, because I know Sara makes the same noise, "Pizza's much more fun for movie night."

On cue, the doorbell rings. Sara's uncurled herself from the sofa and heading towards to the door, pulling out her wallet.

A few minutes later, two large pizzas are settled on the coffee table, Lindsey's paper is happily back pinned to the fridge, Lindsey is sprawled out next to the coffee table, I'm making myself rather comfortable on Sara who's currently eating a slice of garlic bread. I don't know how she can eat that then expect me to engage in a round of making out when my daughter is distracted.

Nothing's as good as a cold shower as my daughter making ew noises and fake throwing up sounds when I just happen to be making out with Sara when I thought she was distracted enough.

Sara snorts softly as she catches something on the TV that amuses her, she reaches for slice of the veggie pizza, she doesn't take her eyes from the screen. I often joke that she has a fetish for old Disney classics fairy tales. But I know that it's something she doesn't like to talk about. I know that her family isn't something she likes to talk about. She mentions that her father liked to hit her mother and her and her brother, the almost casual violence she grew up with. We'd just got back together when she told me that her mother killed her father. It was a case I was dealing with. Young couple, apparently clean cut. Wife is found half beaten to death, husband DOA. It didn't make sense when our suspect came in and confessed. He was the wife's co worker. No link to the husband. Until we got the medical records. Some one had made a punch bag out of the wife, the husband. But no one knew.

I mentioned this to Sara, expressing anger about it. Sara surprised me by telling me that she understood the anger. And she understood when the perp was coming from. Something in her tone alerted me.

I asked how. And she told me. She told me about her family. And she told me about her mother's affair. The man who would be just waiting for her. His name was Nathan Vincent. He was her mother's lawyer.

That caught my attention. Sara then admitted that her mother had been the happiest she'd ever seen her. When Nathan came around. And her father had gotten worse as her mother became happier. The night her father died, her mother had told him that she was filing for divorce. Nathan was waiting for her.

That's when my heart broke for her. Sara described the beating that left her mother black and blue on the floor, she had witnessed it, and got a beating her self for it. Then she watched her mother murder her father.

Something bugs me about it. The way she described the trial. The way Nathan had pleaded that it wasn't her mother's fault. The White Knight. I frown. Riding to his damsel's rescue, saving the damsel and clearing the name of his object of infatuation.

Just like Richard Ingles. My mood darkens. He wanted to be Debbie's. He tried to be it. But in the end he was just as bad as the rest. I shake my head.

"Catherine?" The soft voice jerks me out of my thoughts. Sara's looking at me, "You hungry?" She asks.

I smile, "Yeah, just zoned out there."

Sara smiles, "Sure. We've had a few rough days." She tells me, "It feels good to relax, knowing that we've got a few days off." She smiles at me, then kisses me chastely on the lips, "So come on pig out and relax."

I laugh then snag a slice of pizza as Lindsey sorts through the pile of rental DVDs. Sara presses a soft kiss against my hair.


I close the door. I just took Lindsey to school. One of my guilty pleasures actually being able to drop off my daughter. I left Sara sleeping.

I walk back to the bedroom. Sara's splayed out, her head lying on my pillow, her nose tucked into my pillow. I smile at that. She couldn't sleep with of a piece of me.

I put a hand on my stomach. I close my eyes. Then image flashes through my head. Sara, curled up next to Gil. Their eyes locking...then they sharing a tender kiss. Their laughter makes me what to put my hands over my ears. Then I see myself standing over them, Sara's throat is slit, but I see that Gil's been cut into pieces...

I open my eyes. I grit my teeth. Would you do the same as I did? If you saw someone taking away the person that you love? Ingles' voice asks me in my head.

I'm not you. And Sara is not Debbie. They couldn't be anymore different. You made her. The action of you rejecting her could of made her that way. You let her go, and she found someone else. I snap back.

"Catherine?" Sara's sleepy voice jerks me out of my thoughts. She's staring at me, all sleep rumpled. She's got bed hair, her brown eyes are hooded and sleepy.

