I decided that it would be easier on everyone if I split the story in 2.

The opening paragraph was provided for me by
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A Fleeting Moment.
Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI.
A/N: Just a short angst filled drabble.

Catherine felt safe in her young lover’s arms, safe and warm. Yet there was part of her that wondered how long this could last. One day she’s going to want a husband and a child, maybe even a dog.

There’s no way she could give her any of that (maybe the dog). She ( Read more... )

This is the end of book 2: Salt, and the end of the story.

I know you all are sad, but I thought ending it would be better than  dragging this on, and on, and on while I try to wake my muse from her coma. Besides, I can, and hopefully will, at some point come back and write sequels or companion pieces for it. When will that be? I don’t know, the ( Read more... )

Two chapers for the price of one. Enjoy!

Chapter 9.

In my brief tenure as a CSI, I have seen many disturbing, heartbreaking, and just plain gross sights. Human beings and animals in various stages of decomp, maggots and blowflies feasting on the flesh of some poor child, and of course, I’ve seen more than my fair share of blood and brain matter. Yet ( Read more... )

I decided no to torture you waiting for the next chapter. Aren't I sweet? ;D

A/N: The quote at the end is from The Mourning Wife by William Congreve.

Chapter 8.

Catherine has a nice office. It’s at least twice as big as the cubbyhole she had when she was merely a second-in-command. But unlike Gil whose office is filled with odd, and slightly unnerving ( Read more... )

Long time no post.

But here's the next chapter.

Chapter 7.

I kiss her, tattooing every inch of her body, mine, mine, mine. Catherine’s sighs of contentment are punctured by moans of pleasure. I wonder if she can sense my desperation, my anguish or is she so caught up in what she’s feeling to notice anything amiss, that 100% of my mind is not solely in ( Read more... )

Chapter 6.

It takes some effort, not to mention blackmail but in the end, I’m able to do what Catherine wasn’t; get Ecklie to hire an extra body to swing shift. I know, know, it sounds totally selfish of me to go through all this trouble just so I can take Catherine on proper dates, but I don’t care. I’ll gladly move heaven and earth to be with her.

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CHAPTER 4.

I haven’t felt this nervous since I kissed my first girl, way back in high school. Catherine has had time to let what happened sink in, and I’m nervous that the first stirring of doubt may start to creep in. It’s a hard thing to do, convincing someone who has third degree burns to trust again. A girl can only have her heart broken so many ( Read more... )

Chapter 2.

I notice Catherine’s Denali between a cherry red convertible, and a sweet looking Harley Davidson. Three days had pass since we buried the hatchet and I gave her my phone numbers. She hadn’t called me once during that time, and while I’m loathed to seem as if I am rushing her, I heard through the grapevine what her case was. A baby, dead ( Read more... )

Pairing: Sofia/Catherine

*Warning* there is no plot and characterization, just some short, quick smut.

Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI.

Rated: at least an M

A/N: This was written as a present for a friend, and is unbetaed. This is also the 1st time I have ever written PWP.

TEASE.

Damn that woman! Catherine just loves to tease me. First she bends over and ( Read more... )