I smile as the curl of possessiveness flutters in my stomach. She's in my bed, we've made it ours. She wants to be there, she wants me. I snarl in my head, trying to shut up the voices. She's here with me, no one else.

"Hey baby." I purr as I walk over, Sara's eyes drop to my hips. I know I shouldn't feel so insecure, but I know what she likes and wants. I use this knowledge to my advantage. "I was just thinking about you."

Sara's sleepy smile is worth it, "Really?" She asks, as she sits up, letting the sheet fall, "Why was that?"

I laugh, "Well, I was thinking about your possessive streak."

Sara's head drops, "Did...it worry you?" She asks me, her eyes go wide and childlike. Like she was asking me to tell her that Santa Claus still lived.

"Why would it worry me?" I ask her as I sit on the bed. "You could never harm me Sara." I tell her. "We both match with our streaks."

Sara half smiles, then I kiss her gently, "I love you. Flaws and all." I tell her.

"Me too." Sara replies. "Do we have the house to ourselves?" She asks me.

I laugh, "You're obsessed with get me into bed with you aren't you Sidle?" I tease her as I kick my shoes off.

Sara laughs, "Do you blame me Willows?" She teases me back, "A hot strawberry blonde who used to be a stripper, now a kick ass CSI got to love those types." She pushes my shirt up, "I want to know her, inside and out. I can not get enough of her. So let me burn her into my senses. So much that I can recall the sight of her when I'm blinded. So much that I can recall the touch of her when I'm bound not allowed to touch. So much that I can recall the taste of her when I can't taste anymore. So much that I can recall the tones of her voice when I am deafened. So much that I can recall the smell of her perfume when I can not smell anymore." Sara presses a kiss against my stomach, "And let me feel her love inside me when she is not there, let me love her so that she can feel my love inside her when I am not there." She looks back at me.

I find myself smiling, she can be quite poetic when she wants. "Sara."

"Hush, hush." She whispers, she moves away from, pulling off her top, pushing the covers off, dropping her shorts on the floor.

I rid myself of my clothes and join her in bed. I lie on top of her, I capture her lips in a fierce kiss. Sara's arms snake around me, her fingers burying themselves in my hair. I push a thigh in-between her legs.

Sara pulls away, "I want to do something." She whispers. She sits up, settling me into her lap, "Spread your legs my darling." She pleads.

I do what she asks. Sara smiles, then she settles my legs around her hips, so she could spread her own legs so that we touch. She grasps my ass, she starts to rub herself against me. Her eyes lock on my face. I bite my lip as I feel her clit touch mine. I start moving, rolling my hips, teasing her as she moves against me. This isn't a new position, but it feels more intimate than the last few times we've made love.

No. I correct myself. It feels more intimate because is both of us together. I think as I dig my hands into her arms. I see her hiss as I dig my nails into her arms. She starts to move harder, I respond in kind, forcing her into the bed. We haven't said a word, all that we can hear is each other's breathing. Her eyes haven't moved from my eyes. I love the way that they are darkening, so much that I can't tell where the brown starts and the black ends. I can feel that she's getting close. The way she's moving, one hand moves from my ass, to palm her own breast. I do the same.

"Oh god Catherine." Sara hisses, her voice is rough, "You're so beautiful." She moves, kissing me stealing my moan as I thrust hard into her. I want to ride her, make her sore. Make her remember this. I pull away.

"Yes, Sara." I whisper, "You feel so fucking good." I move faster, harder against her. I gasp as she bites her lip, her eyes dropping, "No Sara look at me, look at me." I plead with her. "Just watch me."

Sara's eyes snap back to my face. I see the hand on her breast flatten, and the other dig hard into my ass. Her stomach muscles tense, she's oh so close. The sweet sting of her fingernails makes me smile. She'll leave marks, but I don't fucking care. I'm marking her as well. Sara's eyes flutter shut, but then she stares back at me. I push hard against her. She orgasms with a low moan, as soon as I hear that I answer with another moan, and thrust hard into her as I come a few seconds later. We ride each other's orgasm out, then come to a halt as we try and control ourselves.

I rest my head against hers. Listening to her breathing. I smile. I can almost see her pulse throbbing at her pulse point. I bend my head and kiss her pulse point, inhaling her scent, I sneak a quick taste of her sweat to complete my senses map. I want to remember this. Frame it in my mind. I can feel her nipples hard against my own, the way her breathing tickles my hair.

Sara chuckles, "My turn." She says as she flips me onto my back, her hands are now holding herself up, I move my hands so that I can dig my nails into her ass. Turnabout's fair play. I think as she bites her lip as she rolls her hips. I sigh. Taking my cue from her. Hard and fast.

Sara's eyes are now back on me, she starts a hard rhythm against my hips. I know that I'm going to be sore, but I welcome it. I want her aggression, her passion. As well her tenderness her care, hiding under those layers that she's wrapped herself around in. I want her completely.

"I want you Sara Sidle." I tell her, "I want you to fuck me, I want you to mark me. I want you completely." I tell her.

Sara smiles, there's a note of tenderness in her eyes, such a contrast to her frenzied movements, "You have everything Catherine." She tells me bending her head to kiss me so delicately on the lips, "Everything." She says as she moves, "Just ask."

I groan as I orgasm for the second time. I dig my hands in, that encourages her to keep going. Another orgasm catches me off guard, before Sara comes twice in quick succession before she collapses into me.

Sara's breathing hard, she raises her head, then kisses me gently, "I love you." She says then gently tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, tracing the curve of my face and jaw. She looks at me, her brown eyes widen, but she doesn't say a word, as she kisses me again, just the press of her lips on mine. She doesn't ask me what's wrong. She sees something in my eyes. I don't know how I could be feel so insecure now, after what we've just done. Maybe it's been my past relationships.

"I'm scared." I tell her softly, answering her unspoken question.

"Why?" She asks.

"I had one of those moments." I tell her. "A what if." I say looking away.

"Look at me Catherine." She commands me, I turn to face her. "I love you Catherine." She tells me. Kissing me on the lips. "You won't loose me."

I look up at her, "Promise?"

"I'm not a butterfly Cath." Sara assures me. "I don't go to the most attractive thing at the moment. I don't seek out 'the place in the sun'." She cups my cheek, "I'm safe here. No one can get me. You make me safe Catherine. And I like it. I've liked it ever since you kissed me that night." She half smiles, "After you blew me off after we'd got Sandi's killer." She tells me as she pulls away from me, lying on her back. "It wasn't something I was looking for, but as soon you kissed me, I found myself enthralled, and I still am, I wouldn't change anything." She says

I snuggle up to her, Sara curls into me, "So don't go seeing the phantasms or the phantasmagorias that the cases conjured up. I'm real."

"He said that as well." I note softly. I can't help it, when it comes to Gil, I can't help the little bubble of jealousy that always floats around. Even though I know that nothing happened between them. I don't think if anyone made a move and it was replicated that they would let go.

Sara smiles, "See? If the most unresponsive man we both have ever known actually sees how much I love you and you love me then it's damn true." She chuckles softly, "Now c'mere. We've got a couple of hours before Lindsey returns, I want you nice and rested."

I laugh softly, then punch her arm before nuzzling into her neck. She kisses my hair before I close my eyes and let her breathing soothe me into sleep.


End Part 6

FF: Phantasm: Part 5

Disclaimer et al see prologue.

Part V: - Fragility.

"Catherine, Sara." Gil waves a slip at us. "Suicide in the holding cell over at PD."

I take it, Sara's already on her feet and we head out. Nick pulls a face for some reason.

I have a bad feeling about this. Something nags at me. Something's not right.

"What's wrong?" Sara asks me as we head to the Tahoe.

"I just have this bad feeling." I say.

Sara pauses. She stops and looks around, "C'mere."

I move into her arms. She hugs me. I melt into her arms. She smiles. "Better now Catherine?" She asks me huskily.

"You know I am." I tell her.

"C'mon, let's go process." She tells me, "Sooner we can process, sooner we can get on the case and maybe the paperwork."

"Right." I pull away from her, "Let's go."

"As you wish." Sara replies.

I aim a swat to her ass. "Don't give me cheek. And I'm driving."

Sara jumps slightly at my swat. "Yes ma'am."

I just laugh then roll my eyes, "Just get in the car Sidle."


I carry my kit, Sara follows behind me. The holding cell at PD isn't that big. The body swings gently in the non existent breeze. The orange jumpsuit looks a little baggy on him. I think.

Sara sighs gently behind me, "The Butterfly Effect." She notes sadly. "One little twitch and the world feels it."

"A butterfly dies." I say as I watch as David starts to cut down the body, "And it ripples all over their world." I kneel down opening my kit. Sara does the same and in silence we process the scene.

One butterfly dies causing so many deaths. I think to myself as I watch Sara calmly process the bed as I try and process the area surrounding the body.

First it's the photos, then we find any evidence that is to be found. The main one seems to be the noose.

David works the noose off, it takes him a few minutes, but he finally works it loose and offers it up. I take the noose then put it in an evidence bag. Sara fishes out the other end, putting that in another evidence bag.

"How long has he been dead?" I ask David as he checks the liver temp.

"A couple of hours, maybe." He hazards, "But you'll know more after the post." He looks at me.

"Thanks David." I say.

He just smiles then zips the bag up and puts it onto a gurney so he can take it to the coroner’s office.

I just watch it go.

What a waste. I think. I shake my head and then continue my evidence hunt.


It was pretty simple after that. DNA and trace came back as the victim's. The COD was strangulation caused by tying a noose made of bed sheets around his neck. I fill in my paperwork. This is the easiest part of the whole shift.

The suicide note was rather illumining. He didn't try and ask forgiveness. He was distinctly unrepentant. He just wanted to know that he did everything in Debbie's name. I shake my head. Someone always has to take the blame. Blame the dead because they can't fight back.

"Hey." I look up. It's Sara, she is watching me. Her posture is relaxed but her eyes betray her nervousness.

"Finished?" I ask her as I stand up.

She nods.

I smile, then stand up, "Why don't you go to the car? I drop the reports off with Gil." I ask, "Maybe we can go some where get some breakfast what do you say?"

Sara smiles, then she puts her arms around my waist and pulls me close, "I'll take you up on that offer, but I think I fancy some home cooking today." She smirks at me.

I like that smirk. "OK, baby." I smile at her. "Home cooking it is then sweetheart."

Sara grins at me showing the gap in-between her teeth. "I'll go wait." She pulls away from me, "Don't be too long." She teases as she disappears down the corridor.

I laugh then shake my head and gather the paperwork up. I head down the corridor saying hello to a couple of the lab rats as I walk.

Greg stops me, "Hey Catherine."

I look at him, "Yeah Greg?"

"Have you seen Sara?" He asks me.

"She's gone home." I tell him.

"Damn, I was going to ask if she wanted to come to breakfast with me, Nick and Warrick."

I smile, "I'm sorry, I already asked..."

Greg looks at me. Then a big smile appears on his face, "You and Sara having breakfast..." He almost leers.

"We have breakfast." I tell him, "And get your head out of the gutter Greg or I will tell Sara about the time you tried to peek at her in the showers."

Greg goes white then makes a hasty exit. I laugh at his antics. Poor Greg, he had the biggest crush on Sara, and it will never happen.

I shake my head and head to Gil's office. He's buried in paperwork, he raises his head as I walk in.

I put the paperwork on Gil's desk, he looks at it then just nods. I just half smile then turn to leave. Something bugs me. Why he gave us the suicide, even though...

"Why did you give me the Ingles suicide?" I ask Gil as I stop at the door.

"I thought you needed closure." He says.

"From what?" I ask him, turning to face him.

"Ghosts." He says softly.

I look at him, "What?"

"I saw the interview. You know that a couple of the more obscure meanings of phantasm are counterfeit and impostor?"

I shake my head, "No I didn't."

"Everyone had a view of Debbie all of them different. But which one was the real one?" He asks me.

There's a beat, "You have something real Catherine. Not a phantasm, she's waiting for you. Go home. Take a few days off. I don't want to see either of you for the next three days." He looks at me over his glasses.

"Yes Gil." I turn to leave, "Gil?"


"Phantasm is just like fantasy." I look at him again, "Not real. One might come true, the other is what left of the truth." I tell him.

He looks puzzled at that. "What do you mean?" He asks me.

I smile, "Reality and fantasy blur to make phantasms." I tell him before I walk away. Taking a deep breath.

Sara's waiting for me at the car. She looks at me, "You OK?" She asks me. She takes a step towards me, concern written on her face.

"Let's go huh?" I dodge the question.

Sara's lips purse, but she doesn't say a word. She turns away then opens the door and gets in the passenger seat. I get in the other side.

The drive passes quickly. We're listening to the radio. Sara hums along to a couple of the songs. She sings softly. I love to hear her voice. She's in good mood. She flashes me a wide smile, when we wait at a set of lights. I find myself returning her smile.

I turn into the road for our house, "What do you fancy for breakfast?" I ask.

Sara considers this, "Waffles." She tells me.

"OK, waffles it is then." I tell her. I turn into my drive and park up. We both take off our belts and get out of the car. I fish my keys out and let us in.

As soon as she's in, I close the door, "I think the waffles can wait." I tell her as I walk past her.

Sara looks quizzical. "Why's that?" She asks me. I love it when she plays dumb.

I push her against the door. She pulls me down, kissing me. I don't resist. Playing dumb only worked for a few seconds.

I pull away from her, she moves her mouth to my neck, pressing kisses against my neck, "Bedroom." I murmur.

Sara smiles at me, flashing the gap between her teeth. She grabs my hand and leads me up to the bedroom.

I guess breakfast can wait.

The door is shut, I'm pushed onto the bed. Sara gives me a feral smile, "Perfect." She tells me, "Absolutely perfect."

I like her look. She looks at me, "Take your shoes and socks off, please Catherine." She commands me.

I smirk then bend down, I know that Sara's eyes drop down to look at me. I take off my shoes and then drop my socks to the floor. "What else?"

"Shirt and pants. Then I would like you to get up on the bed sit against the headboard, please." Sara requests.

I smirk at her, then start to undo my shirt. Sara's eyes remain glued to me. I like that. I drop my shirt.

Sara watches me. I do what she says. I sit on the bed waiting for her. Sara smiles then she strips off. She crawls on her hands and knees to me. She's naked.

"I've been waiting all shift to do this." She tells me, kissing me, hungrily. "Watching you." She murmurs as she pushes me so I'm lying down and she's hovering over me. "I wanted to claim you."

"How would you claim me?" I ask, as she kisses me again.

Sara smiles, "I'd take you on the break room table." She looks at me.

I move my arms, I pull her down again, this time her arms fold down, she lies on me. She forces a leg in-between mine. I gasp pulling away.

Sara cups my face, she strokes my cheek, "I wouldn't care who saw us." She murmurs, "You'd be all mine."

I move my hands, tangling my fingers into her hair smiling, "You always want me to yourself don't you Sara?"

Sara smiles, her smile is feral. She starts to kiss her way down my neck, "You do the same beautiful." She whispers against my skin. Her hands flatten, then they move up my sides. I move my hands to help her. I reach around to unhook my bra.

Sara watches me, then her mouth makes it's way to my bared breasts, one hand teasing the left nipple as she engulfs the right in her mouth. I arch my back forcing more of my breast into her mouth.

All too soon her mouth is replaced with her hand as she works her way down my body. I feel her fingers curl around my underwear. I move my hands to help her.

"Don't." Sara whispers moving her hands, "Please let me."

I look into her eyes, then I drop my hands. Sara smiles then she gently curls her fingers around my underwear dropping to the floor. I feel her hand on my hips. She kisses

I feel her hand on my stomach before I feel her lips on my stomach, tracing kisses down. I spread my legs allowing her to settle in-between them. She inhales, "I want you."

I look at her, "Then you have me." I whisper, cupping her face.

Sara smiles then presses a kiss against my hand, then she bends her head. Her first touch drives my eyes to close, I reach down tangling my fingers into her hair.

Sara moans softly which sends a shiver down my spine as it vibrates through me. She latches on to my clit and sucks hard. I gasp as she enters me with three fingers, moving hard against me.

I don't last long, "Sara!" I call her name to the ceiling. I still feel her moving inside me.

I open my eyes, Sara's staring at me. She bends down and kisses me, "I love you Catherine."

I smile, "I love you too." I pull her down, she slips a thigh in-between my legs, "Why Ms Sidle are you trying to knock me out?" I tease as I move my hands so I can rake my nails down her back.

That gets me an arch that forces her fingers deeper inside me. I hiss. Sara smiles, "Like that baby?" She asks me.

I nod, "I thought about this when I was doing paper work. My mind kept wandering to you." She tells me as she moves, "I couldn't help myself." She tells me softly, her eyes fix on my face. "I couldn't stop thinking about how good you'd look when I touch you. How good you look naked..." She sighs, "How you feel when I make love to you. How you taste, how you smell. I love your scent. I can't get enough of you Catherine."

I look at her, her eyes close briefly, then she opens her eyes, I find myself drowning in those eyes. I pull her down again, kissing her. Sara pushes her tongue into my mouth, I suck on it. She moans and with a forceful thrust I come again.

I finally let go of her, taking a deep breath. Sara removes her hand and under my watchful gaze cleans my juices off her hand, stealing a kiss after she finishes.

"Mmm." I murmur softly, "Need a little help?" I ask as I reach down, playing with her nipples.

Sara hisses, then she grabs my wrist gently pinning them over my head, "I'm fine, Cath." She tells me, give me a kiss.

I pout, but I snake my leg around her and pull her down. Sara releases my wrists, she snuggles up to me. I let my hands wander over shoulders and down her sides, "Pity." I whisper kissing her again, "I could of given you a nice..."

Sara shushes me by putting her finger to my lips, "It was enough for me." She tells softly before she steals another kiss.

I smile, "Well I guess waffles can wait then."

Sara swats me gently before pulling the covers over us, "Somehow I don't I mind missing out on waffles." She tells me.

I laugh, then close my eyes curling up in her arms before I fall asleep.


End Of Part 5

FF: Phantasm: Part 4

Disclaimer: See prologue.

Part IIII: - Delicate.

I'm woke up by soft kisses to my lips, I stir, to see Sara smiling at me. I sleepily smile at her, "Hey."

Sara smiles, "Afternoon beautiful." She whispers as a greeting. She settles next to me, "You OK?"

I snuggle up to her, "Better now."

Sara laughs then kisses me softly. "Good." She smiles, "Grissom called, he and Warrick found a suspect in your case, and Nick tells me that there's a suspect in mine."

I groan, "You really did have to bring up work didn't you?" I ask pouting.

"That's what I do babe." She teases me, "Looks like we're PD bound." She comments softly.

"Well, after something to eat and a quick cuddle." I tell her, "No sooner."

That gets me a smile, "As you wish Catherine." She tells me, "I'm down with that." She adds.



Sara accompanies me to PD, she's meeting Nick at PD. We've got a suspect in holding, just waiting for a CSI to interview him, and lucky me I drew the short straw. We're walking down the corridor.

Then it happens.


I put myself in front of Sara. Then out of nowhere. A fist is in my face, and all Hell breaks loose.

I see Sara slam the guy into the wall, "You piece of shit." She hisses, "You've just dug yourself into more shit."

I put my hand on her shoulder, "Sara, let them deal with him."

She turns to me. Something about her eyes makes me pause. She calls to the officers, "Take him to the cells for a while. He's just added assault of a law enforcement officer to his list."

I watch them as they hustle him out. He's not bad looking. But something about him makes my skin crawl. I don't get that feeling often but this one does. Sara leads me into the nearest interrogation room. I don't know how she managed to get me here. And there's a kit as well.

Sara gets my attention, "Catherine, I'm going to swab you OK?" She asks me.

I look at her, then she moves a swab over my cheek where the blow hit. She frowns, as she tucks it back in the container, "I'll run this over to Greg and tell him to process it ASAP."

I catch her arm. "Sara?"

She stops, then turns back to me. I kiss her softly. She takes a few seconds to kiss me back. I kiss her softly, but she's not having that, she kisses me with more pressure. I gently pull away, put my hands on her shoulders, holding her back as she tries to lean in for another kiss, "Go. I'm going to fry that bastard's ass."

Sara looks worried, "Catherine -"

"Don't worry, just give me something to nail that bastard's balls to the nearest wall." I tell her softly.

Sara smiles, then nods, "Yes ma'am."

Brass wanders up to me, "Are you OK Catherine?"

I wave off his concern, "What's his deal?"

"That is our main suspect Richard Ingles." Brass tells me, "Grissom and Warrick brought him earlier, DNA hit. They also found his 'cutting kit'. Turns out this guy's a private reconstructive genius."

"No sign of the body parts?" I ask.


I smirk, "Well we've got some fun to be had then." I reply.


"What's the deal?" The lawyer asks me as me and Brass walk in. "My client was forcible arrested, he was also -."

"Your client is a suspect in a murder case, he also decided that he would assault a member of law enforcement." Brass tells. I hold a file in front of me, including the new DNA evidence that Sara gathered for me.

The lawyer shuts up. I sit down then turn my attention to Richard. "Do you know a Debbie Marlin?" I ask.

"I do." He replies. "We're old friends. Ex lovers actually."

"Do you know a Michael Clarke?" I ask. Brass is quiet.

"Debbie's boyfriend." He says, "I've seen her with him. She told me about him."

"Would you have tried to get between her and Michael Clarke?" I ask.

That gets me a look, "No." Richard says, "Michael was good for Debbie." He notes almost paternally. "He was better than the others. They just used her."

"Used her how?" I ask.

He gives me a look. Then waves his hand. "They got what they wanted then left her." He says, "Michael didn't, he was good for her."

I look at him, "Good? So you're the font of all knowledge then?" I cut him off before can object, "You're just as bad as them."

"I am not." Richard leans towards me. "You can't touch what I had with Debbie."

"Really?" I ask.

"You think that I got what I wanted and then left. We met when I was working at a reconstructive surgery."

I look at him, then sit back, "Of course. She was just some hard working nurse. And you were a dashing plastic surgeon." I look at him, "Bet it pissed you off when you found that you were just a notch on her bed post and believe you me there was a lot of them."

I see Richard's jaw tense, "They killed Debbie, I love her."

"How can you love a phantasm?" I ask him, "I mean Debbie played you. Like she played all the rest." I tell him.


I look at him. "Did she show you her tattoo?" I ask him, "Bet you couldn't wait to jump her bones."

Richard shakes his head, "No. We were...more than that." He looks at me, "We were more."

"More than what? Bed partners?" I ask.

Richard runs his fingers through his hair, "We were engaged." He says, "But she left me." He says.

"So what you tracked her down to Vegas?" I look at him, "Bet it pissed you off to see her like that."

"That wasn't Debbie." He straightens.

I laugh, then lean closer, "You just admitted it. It wasn't her. You let her go. And she ran. She left you. Now you're sitting here. Like some little boy lost." I pause. "You were just as bad as they were. You're throwing a fit. You lost her."

Richard slams his fists on the table, "No! You don't know a thing. You're just some..." He looks at me, "Cop." He spits the word out.

"I'm a CSI, there's a difference. But I know human nature." I reply, "It ate you inside out."

Richard slumps back. "I mean, you let her go. And you regretted it. And you wanted to do everything in your power to get her back. You tried to find her. But you found someone else. Not the woman you loved. So you stew in your own juices watching and waiting for your big chance to come to her rescue, but you're too late."

"They just used her." Richard shakes his head.

"And you didn't?" I ask him, "You think you're better than they were." I tell him, "You were just as bad. May be even worse. She loved you didn't she?"

Richard nodded, "I jilted her."

"That makes you as bad as them. You were so egoistical, that you thought that you'd get her in the end. It didn't work out like. You found that she was the belle of the ball, and there was no way in hell that you were getting anywhere near her. But when she was gone, your twisted sense of honour asserted itself. You wanted revenge for her. It wasn't about Debbie. This was your own revenge, your own jealousy."

"He...killed her." Richard whispers, "And you didn't do a damn thing!"

"Who?" I play dumb.

"Vincent Lurie!" Richard bursts out. "He said he killed her."

"We never found Debbie's killer." I reply. "So how do you know?"

"That's enough." The lawyer finally decides to make his presence known but it's too late. Richard's on a roll and he's not going to stop.

"He told me. Trying to save his worthless life. He killed them both. Slit Debbie's throat from behind like the coward he was. Then posed her, he killed Michael, cut him into pieces so no one would know. He was going to pin it all on him!"

Brass smiles, "Richard Ingles you are under arrest for the murders of Vincent Lurie, Howard Tripton, Henry Nichols and Xavier Klose."

"I didn't do -"

"Oh yes you did." I open the folder in front of me. I push the pieces of paper towards him. "Thanks the swing you took at me. Free DNA."

"I loved her!" Richard begins to sob. I get up to leave. "You and her! She's so like her... you would do what I have done if it was her. You would!"

That makes me stop. Something inside me snaps. Comparing me to him.... I close my eyes for a second. The white hot rage makes me grit my teeth and my eyes snap open. "Really?"

The bastard doesn't now when to stop, "I bet you would do the same if you watched her walk away with someone. Knowing that you're the best for her. And no one else is good enough for her."

I ball my fists, and count up to 10 to get my head sorted out. I take a deep breath and then fire out, "The crime you committed was out of shame, anger and guilt." I keep my eyes focused on the door. "You are ashamed of yourself because you let her go. You're angry that you let go, you're guilty as well. You watched her thinking that she was your prize. Watching other people claim her as a prize. She rejected you. Like the way she probably rejected Lurie." I sigh softly, "And she paid with her life. You're just like him. Immature and selfish, seeking to control something you couldn't. At one time Debbie might of been in love with you or cared for you, like at one time she might of loved or cared for Lurie. But she had found someone else to care for now, he paid for her mistake as well. Blinded by your rage, your anger, your shame and your guilt. You're just as bad as them. You killed Debbie as much as they did." I turn around, "And now you'll just have to live with it." I say. "I'm not like you. I would never let the woman I loved go because of my own ego." I turn around looking into his eyes, "That's the difference between me and you. I love my partner, I would do anything for her. She's my world. Not some part that looks good on my arm. I don't use her as something to boost my ego, I care for her." I move close to his face, "So never assume because you have done something, that I would. As you said about not touching what you had with Debbie, vice versa, you can't begin to understand what I have with her. Never assume." I get out of his face, and stalk out the room.

I calmly walk past the room, then someone pulls me to the side. I dimly recognise this as the little room next to the interrogation room, but I know who's arms I'm in. Sara. Her scent is surrounding me.

"I've got you." She whispers, "I'm here."

I look at her, "I-"

"Hush." She tells me softly, "The guy baited you." Sara adds, "Don't worry."

I look at her, then she sighs, "About earlier I -."

"No." I tell her. "It's OK." I tell her, rubbing her back, "I remember how you were when that guy hit me with that games console?" I kiss her again. Nervy, hyper and guilty.

Sara smiles, then I kiss her again. "C'mon, let's go." I murmur.

Sara nods, she follows me out. No one says a word. I think the threat of us wall mounting their testicles always works. No one hates us enough to talk to the head of the Lab about our relationship, we're mostly discreet around most people especially the crawling bastard that goes by the name of Conrad Eckile.

Sara's words snap me out of my thoughts I only get to hear the end. "....You both did that." I hear her say as we walk.

I turn around then tug on her hand, Sara looks up at me. Then I pull her close, and kiss her. Words won't be enough.

I don't care I'm kissing her in the middle of the corridor of PD. She doesn't care either. I pull away. "That's the difference." I tell her. "I would do anything for you."

I walk away. But I see the goofy happy smile on her face as she follows me.


End Of Part 4